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Um-- hey. I was wondering if a warden could go to my room, and get me my iPod and my Bible-- 'cause I ain't in there right now, I'm in the infirmary. Maybe a pack of cards, too; that'd be good.
[She sounds woozy and tired, but surprisingly calm; in good spirits, even. She and Merlin were both killed by kaiju, it had been traumatic, and she's death-tolling-- but she's tired of panicking and stressing about death. Even though she's more used to the idea now, it still bugs her a lot when she thinks about it, so she's actively trying not to do that. It's working pretty well, all things considered. She's not in denial about it the way she used to be, but she's careful to keep her mind focused on other things.
The toll itself sucks, though. It feels kind of like getting the flu after being run over by a steamroller.]
My head ain't right for poker or anything, but if anyone wants to play... I don't know, like Go Fish or something, you can come on down. I wanna see y'all, 'cause I think I'm gonna be stuck in here for a little bit. But that's only if I like you; if I don't, you can fuck off.
... And I also want everybody to know that my warden saved my life.
[And then she'd died right after, but that's not the important part.]
When we were still normal, he said he'd fight monsters for me, and he did. I know we thought we was different people and everything, but I think it still counts for something. He's a hero. A real hero.
[There's a smile in her voice; there's pride. She's been called a hero herself before, by her misguided fan club back at home. But she's never had anyone be a hero for her-- at least, not in the traditional way, where they physically defended her in the face of evil. She doesn't consider herself defenseless by any means, but being protected-- being valued like that-- is such a good feeling, and she's tickled pink by it. She's pushing the fact that he actually died in the process out of her mind, and just focusing in on the good.]
I just wanted to say that. That's all.
[Feed off.]
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[She'll be staying at the infirmary throughout the worst of her death toll, spending most of her time in bed. For the first few days, she'll be lying down a lot: listening to her music, occasionally chatting up visitors and clinic staff, and when she's not too sore or nauseous, trying to recruit people to play cards with her (simple, easy games that don't require a lot of thought or quick movement). As the days go on and she starts feeling better, she'll sit up in bed more, and even get up and move around some. By the fifth day, she'll still be feeling the death toll's affects, but they'll be lessened and she'll be ready to go. But if by that point Merlin's still in and doesn't feel the same way, she'll stick around until he's ready to leave too. Solidarity.]
[OOC: Merlin gets blanket rights to pop into action threads and overhear her side of audio/video phone stuff, even locked conversations! Others who are working/staying in the infirmary can do this too, if they want. If you want your character to talk to Tiffany but want them to say something Merlin/others shouldn't overhear, we can have them do it in text, or set the conversation at a time when people are sleeping and/or not around.]
Um-- hey. I was wondering if a warden could go to my room, and get me my iPod and my Bible-- 'cause I ain't in there right now, I'm in the infirmary. Maybe a pack of cards, too; that'd be good.
[She sounds woozy and tired, but surprisingly calm; in good spirits, even. She and Merlin were both killed by kaiju, it had been traumatic, and she's death-tolling-- but she's tired of panicking and stressing about death. Even though she's more used to the idea now, it still bugs her a lot when she thinks about it, so she's actively trying not to do that. It's working pretty well, all things considered. She's not in denial about it the way she used to be, but she's careful to keep her mind focused on other things.
The toll itself sucks, though. It feels kind of like getting the flu after being run over by a steamroller.]
My head ain't right for poker or anything, but if anyone wants to play... I don't know, like Go Fish or something, you can come on down. I wanna see y'all, 'cause I think I'm gonna be stuck in here for a little bit. But that's only if I like you; if I don't, you can fuck off.
... And I also want everybody to know that my warden saved my life.
[And then she'd died right after, but that's not the important part.]
When we were still normal, he said he'd fight monsters for me, and he did. I know we thought we was different people and everything, but I think it still counts for something. He's a hero. A real hero.
