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thebastion2014-12-03 08:22 pm
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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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She lets go of him and darts into the Distillery on her own once she gets there, leaving Psii behind for all of the thirty seconds it takes her to find and reemerge with a cloth, which she immediately shoves onto his bleeding face.] Hold that there!
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[Now... what?]
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[For now, after a few moments, he pulls the rag away and probes at the puncture wounds with his split tongue. It already seems to be healing along pretty quickly, or at least it's stopped bleeding.]
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Hey! Don't poke at it, you're just gonna make it wor—oh. [She knows so little about aliens, but if it's done bleeding, that's a good thing, anyway?] ...You're still not s'posed to poke at it.
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