behemoth, meet the opposition

[mrglam]

Sadde doesn't seem quite able to focus on homework at the moment. He's fidgeting, and sometimes stares off into space for long periods of time before James has to snap him out of it.

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[peterxy]

...there is quite a lot of blood. Hookwolf had very sharp bits.

"Oh shit," Rewind says, covering her mouth as a wave of nausea hits her. It's that bad.

[thinkering]

"Just fix it."

[mxglam]

She gets over the nausea and does. Fortunately nothing got detached, even though that's about the best that can be said about it.

"-uck!" Glam says, being driven backward by rewound momentum. Rewind runs to the bathroom, and Glam lands with a thud. "...what happened? Where's Hookwolf? Why am I so-" Then they take in the sheer amount of blood on the floor. "Oh."

[thinkering]

"Oh thank god you're alive. Rewind, go see if there's anybody with less dramatic injuries in the PRT who you're in time to help."

[mrglam]

Rewind nods as she's leaving the bathroom, holding her mask in her hand. She apparently hasn't had to throw up, but she covers her mouth and nose with her hand and closes her eyes as she makes her way around the blood back to the elevator, and puts on the mask.

"Yeah. Yeah, alive," Glam says, in a bit of a daze. "Aaaand I've lost quite a bit of blood, huh." He makes his mask disappear, and leans back on the floor, staring at the ceiling. They didn't land on the blood itself, just short of it, but they conjure a bullshit machine to clean the floor. The bullshit machine is... quite less realistic than usual, maybe fruit of the loopiness. But it does the job.

[thinkering]

Lorica scoops Glam up and hauls him to his room.

[mrglam]

Sadde doesn't protest, and his costume still has antigrav even when he's not actively using it, so he's easy to haul.

"Hmmm."

[thinkering]

Lorica puts him down on his bed.



Then she shuts the door and flicks the catch on her helmet.

[mrglam]

Sadde blinks and looks at the source of the sound.

[thinkering]

It's Lorica. Taking her helmet off.

[mrglam]

"What are you doing...?"

[thinkering]

"You keep almost dying and I keep thinking 'they don't even know my name'," she shrugs. Off comes the helmet.

[mrglam]

"What."

[thinkering]

"I know you were expecting spider mandibles and everything but I don't think I warrant quite this much puzzled staring," she says, raising one eyebrow.

[mrglam]

His mouth opens and closes many times, like a fish out of water. Then his brain catches up with what's going on, and he closes his eyes. "Are you sure you want to do that? This is maybe not the best..." Then his brain connects what he's about to say with just who he's saying it to (damn it blood loss sucks), so he opens his eyes again and amends with, "Wait, I mean-"

[thinkering]

"Am I sure I -?" She blinks. "...Nope. No I'm not. I will have to think about it some more. For a year." Her helmet snaps back on.

[mrglam]

"No! I mean, sorry, that's not- my brain isn't- the blood loss-"

[thinkering]

"Well, clearly you are too blood-deprived for it to be remotely acceptable for me to kiss you, you're practically insensate, what was I thinking."

[mrglam]

"You were going to kiss me?"

[thinkering]

"But then I realized I might not be sure of what I was doing! Because I frequently do things without meaning to! And you saved me. Thanks ever so."

[mrglam]

"That's not what I meant! I mean, it was what I meant, but it's not what I should have meant, because, you're you, and, and I know you're you, and I'm definitely not too blood-deprived to be kissed, and you know I know you know what you're doing, kisses?"

[thinkering]

"Too late. You will have to recuperate without. There's iron supplements in the breakroom medicine cabinet."

[mrglam]

"Nnnnnnooooooooooooooo! I'm soooooooorrrryyyyyyy!"

[thinkering]

"I might reconsider. For a year."

[mrglam]

"Uuuuunnnnggghhh!" he says, falling forward onto a pillow that hadn't been there before. "...at least tell me your name?"