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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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Yes and I didn't kill her. Someone else did and - look, we can worry about this later... [ Just to make that... clear. Since the last time Liz was in public like that, she threatened to kill the woman herself. ] Wait - you're... you're joking...
[ Two attacks? Elizabeth was quick to him now, taking the last line of his comment more seriously. ]
...Self-defense? Bigby - who was it?
[ Was Bigby the one who killed...? She'll slowly reach out now, motioning for him to come to her, more in an offer to use her as a brace. Elizabeth doesn't waste a moment, if he agrees, she'll begin to limp him out of the room. ]
We'll go back to my room and - I have the sewing kit and first aid kit from when I stitched Jack up. I can't... I can't help you with my wrist but -
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no one really knows anger until they see the Big Bad Wolf getting angry. at least Elizabeth had the fortune of running into him when he was more-so not himself. if that can be... considered... fortunate...?? ]
I don't... I don't know. Never talked to the guy. Had a sword and who the fuck knows what with him. He knew what he was coming for.
[ and apparently Mama Elizabeth was deciding to have a change of heart. he had pushed away any and everyone that thought it was a good idea to touch him right now, but for one reason or another, he takes up her offer to do so. Bigby still wanted to get a better look at what was going on with Franziska, yet he knows the woman in front of him wasn't about to let that happen. with a wince, he limps forward so that he can indeed use her as a brace. ]
Fine. Shijima... wouldn't leave it the hell alone, so she can help. Just ― sorry for ruining your clothes.
[ there's no doubt she was about to get even more blood on them. ]
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[ Jesus Christ, what a fucking mess. Elizabeth would be tempted to pull the cigarette he offered her from her cufflink if she wasn't too busy supporting him. With his weight on her, yes, it's a struggle, but she's careful not to further damage herself in the process.
Of course, Elizabeth has her suspicions and questions - she'll pull him aside for those but right now, she's guiding him back towards her room. ]
I'll get her once you're settled. [ A beat. ] Not the first time they were ruined. Gonna be running out by this rate, just don't be shocked if I asked to borrow a button up sometime.
[ She's calling in debts at this rate!!!
And to the room they hobble, not even mentioning Franziska in the process. Elizabeth didn't want to lure him back to thinking he's in any condition to examine a body. She'll lead him towards the bed, carefully letting him brace himself onto the bed. She won't mind the blood for now. ]
Ugh, you smell like alcohol...
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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...