![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
♻ 008 | audio/spam
[audio]
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.]
[spam]
[She assumes, anyway. As far as she can tell, Iris likes everybody.]
Can't really do wrong by me if we ain't dating, anyway.
Re: [spam]
[He shrugs] Well there's always betrayal. But I don't think he'll do wrong by you as a friend or anything else. She just likes you. [Actually Cain is probably the more protective one, but Iris makes a convenient cover story.]
[spam]
Betrayal? You can't cheat on someone you ain't exclusive with.
[spam]
[spam]
[She gets a bit more somber at that.]
You think he'd do that?
Re: [spam]
I sure as hell hope not. But I didn't get to be this old by assuming people were never going to panic and run, you know?
[spam]
But I wouldn't run on him.
[spam]
[Or any other negative consequence, for that matter]
[spam]
Nah, I didn't say that. Everybody does that at some point or another, I think.
But I wouldn't to Mason.
[Though it should be noted that it's very easy to say something like that when you're sitting safe and warm in your hospital bed.]
[spam]
Just Mason,eh? No one else on your list? You've got a fan club starting.
[spam]
... I'd help out all those who've helped me.
Re: [spam]
[He is quiet a moment, and then he nods, carefree as he always is when he's really being serious.]
Me, too, kid. Keep it in mind if you ever need something shot up.
[spam]
Re: [spam]
[Part of him wants to just say 'yes' right off, like it's obvious. But now that he thinks about it, it's a daunting thing to promise anyone. In the end he shrugs like it's no big deal.]
Sure. I'm good at more than just running errands while you're in the sick bay, y'know.
[spam]
Thanks. Thank you.
Re: [spam]
[He nods, uneasy all of a sudden.]
I'll let you rest, kid. [He clears his throat, stands] If you need another vase or something, let me know.
[spam]
[spam]
[spam]