groove slam work it back

[noctiphile]

Who: the good and merry folk of the S. S. Starstruck
Broadcast: it's a mystery! you decide!
Action: S. S. Starstruck
When: until we make a new one

[Wow! Look at that! This ship sucks! Discontent is abundant! No one likes each other! Everyone's grumpy! I'm using too many exclamation points! Looks like it's just the first of many exciting episodes aboard the S.S. Starstruck*.]

*property possibly inherited from lady gaga

Comments

[pocketpal]

No, it's not serious, and I'm fixing it better, not faster. If you want to help, hold the edges of the wound together.

Do all captains have crews like this?

[lord_wizard]

I haven't the faintest, but something tells me your expectations for normalcy are far too high...

[He thins his lips at Aaron, realizing for the first time that he's not holding together all that well.]

Powers. Go wash. I can handle this. [As he speaks, he moves further into the room, tossing off his coat and begins rolling back his sleeves as he tries to insinuate himself between the bleeding mess that is Mattias and Aaron. He doesn't care so much if he gets blood on himself, just not on his clothes]

[noctiphile]

Good to know I'm a team effort.

[He grumbles, grunting into the floor as another wave of pain washes through. It feels different now. Like something foreign reaching into his ribs and tampering in nonsensical patterns. Mattias grits his teeth.] Can I second the motion to quicken the pace?

[mysterzie]

[ It helps, just a bit, to have some sort of blockade between them. His hands are still bloody and still twitching every now and then to confirm they still work. Aaron swallows and puts them together, trying to rub some of it off despite them both being dirty. ]

My hands are too bloody. They'd slip.

[ But then he realizes that Felix is already on it, a belated reaction, and he stares at the redhead's back. ]

Oh... You think it'll wash off?

[pocketpal]

It shouldn't hurt that much. Or are you just an enormous baby?

[ This is actually a serious question.

She directs Felix on where to grip, and continues working. Her stitches are neat and impeccable, and she's bloody to the elbow. ]

[lord_wizard]

[Felix silently does as he's instructed. His fingers lack a certain agility, but holding something still isn't terribly hard]

I imagine it has something to do with the proximity to the implant.

[noctiphile]

It's some type of defense mechanism. [He speaks through gritted teeth.] I'll gladly explain how successful it is later-[a grunt.]-if you wish.

And Aaron-[Grinning, despite himself, though there's no humor in it.]-it'll come off. Use soap.

[mysterzie]

[ Aaron is still for a moment longer, then he stands. Automatic reaction has him rubbing his hands on his pant-legs and then he pauses in surprise before he simply fades away completely. Walking to the bathroom is for lamers. He'll be back eventually. ]

[pocketpal]

[ With more hands to help, it doesn't take her long to finish it up. The stitches are neat and professional. ]

You should keep them dry.

[lord_wizard]

[Felix pulls his hands away once he's sure the stitches are secure]

Should I ask how you learned to do such things?