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Who: Wrath (and maybe you?)
Broadcast: Entire fleet
Action: Windrose medlab, she ain't goin anywhere
When: June 11 (four days after this mess)

[Text]

extra large protein lovers pizza
++ spicy soypperoni
+ red chilies
++ mazer beer ipa or equivalent 1 6pack

5 strippers
pref male
++ purple body glitter
++ portable sound system
+ boa constrictor

deliver to: lt wrath, windrose

[Audio]

[She doesn’t quite know how bad she looks, but she knows how bad she feels. There is no way the people in the fleet need to see this. So it’s audio only. Wrath’s words slur faintly, like someone who is profoundly tired rather than drunk. Chems do that to her.]

Hey everyone. Um. I had an accident and I’m gonna be… down for a little while. I know I wanted to do a coffee thing for all my brother soldiers but… that’s gonna have to wait. Til I’m on my feet again. Really sorry, guys. But it’ll happen. Just a little later.

Anyway like last time I was in traction I just ordered pizza and strippers, but I tried to do that here and it doesn’t work? And there’s no pudding or nurses. So I’m kind of super bored since I can’t move around right now. So anyone want to like… watch vids or play games or something? I could maybe figure out how to do chess on the network. Or ask someone for help. Or tell stories. Or like. Visitors would be nice? Yeah.

Officer Snuggles says hi, everyone. [The fox yips.] And. Um. Bye~

[Action]

[Wrath, almost completely immobilized in traction to keep her spine from crumbling completely, occupies the Windrose’s medlab for the timebeing, Officer Snuggles normally curled up on the corner of the bed when he’s not out patrolling. Wrath herself looks like hell, nasty bruises and stitched up head and facial lacerations, her left eye’s sclera still crimson. But she’s doing her best to maintain a positive attitude. There’s not really anything else for her to do.

Visitors are what she really, really wants. Being stuck in bed and unable to move around and really touch anything is starting to eat at her badly. It’s a vague sort of unease, blurred out by the drugs, but it’s definitely not doing her anxiety levels any good. Before the ports are removed, nothing feels right anyway, which is another sort of alarming. She's got the painting frame for entertainment beyond staring at the ceiling, but her fine motor control is terrifyingly lacking, and she doesn't think she can blame it all on the drugs.

And Winter… she’s not thinking about what actually happened if she can help it. That wasn’t Winter. He wasn’t at home when that all went down. It was a fight, she survived, everything is okay now. She’s tough as hell. She’s not going to think about how it feels like falling. She’s not going to think about how last time, Compliance showed up and tried to take her right out of her hospital bed. She’s not going to drive herself crazy with worry about how Winter is doing and if everyone is treating him okay and if everyone gets it wasn’t his fault. And she’s sure as hell not going to think about how next time, it might be her turn.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

How can I not when strippers are involved? [and for a touch of something more serious] I saw the mess. May as well do my part to help.

The universe has tried to explode over less, but it would be worth it.

You've got the right kind of priorities. [Oh. So much for her line about having an accident. Whoops.] Was it really bad?

Guess it's gotta explode some time...

You're the first person to ever say that to me. [remember how to use your tact, Meg] . . . seen worst accidents. [there it is, gold star] I'm not a good judge, though.

If it's over a pizza-making stripper, there's worse ways to go.

Guess you know a lot of weird people. Well, that's good. I like... wouldn't want it to be the worst accident in the history of ever.

Oh, what an incredible understatement that is. [she knows Winchesters, they're right up there] It doesn't even make the top 100 worst accidents.

That's... really good. Like I think the other accident I had was probably worse, but it was just me that time. I guess there were more people this time.

Maybe I should send the strippers around to everyone else once I'm done with them. For morale purposes.

There were a few. If there were more, it was before I got over there to see what had happened.

Only after you've gotten your fill.

[Shit, this sounds bad, and she's really worried about Winter. But this person can't really help with that.] I hope they're all okay.

No butt's gonna be left unsqueezed.

I'm sure they're fine. There were plenty of people over there helping - a call went out over the network for all medics on deck.

That'a girl. Be the hero we deserve.

Oh. That's really good. There are some good doctors in the fleet.

I'm gonna do my best to complete this important mission.

See? There's no reason to worry your pretty little head. You just worry yourself about being the Fleet's official booty inspector.

I have no doubts. What's your name and where are you? So I know where to send the equipment.

Oh, I get a promotion too. That's super cool.

Oh. Um. My name is Wrath. I'm in the medlab on the Windrose.

Very few earn that particular title.

Wrath, Windrose, got it. I'm Meg, by the way.

It's nice to meet you Meg. You're... pretty new, right?

How new is new? I'm almost a two week veteran.

That's pretty new. But at least you're off the Marsiva and on a ship! So there are newer people than you, I bet.

Oh, for sure. But I at least know my way around the place now.

What ship are you on?

The Bishop.

Okay, good to know. Maybe I'll get to visit you some time. I like going to other ships.

Oh, by all means. I generally hang out in my office if I'm there. Just let me know.

Okay! When I'm up and around, I will.

I'll look forward to it.

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