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[pain_train]

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.]

Comments

[pain_train]

Go, Beverly! [If only she could brofist right now.]

Oh, hell yeah! That sounds awesome.

[dancingmd]

[If only. Beverly has yet to be introduced to the wonders of the brofist. She grins at the sentiment, however. No doubt they'll be gossiping about that at some point too. But for now, it's time for a story!

Beverly clears her throat and begins.]

Chapter One...

[The story is of one Dick Hardy (because of course that's his name), Private Eye, and his fateful encounter with the alluring and oh-so-dangerous Vivian Valentine one dark and stormy evening. The mystery is terrible and obvious but the desk sex is hot, so who really gives a damn? Also, this is the first time really that Beverly has gotten to flex any of her acting muscles so she's really getting into the spirit of things, capturing Vivian's sultry tones and Dick's gravelly ones perfectly as she reads.]

[pain_train]

[This

is

GREAT.

Wrath hasn't had this much fun in ever, not like this. Where has silly erotica been all her life? And Beverly does voices! That makes it even better, so there's a lot of squeeing and giggling whenever appropriate. And yes, the desk sex is nice, and Dick Hardy getting to make use of his handcuffs is also pretty on point. What a fun book!]

[dancingmd]

[Just wait, they haven't even gotten to the interrogation scene yet, where Dick finds the roles suddenly reversed on him!

Perhaps this is an... unconventional method of healing but Beverly is in fact very pleased that Wrath is enjoying this so much. It's important to keep her in good spirits, so she'll happily read for her as long as she wants.]

[pain_train]

[Hey, morale is very important for healing, right? Right.

Yes, she will be very amused by the interrogation scene and Viviane's cunning use of her stockings. Though the real question will be what lengths Dick goes to when he has to go under deep cover.]

[dancingmd]

[Disaster! While undercover, he encounters the cunning Lilah Fox, who could be a key witness - for a price. Will Dick betray Vivian? Or will he discover her true motives? And who is the real thief?

Find out in our next installment of... In Walked Trouble!

Beverly sighs and closes the book.]

Unfortunately, I'm afraid they didn't give us the sequel.

[pain_train]

Oh no! That was so much fun, though. I've never read a book like that before. Thank you, Beverly! [She wonders if she can find more silly sex books...]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly laughs.]

Good! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Castle might have a few books like this on him... he was reading out to the network the other day. Something about were-cuttlefish.

[pain_train]

...what's a were-cuttlefish? But I bet Castle has lots of books since he writes them too...

[Getting him to read them to her... well, maybe she can ask? It's always embarrassing, one of the few things she is genuinely reticent to talk about because it seems so dumb. But she can always pretend it's all the chems.]

[dancingmd]

I think it's like a werewolf - a man that can turn into a wolf or vice versa, but with a cuttlefish instead.

[pain_train]

...that seems a lot less cool than a werewolf though.

[dancingmd]

[She laughs.]

No, I guess not. But I don't think it was supposed to be taken seriously.

[A beat.]

At least I hope it wasn't.

[pain_train]

...so what does a were-cuttlefish do anyway?

[dancingmd]

Seduce time-traveling women, apparently.

[pain_train]

Why would a time-traveling woman want to make it with a were-cuttlefish? Is it a tentacle thing?

[dancingmd]

Well she didn't know he was a cuttlefish, you see. It was a very dramatic and emotional reveal.

[pain_train]

Oh...

Does she accept his cuttlefish side?

[dancingmd]

You know, I never found out.

what is this thread even

[pain_train]

That would be so sad, though. He can't help if he has a cuttlefish side.

p e r f e c t i o n

[dancingmd]

Well, no, he can't, but it's usually best not to reveal your true self to your lover as you lay dying.

[Said with some amount of gravity, despite the context of their conversation.]

[pain_train]

...well yeah, you should be telling them all that important shit before it even gets that far. That's just rude.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly lets out a small huff and takes Wrath's hand.]

I had that happen to me once. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with.

[pain_train]

What? You fucked a were-cuttlefish?

[dancingmd]

[Beverly blinks, then stares for a moment in confusion and then...

Please excuse her while she laughs for about five minutes.]

[pain_train]

[She regards Beverly for a minute and then asks:]

...so were the tentacles like a good thing?