.050 | Voice. [Warden Filter]

[paradoxlol]

[BACKDATED TO DURING/RIGHT AFTER SEXBY'S KILLING SPREE.]
 
[Arthur's breathing sounds short and pained, thanks to some broken ribs he's now sporting.  Due to the timing of all of this, he's totally missed out on all warden posts about Sexby's rampage, and thus has no idea there's anything going on.  WHOOPS.]
 
I need a hand.  Or. [Cough.] Two hands.  I don't care.  Someone come to level eight, room 19 and help me drag my inmate to the infirmary. Just a warning: he's really heavy.
 
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And a doctor might-- [Short gasp.  STOP MOVING, ARTHUR.  He sounds a little irritated when he continues:] Might need to get some sutures ready.
 
[OOC: THIS IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWS THE SPAM IN ARTHUR'S LAST POST.  He and Perry beat each other up.  Like manly men.]

Comments

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Hullo! I'm to be your ambulance. Please try to stay relaxed when I appear. How bad off are you? I don't like your breathing.

[paradoxlol]

I'm fine, don't worry about it. Just a couple of bruised ribs. [Or cracked. OR BROKEN.]

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Right, well, please do let the Doctor have a look at you too, all right?

*ksht*

[spam]
[Arkady has the presence of mind to appear a little down the hall and come to the doorway instead of just poofing in suddenly.]

Ooo, he's a big lump. [She walked in, peering between him and Perry, then crouches down and touches his arm gently.]

I'll need you to take my hand and close your eyes. Might want to lock the room up first.

[paradoxlol]

[Arthur's waiting in Perry's cabin, slumped on a chair that he'd pulled up by the unconscious inmate. Despite the scuffle, he doesn't look too bad off, mostly because all of the damage is hidden under his shirt. He sits up a little when Arkady enters.]

Tell me about it. I wasn't looking forward to trying to carry him.

[Then, he stands carefully and walks over to the door to shut it as best he could.]

The lock's kind of... broken. [Thanks to Arthur kicking the door in.] I'll have to get it replaced.

[He walks back to Arkady and crouches beside her and Perry, looking down at his inmate with a look of... nope, no regret there. Some slight worry, though. Arthur takes the other warden's hand.]

Thanks for doing this.

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

No, that's a two people and a stretcher job. Or one handy teleporter!

Oh, well, all right then. He'll grumble, of course, but better that than more punching.

[She squeezes his hand.] Right, then. One, two...

[For a moment they're in a shining white place with no real sense of up or down...]

[...then the infirmary, with Perry on one of the empty beds Arkady scoped out before popping in.]

There we go! You all right? It's a bit startling at first.

[paradoxlol]

Trust me, he'll grumble no matter what.

[And then, just like that, Arthur feels himself being whisked away, and when he opens his eyes, he's in the infirmary. Blinking, he looks around, then smiles just a touch when he notices Perry on the bed.]

Good aim. [A slight shrug, and his smile widens.] It's fine. Believe me, I've been in stranger situations.

[spam]

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Of course. He won't have liked losing a fight, this one.

[She perks up] Oh good. I hate weirding people so badly that they won't talk to me after.

As for my aim, I practiced months before I let anyone know I could do it. It does no one any good if we end up in the engine room.

[spam]

[paradoxlol]

Well then, I promise I won't stop talking to you. [He offers his hand.] I'm Arthur, by the way.

[He chuckles.] Yeah, or worse yet: off the Barge entirely.

[spam]

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

[She shakes his hand; her fingers are spindly and touch very lightly.]

Oh, that would be terrible. Yes, I practice for accuracy several times a day to make sure things like that don't happen.

[spam]

[paradoxlol]

Are your abilities public knowledge? I mean, outside of the wardens.

[spam]

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

Some people know. But I do not think it has gotten around that much. I've tried to remind myself to walk more places so as to not startle people.

[spam]

[paradoxlol]

Yeah... [He nods, moves to grab a seat, wincing.] Be careful. The wrong person finds out, they might get some big ideas of escape through force.

[spam]

[can-has-vodka.livejournal.com]

That's a very good point. People tend to regret it when they take me hostage, however. But I'll try not to be so overt.

[She looks him over and chews her lip. She knows Dr. BlackJack will probably convince him better than she that he needs to be looked at. At least she'd gotten them here.]