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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

[welp, let's gently slam that privacy setting on]

Charles doesn't know what that means. Remember? Idiot.

They both had confrontations with Winter. Erik brought Charles here afterwards and I've been taking care of them.

i swear to fucking god if i regain the use of my arms the first thing i'm gonna do is punch him in the dick for being stupid

To be entirely fair to Charles I don't think he went looking for trouble. But he's also the type who can't ignore it when he does come across it, either. Might want to downgrade to just hitting him in the back of the head, but there's a line.

Do you want me to call instead? Typing must be difficult.

okay just hold my place in line i guess you can call if you want i'm fine i don't type just use voice to text to voice cause i got used to that when i couldn't do direct neural input any more cause i have a really hard time reading

[...she did not intent to mention that. It's one of those things she's never told anyone.]

[oh . . . yeah, he's switching over]

Hey. [his voice is a little rough from being as tired as he is] I promise I'll save you a spot in line when we start queueing up.

[and, a little gentler] I could help you with that, if you'd like. If it's something that can be worked on.

You sound like shit, Hank. [Takes one to know one. She sounds like she's half out of her mind on drugs and had her head beaten against a wall recently.]

That'd be really nice of you. I don't know. After I got thrown out of the tower, text just stopped making sense to me. If I really try hard I can read okay, but it gives me headaches. But it's fine, that's what text to voice is for.

[he huffs out a noise] That's not very nice. You can't talk.

That might be - something medical, but we can figure it out. But I'm glad text to voice is - a thing. It isn't where I'm from.

Well yeah, but I took a knee to the face. What's your excuse?

I guess it could be. I never told anyone I had that problem before. Didn't mean to.

Erik and Charles are my patients.

Your secret's safe with me. We don't have to talk about it any more.

That's why tazers were invented, Hank.

Dunno if it's really a secret. Just... one more fucking thing, you know?

I have sedatives and a mean right hook. But don't give me ideas.

Mm, I understand. Still, it won't go past us. It's no one else's business unless you make it their business.

Tazers don't cause bruising. Just saying.

Thanks. That's really good of you.

But I can vent my frustrations through a taser.

You're welcome. I know what's like to have things you don't want to talk about.

There's a lot of shit I don't talk about. Just... doesn't seem like talking about it does any good, right?

But. Hey, we don't need to get all grim and shit, right?

Sometimes it does. But not - all the time, either. I get it.

[his tone is wry] No, we don't. What kind of games do you want to play when I come over?

Starts to feel like all you do is be like, 'oh hey and here's another fucked up thing about me' after a while. I don't like how that feels.

I only really know how to play chess and poker. So if you know any new ones, I like learning things.

[the noise he makes is sympathetic] I don't either. Most of mine are - well known, at least. At least to the people who know me. Still, I don't like it.

I can teach you Go Fish. Solitaire, too, so you can play that between visits.

I guess that's kind of an upside to being here with people from your world? But maybe a little downside too. Because yeah, it's... not fun.

I don't know any of those, so that would be really cool.

Kind of. Mostly, it works against me. Because they think one way about it, and I think another.

They're both card games - one you need a few people for, the other you can play by yourself. I know a few.

Sometimes they might be right, 'cause you're gonna be harder on yourself than anyone else is, and stuff looks... bigger and worse from up close than it does at a distance. And sometimes they don't fucking get the problem cause they're not feeling it. It's hard.

Okay. Poker's a card game too, and I liked that...

[he huffs out a noise] It is hard. It's pretty shitty.

[he's only cursing because Wrath did. And because he really does feel that way about it, Viva would be so proud]

Go fish is a little similar to Poker, so you'll pick it up fast. It's fun - no gambling, though.

Yeah.

That's totally fine. I understand the hands in poke, but I don't get the lying part, so I'm pretty bad at it. Though it's still fun to play.

I don't get the lying part, either - I have a pretty terrible poker face.

Bet mine is worse.

But it's nice that it doesn't matter when you're just playing with friends. They don't care if you suck at it.

I'll take that bet.

But yeah, it is nice. I haven't played very often, and certainly not recently, but - it's just fun.

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