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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.]
[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.]
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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... I, uh. Might need someone to move the little stones for me, though.
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[Things to bring with the hot cocoa: a straw.]
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[With mancala, and with a mug full of hot cocoa and rich whipped cream -- and a straw.]
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[She'll doze a little until he gets there, but when she hears someone approaching her bed she opens her eyes, blinking.]
Wow. That for me?
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Can you sit up?
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[She awkwardly scoots herself up, wincing as she does so.]
I ain't gonna puke that up, right? 'Cause I don't feel so hot.
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Even better than coffee, maybe.
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[She's clumsier than usual, but she experimentally picks up and drops a handful of stones a few times, and it seems to work okay. She starts setting up the board.]
Did you get hurt, in that flood?
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[Clumsy is fine; this game is on her terms and not his, and he waits until she seems confident to even begin looking at his stones.]
Some, yeah, but not as bad as you. [He smiles fondly.] Because my drift partner was an idiot.
I'm glad your warden took such good care of you. How're you feeling now?
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[She gives a nod in Merlin's direction.]
He saved my life just like he said he would. I know it didn't actually work, but it worked in my heart.
[She finishes with the board, and takes her first turn. She's still having coordination issues, but she manages.]
Who was your partner?
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He did well enough. Barge magic aside, you're still here. [He stirs the cocoa with the straw.] I'm glad it worked.
[He drops three stones in the first hole and the fourth in the last.]
Rick Marshall -- he's Rocket here. My inmate.
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[She appears highly amused by this.]
You got a raccoon as your partner? You piloted a robot with a raccoon?
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[Then she remembers the stir that Mason's post had caused last month.]
-- Not because he's a raccoon or nothing. I don't care much about that.
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... He called me stupid; stuff like that.
[Then she'd tried to stop on his tail.]
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Yeah, he's defensive. Overly so. He's been through a lot of crap due to what he is.
[DO NOT STOMP ON THE TAIL, TIFFANY.]
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... He's been through crap because he's a raccoon, you mean?
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He has. How easy do you think it is going through life as a talking raccoon?
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I don't know. I thought maybe it was normal where he came from.
A while ago, a friend of mine was ragging on him a little bit. Is that why everyone got so pissed?
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What do you mean? Who was -- oh, Mason?
Tiffany, Mason's awesome but he's not the shiniest coin in the fountain.
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