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DAY SIX (morning)
 Complex Population: 27 It's 8AM, and you wake from that deep, dreamless sleep that enforces curfew as always. There's breakfast avaliable in the cafeteria if you want it, as well as meals from 11AM-12PM and 7PM-8PM, but otherwise? The viewing stage is open. It seems that someone was busy during the night. This post is for the second day as defined in the schedule. This post is for investigation and general mingling before the trial that takes place in the afternoon IC. ic rulebook character statuses character profiles private conversations graveyard |
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[ he's in no position to argue with Ms. Elizabeth today, as often as they liked to exchange words. Bigby does his best not to just lose the feeling in his legs and fall over the woman altogether. as nice of a thought it would be to see him on top of her, he was definitely not looking his best and wasn't feeling it either. parts of him felt like they were numb, or at the very least, nerves so affected by the trauma that it gave him the impression he had lost feeling.
it was all very messy and confusing, really. but still, he manages a pained laugh at her comment. ]
Won't be shocked. If I die, you can have all of 'em. Just hope I'm around long enough to see you in one. [ that's the alcohol talking, as a bee tee double u. ] I apologized for a reason, didn't I? Tried to... hngh, disinfect the wounds. Hurt as much as you can imagine.
[ they were at her apartment fast enough and you better believe he sits himself onto the bed. in fact, he kind of just falls backwards, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to think about how nice it would be to just close his eyes and lose consciousness for a little bit. you know, pull a Leo. ]
What a fucking night.
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[ Because that comment was definitely not appropriate and she'll nudge him a bit rougher into bed for it. He did apologize, but he doesn't get a free pass on some comment like that? What the fuck? Her pure maiden heart. Elizabeth lets him soak up his pain and drunkenness as she goes to get the sewing kit and first aid. Setting those aside, Bigby will feel the mattress shift underneath him. Carefully, with one hand, Elizabeth begins to try to unbutton his shirt. ]
You didn't need to get yourself into a stupor, there - ... come to me quicker next time. [ But, she's failing. ] Can you get your shirt off? Help me, at least?
I need to see how badly you're injured before I get Shijima.
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[ remember: slightly intoxicated here. nothing that will stick with him for more than another hour or two, but enough to impair his judgment and thought process. and considering he was hardly even capable of getting drunk back in Fabletown, it was a unique experience he was being subjected to right now. the room was virtually spinning, and he was really hoping he wasn't bleeding all over the young woman's nice little bed.
it's a good thing she didn't have all too many roommates, at least. the idea of her getting in the bed with him for any reason was probably indecent enough.
as she starts unbuttoning his shirt, he tries sitting up only to fail. miserably. with a loud groan at that, shoulder trembling before falling limp to the mattress once more. Bigby doesn't seem to know how to comprehend the idea of her undressing him, but... well, it could have been worse? ]
I can't even use one arm, Ms. Elizabeth. [ he is able to note that she's actually concerned for him, at least. how sweet. ] You're on your own. Just rip it off. Fuckin' useless to me now anyway.
[ RIP THE BUTTONS OFF, ELIZABETH. DO IT FOR THE VINE. ]
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[ He may be slightly tipsy from bad life choices, but he has more choices to make in the next few hours. Elizabeth would smack his face if he wasn't injured in an attempt to sober him up, but, she focuses on his shirt. He sits up and she nearly braces herself on her bad wrist to try and catch him.
Nope, he flops and she groans. ]
Ugh - fine.
[ And rip she does? It wasn't clean - it pops the buttons off dramatically and all but she's at least able to fumble and pull his sleeves off carefully. He's bare and she's... not sure how to feel about this?
What will she see on his wound? ]
Bigby... you could have - ... this is a lot of blood...