[There's a smile in her voice; there's pride. She's been called a hero herself before, by her misguided fan club back at home. But she's never had anyone be a hero for her-- at least, not in the traditional way, where they physically defended her in the face of evil. She doesn't consider herself defenseless by any means, but being protected-- being valued like that-- is such a good feeling, and she's tickled pink by it. She's pushing the fact that he actually died in the process out of her mind, and just focusing in on the good.]
I just wanted to say that. That's all.
[Feed off.]
[spam, all week]
[She'll be staying at the infirmary throughout the worst of her death toll, spending most of her time in bed. For the first few days, she'll be lying down a lot: listening to her music, occasionally chatting up visitors and clinic staff, and when she's not too sore or nauseous, trying to recruit people to play cards with her (simple, easy games that don't require a lot of thought or quick movement). As the days go on and she starts feeling better, she'll sit up in bed more, and even get up and move around some. By the fifth day, she'll still be feeling the death toll's affects, but they'll be lessened and she'll be ready to go. But if by that point Merlin's still in and doesn't feel the same way, she'll stick around until he's ready to leave too. Solidarity.]
[OOC: Merlin gets blanket rights to pop into action threads and overhear her side of audio/video phone stuff, even locked conversations! Others who are working/staying in the infirmary can do this too, if they want. If you want your character to talk to Tiffany but want them to say something Merlin/others shouldn't overhear, we can have them do it in text, or set the conversation at a time when people are sleeping and/or not around.]
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[But that doesn't really surprise him. He never had more than a word with Merlin before, and doesn't really want to start now, but he checked the kid out way back when Cassandra had been close to him. He's a good sort.]
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That flood-- I mean, breach. There were... yeah, there were some problems.
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But looks like you've got the whole Barge waiting on you hand and foot now.
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Some people brought me stuff. Games and food; stuff like that. Kinda hard to eat right now, though.
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What happened to you anyway?
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[She trails off, then goes back to something else instead of answering.]
Ignored or yelled at by who? Dr. Cambridge?
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Suicides happen too often. And murders, y'know, so when that happens it's chaos.
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Well, I didn't kill myself. And nobody here killed me. I got...
[She's going to have to say it, isn't she?]
I got eaten, I guess. I died. ... Again.
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[And he is. But there's a distance from it now: he has the same tone he'd had when consoling other soldiers after a friend had been sent home in a long wooden box. It's a terrible thing that's happened, but at least they survived, and at least there are things to keep surviving for.]
Sometimes you'll forget the details. Makes the nights a little easier.
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[She's sure she'll have nightmares about it, the way she does about all those deaths she saw during that last flood-- but while she's awake, she'd rather think about good stuff.]
... Do you know where I can get a vase?
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Uhh...yeah Iris might have one around. You get some flowers?
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Yeah.
Can you bring me one, do you think? Would she let you?
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Yeah, she'd let met. I'll see what I can find, bring it to you.
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[And she'll, of course, be waiting for him when he gets there, lying in her hospital bed and holding a little handful of handpicked flowers.]
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He walks in, fills the vase, and offers to take the flowers.]
Wow, who brought you these? Boyfriend?
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Nah, I don't got a boyfriend. Mason did, for Valentine's Day.
[She keeps her hold on the flowers, reaching for the vase instead of handing them over.]
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[He carefully hands over the vase, aware she might be shaky or weaker than she thinks; a lot of people are when they're recovering.]
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There.
What do you mean, stand-in boyfriend?
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[She looks down at her lap, smiling.]
I kissed him, though. And he kissed me.
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... You saying you can't grow if you're in a serious relationship with someone?
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I just mean that if you go into something thinking you're gonna make it be something, you'll break it. Make sense? Like...if I'd gone into it with Iris assuming we'd be serious right away I wouldn't have learned how to really trust her, because I would've been forcing it for the sake of her being my "girlfriend".
Some things you gotta just let happen slow, let them go where they want.
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