.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]

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.]