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legionworld2016-03-04 02:19 am
captainbuzzkill) wrote in legionworld2016-03-04 02:19 am
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Visiting Hours
Who| closed to Hal and Dipper
What| Hal visits Dipper in Medbay
Where| Medbay
When| After Dipper's network post, before Earth field trip.
Warnings/Notes| N/A
When Hal got to Dipper's room, the boy was bowed over a 3-ring notebook in thought, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he scribbled things in it. He looked mostly in good health. A bald patch near the back of his head was visibly shaved, but the high-tech medical treatments here meant there were no stitches where there otherwise might have been for the same injury in the 21st century.
The newbies were all given private rooms in the Medbay, instead of being out on the main medbay floor like Legionnaires normally were, largely to make it less chaotic as they adjusted -- and to make it easier to restrain them or calm them down if they needed it. That meant that Dipper had felt pretty isolated. The nurses and techs that came in to check on him were nice and all, but they couldn't stay there for long.
So when Hal showed up at the door, his face lit up, and he eagerly sat up and squirmed out from under the sheets to sit criss cross applesauce on top of his blanket.
He was already a small boy but he looked even smaller because of the patient scrubs he was wearing. He was at that awkward size where he was just a little too big for children's sizes but drowning in an adult (human) small.
Dipper held out his noodly arms and made grabby hands.
"Snaaacks," he said in a zombie voice. It was a very good zombie voice, but that was what happened when you fought actual real zombies. "Snaaaaacks."
What| Hal visits Dipper in Medbay
Where| Medbay
When| After Dipper's network post, before Earth field trip.
Warnings/Notes| N/A
When Hal got to Dipper's room, the boy was bowed over a 3-ring notebook in thought, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he scribbled things in it. He looked mostly in good health. A bald patch near the back of his head was visibly shaved, but the high-tech medical treatments here meant there were no stitches where there otherwise might have been for the same injury in the 21st century.
The newbies were all given private rooms in the Medbay, instead of being out on the main medbay floor like Legionnaires normally were, largely to make it less chaotic as they adjusted -- and to make it easier to restrain them or calm them down if they needed it. That meant that Dipper had felt pretty isolated. The nurses and techs that came in to check on him were nice and all, but they couldn't stay there for long.
So when Hal showed up at the door, his face lit up, and he eagerly sat up and squirmed out from under the sheets to sit criss cross applesauce on top of his blanket.
He was already a small boy but he looked even smaller because of the patient scrubs he was wearing. He was at that awkward size where he was just a little too big for children's sizes but drowning in an adult (human) small.
Dipper held out his noodly arms and made grabby hands.
"Snaaacks," he said in a zombie voice. It was a very good zombie voice, but that was what happened when you fought actual real zombies. "Snaaaaacks."
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(Hal, on the other hand, had been utterly unimpressed by the whole thing and never gave much thought to zombie invasion survival plans. So of course he'd been the one who grew up to actually deal with one.)
"These ones were created by Black Lantern rings taking control of the dead - or in some cases, the resurrected." A glowing green replica of the ring in question popped up in the air next to Hal - the wrong color, of course, but then it zoomed in to Nekron's insignia, which was the thing he really meant to highlight. "So unless you take out the ring, they just reform and keep coming at you. But Lantern rings don't go down easily."
The construct vanished as he continued. "What it came down to was light - I don't mean like shining a flashlight on them, though. Light from the emotional spectrum, which meant...other Lantern rings, for the most part. I've seen a few other powers that can channel it, but not many. Green plus any other color, the more the stronger, and that weakens them enough to destroy them."