[ anise you are so cute. he's chilling in the sim room, predictably looking at some water. his arm is healed over, if a little gnarly-looking, and he has his duffel bag.
he greets her with a wave since he does still have his other hand, as well as a little smile. ]
Anise! Yes, I did—the medbay is very efficient. [ though there's a lot of people using it today, so he's looking kinda banged up still. it's nothing dangerous. ] My arm is—well. It isn't as dire as it looks, I think! [ it's gone bud ]
[ maybe it's a little dire. he looks nearly sheepish at the fussing, though he still smiles through it. it's a little tired-looking despite his efforts. ]
...I'm told it's a rather nonsensical story. We were in prison, suddenly? I don't even remember how we arrived there.
No. It was much more disgusting than the brig. [ so... gross...... ] We were not on the ship at all—it was an entirely different city. A different life, even... I believed I had been born and raised there. Goops Goops and I were in a prison together for some time, but even that may have been a—a trick of the mind?
We met with Junker and Kitewoman later, and went about a mission against the undead. ...Well, blackmailed into it, more like. But we ultimately survived.
Ah, that— [ he touches the remaining stump of the lost limb. ] ...my carelessness, really. It had to be removed, because it was infected. I am lucky to have lost my arm, rather than my life.
[ zombies... while he's been pretty upbeat for a guy who's gotten the shit beat out of him and is now down one limb, he does sober up a moment. ]
...It was very sudden, and very dangerous. While I hope it never happens to any of you, stay vigilant.
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he greets her with a wave since he does still have his other hand, as well as a little smile. ]
Anise! Yes, I did—the medbay is very efficient. [ though there's a lot of people using it today, so he's looking kinda banged up still. it's nothing dangerous. ] My arm is—well. It isn't as dire as it looks, I think! [ it's gone bud ]
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[ coming over to fuss at him. ]
What the heck happened back there!?
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...I'm told it's a rather nonsensical story. We were in prison, suddenly? I don't even remember how we arrived there.
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[ bleak ]
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... "Goops Goops"??
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[ sorry this explains nothing ]
We met with Junker and Kitewoman later, and went about a mission against the undead. ...Well, blackmailed into it, more like. But we ultimately survived.
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When you were in the medbay, did you also get checked for head injuries, by any chance...?
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We were checked for concussions! [ immediately ]
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[ should they check again, though... ]
It's good that you made it back, but your arm... What happened there?
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Ah, that— [ he touches the remaining stump of the lost limb. ] ...my carelessness, really. It had to be removed, because it was infected. I am lucky to have lost my arm, rather than my life.
[ zombies... while he's been pretty upbeat for a guy who's gotten the shit beat out of him and is now down one limb, he does sober up a moment. ]
...It was very sudden, and very dangerous. While I hope it never happens to any of you, stay vigilant.