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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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Hey.
How old do you think I am? I ain't a kid.
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[He offers a lopsided smirk with the comment.]
So how're you doing?
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[She gives him a little grin back, raising her eyebrows.]
I'm, uh... I'm good. Yeah. Got people coming to see me; bringing me stuff.
[There's some evidence of that on her bedside table: a mancala board and a deck of cards, her iPod, a little bouquet of flowers in a vase, and a Bible.]
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[Clearly not that much since he's smirking.]
Good. ...now I feel like a dick since I didn't bring you anything, so thanks for that.
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[She's possibly taking that a little more seriously than it was intended to be taken.]
Most of it ain't even really mine. I mean... the food was mine 'cause I ate it, and the flowers were for Valentine's Day--
[Obligatory biting back a grin here because Valentine's Day flowers she's never gotten those before.]
-- But the cards and stuff aren't.
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It's okay. I got a thick skin, pretty sure I'll get over it.
[He leans over to investigate the stuff left on the table.]
VD stuff, huh? Nice. Who's the sad sap?
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Mason, but he ain't a sad sap. He's a-- a real good guy.
[She blushes a little; she's kind of smitten.]
And then the iPod I got when I was new; it was from Anya. The Bible I borrowed from the chapel. Steve brought them over.
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[With the kind of amused tone that implies he really, really does.]
Anybody who buys into the hype's a sad sack.
[Said by the true king of "sorry, I forgot that was today".]
But sure.
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[Her tone is a little teasing, because she really does mostly believe that he won't do that now.]
Giving somebody some flowers ain't buying into any hype. He's just being nice.
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Anyway, we're just friends, so I don't think he would get me flowers on a normal day.
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[So much smirking right now.]
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Nah, I don't think so.
But if he did, all he'd have to do is say so.
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[If they're not lower-class boys from rural Pennsylvania, she's lost.]
And anyway, I really don't think he meant much by it. I really think he was just being nice.
And it was nice.
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[He leans forward to poke through the remnants on her table, see if there's anything of value there to eat.]
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I know he's got a girl he likes back home. But...
... I don't know. You really think he might like me a little bit, too?
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Who knows. Stranger things, and all that shit.
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... Do British guys think real differently from American guys?
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'Cause, uh... I have to admit, I never really knew any British people at all before I came here, so it's a little...
[Intimidating.]
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Well, then. Maybe I'll... I don't know. I still don't wanna come on too strong, you know, 'cause I know he likes that girl back home-- but maybe I'll do something.
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