Allports [AKA well this is awful]
Jan. 13th, 2015 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
to_dust[Audio filtered to Bleu]
Can I. I mean. Could you. Please bring my hand to the infirmary. Please.
[Filtered to Marsh and Sylvanas]
I don't even know what to -- are you all right? I'm so sorry.
[Infirmary spam- just after flood end]
[An injured Eutermesan is generally difficult to see-- the blending in is an involuntary defense mechanism, triggered by some primal part of the backbrain. But get to the point of shock, and even that reflex gives up...
C'rizz walks into the infirmary wearing the heated cloak Jean gave him. The end of his left arm is wrapped in a towel, pressed to his chest. He's wearing black and red and standing in a white room, but for once his skin colour is static, a matte, cloudy purple-blue. It's as bad a sign as blue lips and grey skin on a human. His voice is very crisp and careful when he speaks.]
Pardon me, do you think someone could help me. Reattach something?
[Spam for Roderick]
[Later, when he's been given a hand, ahah, and his skin is its various healthy colours again, he makes his way to Roderick's room. His wrist is still bandaged, which is as much for his own peace of mind as anything else, but he's not shocky or sick anymore. He feels... Solid. And rather sad.]
Roderick? Are you in there? We've got to talk.
Can I. I mean. Could you. Please bring my hand to the infirmary. Please.
[Filtered to Marsh and Sylvanas]
I don't even know what to -- are you all right? I'm so sorry.
[Infirmary spam- just after flood end]
[An injured Eutermesan is generally difficult to see-- the blending in is an involuntary defense mechanism, triggered by some primal part of the backbrain. But get to the point of shock, and even that reflex gives up...
C'rizz walks into the infirmary wearing the heated cloak Jean gave him. The end of his left arm is wrapped in a towel, pressed to his chest. He's wearing black and red and standing in a white room, but for once his skin colour is static, a matte, cloudy purple-blue. It's as bad a sign as blue lips and grey skin on a human. His voice is very crisp and careful when he speaks.]
Pardon me, do you think someone could help me. Reattach something?
[Spam for Roderick]
[Later, when he's been given a hand, ahah, and his skin is its various healthy colours again, he makes his way to Roderick's room. His wrist is still bandaged, which is as much for his own peace of mind as anything else, but he's not shocky or sick anymore. He feels... Solid. And rather sad.]
Roderick? Are you in there? We've got to talk.
