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Day 255 - Yeah no
When: Day 255, midday
Who: The Helmsman and anyone who trips over his prone body
Open/Close: Open
Where: The middle of the Bastion, facedown
What: You know what's nice? Grass is nice.
Format: I'll match
Warning: Blood warning/minor self harm in Aoi and Disciple threads
Ever since he'd been brought to the hospital in the middle of the night by Aradia and the Disciple, the Helmsman has been quiet. His throat has been in no condition to really speak, which had been one thing, but besides that... Any attempts to speak with him have just earned a narrow eyed look and thinned lips, although he'd gone along with attempts to feed him and put him into some cleaner clothes.
Apparently, today's the day that changes because anyone going about their business in the Bastion is liable to notice the gray-skinned and horned alien laying facedown in the middle of the little settlement. The clothes he's wearing are far too big for his food-deprived skinny body but despite what it looks like, he is breathing and is alive.
Don't mind him, he's just gonna be here for a while. If you trip, well, that's your problem. Suck it up.
Who: The Helmsman and anyone who trips over his prone body
Open/Close: Open
Where: The middle of the Bastion, facedown
What: You know what's nice? Grass is nice.
Format: I'll match
Warning: Blood warning/minor self harm in Aoi and Disciple threads
Ever since he'd been brought to the hospital in the middle of the night by Aradia and the Disciple, the Helmsman has been quiet. His throat has been in no condition to really speak, which had been one thing, but besides that... Any attempts to speak with him have just earned a narrow eyed look and thinned lips, although he'd gone along with attempts to feed him and put him into some cleaner clothes.
Apparently, today's the day that changes because anyone going about their business in the Bastion is liable to notice the gray-skinned and horned alien laying facedown in the middle of the little settlement. The clothes he's wearing are far too big for his food-deprived skinny body but despite what it looks like, he is breathing and is alive.
Don't mind him, he's just gonna be here for a while. If you trip, well, that's your problem. Suck it up.
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Finally, though, she spotted a flash of bright yellow lying in the grass, and the troll wearing it. The sigh of relief she let out was long enough to turn into exasperation by the end, and she picked up her skirts and walked briskly to his side... but rather than crouching, she just stood by him with a scowl on her face and her hands on her hips. (Possibly important addendum: there are enough ruffles under that skirt that he ain't getting a glimpse of nothin'.)
"There you are," she huffed. "You'd better have got a damned good reason to be out of bed, mister."
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The Helmsman shows his complete interest in her situation by absolutely not moving at all from his facedown position. However, he does respond to her in one way. Psionics crackle to life in the air, forming words.
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"That is actually a damned good reason, and I will accept it," she said. "This is the first you've properly gotten outside in a long time, huh?"
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”I wish I knew how to convince you it's real," she said. "I'm tempted to stuff some in your squawk gaper, but you've got grass stains on your teeth as it is."