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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

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Comments

[cajunspice]

Well, if I got what I think I got from ya, don't seem like the man's had an easy life. [Or was all there mentally.] Maybe he was scared. Not a lot of folks like the idea of havin' their thoughts advertised to people 'bouts, got a lot of private stuff up there. It may had just been too much for him.

Not sayin' he dealt with it right, [Far from it.] But might be wise to let him be for a bit 'nd get the loose wires up there sorted.

[mistyday]

You don't have to worry about that. I don't ever wanna see him again.

[cajunspice]

[That thought of tracking down Max and knocking some sense into him flashed up in Remy's mind again, and thus Misty's, before it was dismissed, some sympathy for the other man leaking in. It wasn't too hard for Remy to imagine what Max went through, it wasn't that different from what could happen to Rogue. Thinking of his friend being stuck here, being grabbed at and fearing someone might active her mutation... yeah, that would be rough.]

Hey, we focus on gettin' ya better then worry 'bout the rest of it later, hein?

[mistyday]

[Truth is, angry as she is, Misty can feel some sympathy too - after all, she knows what it's like to be chased and hunted and tied down. Those images crop up again, an angry mob with their torches. Still, it's different for her, she's different. Her isolation was never something she sought. Always, always, she wants people to love and people who will accept her.

Cynicism never was her style.]

Okay.

[She rests her head against his shoulder, tired and trusting.]

Need to tell the captain too.

[cajunspice]

Who ya captain again? Don't think 've run 'cross them m'self. [Remy knew Misty was on Kurt and Wrath's ship, but had no clue who was running their show.]

[mistyday]

Captain Vision!

[And oh how she hums with warmth and affection at the mention of her captain. Her loyalty and faith in him is abundantly clear.]

He's the best leader, he'll know exactly what to do.

[cajunspice]

[Remy went quiet as he tried to put a face to the name, or a voice even, shifting her weight slightly in his arms as he kept his pace towards the transport to her ship.] He... one of the robots, right? [There had been a few here and there on the Fleet, not always easy to pick.] Ya meanin' with ya, or with Max?

[mistyday]

That's right. He's an android.

[And here, she'll help by sending Remy a brief image of Vision's face.]

He'll know what to do about Max. I got all the things I need for me.

[cajunspice]

[Remy nodded his head.] Might be worth lettin' Max's captain know what's goin' on... or 'nyone who got mental health trainin' I guess. [They had doctors on the Fleet, but did they have someone who specialized in what was going on in people's heads? The only person that came to mind was Charles, but he already had his little clique of mutants following him. He was a busy man.

Getting on the transports to the ships, Remy let Misty take her own seat during the trip but carried her in his arms again once they got back on her ship.] Where to? [He waiting on instructions of where to head on the ship.]

[mistyday]

The kitchen.

[Yes you heard that right, she's not delirious.]

[cajunspice]

[Remy wasn't about to question it, he had only been on this ship a handful of times in the past so wasn't going to argue if she was right or a bit confused by blood loss. Carrying her into the kitchen, Remy kicked a foot out to hook the leg of a chair and pulled it out, placing her down in it and making sure she was able to sit upright before stepping back.] There ya go, cherie.

[mistyday]

Thank you.

[She sighs, feeling a little less woozy now, but still - she needs to fix this quick.]

Very top shelf of the cabinet on the left - I need the green jar.

[cajunspice]

[One more hesitant check to make sure she wouldn't just flop off the chair the instant he stepped away, Remy quickly covered the space between them and the cabinet, opening and hunting out the jar she needed. Bringing it back for her, he asked,] What else do ya need?

[mistyday]

[She gives him a pained smile as she unscrews the jar.]

There's some gauze in the other cupboard.

[She scoops out a handful of... goop. There's no other way to describe it: it's gelatinous and foul-smelling, hardly something that looks safe to put on a wound, but she does, without hesitation. Immediately the bleeding stops and incredibly, the wound starts to close, though not quite yet all the way.]