[ conjuring refreshment table . . . ]

[arcanepower]

Who: Belth and whoever
Broadcast: None planned
Action: Wonderduck
When: slightly backdated to 4/24

[The Wonderduck has a visitor today. He's only a little over five feet tall, dressed in black robes, and looking curious and surly at the same time. An interesting combination. But he does come bearing gifts or bribes, however you might call it, and they are fresh and fucking delicious.

He's here to visit one person in particular, but he's also really nosy so he might... wander off into the kitchen to see what the ducklings have. His ship doesn't even have a spice rack. It's disgraceful.]

Comments

[wilder]

Seriously? You know that could've been treated at the clinic.

[Poor little elf. Wear sunscreen you pale nerd]

Probably. A lot of time to fill. [He idly wonders what angel courting might look like if most of the people weren't mindless zombies. Ah well. Thank goodness for interspecies (?) relationships.]

[arcanepower]

[He opens his mouth.] I-- [Closes it. Pauses, tries again.] It wasn't like I'd been stabbed. I didn't want to waste anyone's time with a skin condition. I thought the clinic was for more life-threatening things.

[The trouble of being self-reliant...]

[wilder]

[He shrugs]

Not always. Honestly most of the people who came in on nightshift were minor idiotic injuries.

[arcanepower]

Like toe sprains?

[He wonders if Caspa had to deal with this shit.]

I'm surprised you worked there for so long.

[wilder]

Like..."I got into a fight with a giant porcupine and lost" level of stupid.

[Truly, truly stupid]

I needed the money.

[arcanepower]

What.

[No, seriously, what?]

How do people manage to do that on Earth? It's not like Azeroth where the rats in the larder can chew your arm off.

[NON-RPG CHARACTERS HAVE IT SO EASY.]

[wilder]

I dunno. After awhile, you learn to...stop asking for your own sanity.