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DAY EIGHT (morning)
 Complex Population: 19 It's 8AM, and you wake from that deep, dreamless sleep that enforces curfew as always. Of course, some of you might be waking up due to a rather alarming reason. NOTE: This day post will be run slightly differently because of the large amount of things to be discovered. Please indicate where your character is in the subject line of your toplevel, and a mod will reply to conduct the investigation. Please note that some areas may be dangerous, and your characters may be injured, but characters will not be killed (unless you want them to be). 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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GUESS WHO ALSO STILL HAS HER PILLOW OF BULLSHIT THAT SHE TOOK FROM HER APARTMENT? Which included: sewing kit and first aid kit. ]
Not much but should be enough - oh, jeez. How many of us got attacked?!
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Quite a few of us, so far... I'm not certain how many need stitches, but it might be a fair number at this rate. [And considering she's hobbling and has the bloody hand thing going on and all:] Do you need any help?
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She'll pull out the sewing kit and the first aid kit to set off to the side. Unfortunately, with her wound and one working hand, she can't offer the same assistance she offered prettyboy Jack when he got his sweet scar. ]
I'll be - I'll be fine. I just.. we gotta find someone to help us.
[ She won't go find anyone, honestly. Shijima especially. ]
Has anyone else lost a lot of blood?
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I can handle the stitching, if things come to it. I've done it before.
[On himself, with questionable results, BUT HEY! If it works(ish), it works(ish???), right?]
—As far as I know, no one has been injured enough to have lost dangerous amounts, at least. But some of these wounds look deep.
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Elizabeth nods, looking at the amount of people piling up. ]
Shouldn't you get someone to patch you up first?
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I've cleaned it up and I've blotted out the bleeding with tissue from the bathroom for now. It's best to help others now before it starts to clot, though. I wouldn't want to risk reopening it once I'm able to rest.
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[ She says with a wince, twisting her body to dig into the first aid kit to get the disinfectant cream and some medical tape. ]
Let me help to the best of my ability to at least clean the wound. I won't...stitch it, though. Since that's your concern.
[ Look let her hobble around with her little broken wrist trying to tape you down? ]
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...Thank you. [It's a kind offer, certainly, and he won't turn her down if she's willing to help. He'll place his supplies down on the counter too, slipping the side of his kimono top down to reveal the stab on his shoulder. There is totally a wadded up piece of toilet paper just stuck to it... #medical skills. But he'll gingerly peel that off, and the stab itself is pretty deep, but definitely not as bad as it could be. Or as bad as some of these other poor people's stabs are.]
If I can help you in return, please let me know. My medical knowledge only extends so far, though... I don't know how to treat anyone who may have inhaled too much smoke.
[Or people who get CAUGHT UP IN EXPLOSIONS... GUYS??]
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I think I'll need a few stitches. I have someone who can do it if you can't.
[ She smiles a bit even if she's pained. ]
Don't push yourself, alright? You gathering us all here is a good show of know-how. We all need a damn drink after this.
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I can do that, certainly.
[As long as it's well-cleaned beforehand at least, and as long as she knows how to tend to it after, considering it's mostly aftercare that screws him over in the end...
That last comment also earns her a little laugh, even if it's one of those Stress Laughs.]
I suppose that's true as well. It's no wonder that this is one of the most well-stocked areas in this entire building...
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Woah, Liz- Thank god. You're— [ He looks at her side, since he'd almost said that she was alright, but he shakes his head. ] Well, okay, maybe not alright, but, uh, not dead. Not dead is good. That's- That's not too bad, is it?
[ Liz may also notice some new injuries on Jack. He's not sporting a split lip and a few bruises on his neck. ]
LORD
Heaven's to bet-! Jack - [ There's some relief, but there's a small glare his way, mostly out of his comment about dead. ] It's sad that's the standards for a good day now... definitely not dead.
[ Elizabeth was luckily in loose fitting close for once - not dolled up in a corset so when she lifts her shirt up, he's able to see the pale flesh sliced around 2 inches wide and fairly deep. There's still a bit of blood, but she did her best to compress it. ]
H-Hahnn... it's tender... [ She lets him see through her fingers. ] Not the worst out of the bunch so -
[ She'll wait. Elizabeth does notice the split lip and her face flushes into worry. ]
What - were you attacked too..?
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Uh, my bad, didn't mean to scare you, kiddo...
[ He takes a step back as Elizabeth starts to reveal her wound. He gets Elizabeth to lift his shirt for him, and he can't even enjoy it. Rude, honestly. His brow knits together as he looks at it, and there's worry of his own apparent on his face as he looks back at her. At least, until she asks about him. His hand comes up to his lip as if he hadn't realized it was there, but his eyebrows raise less in surprise and more in remembering the kind of state he's in. ]
Oh. Ohhh, nah, I, uh. Did this to myself. [ More or less. He's being vague here on purpose. ]
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I'm fine.. just... a little on edge.
[ Elizabeth will definitely have no shame at this point - not when she's bleeding. ]
H-Hah... I mean, it's not bad... right? I've never been stabbed... but the blood seemed to have slowed when I put pressure on it.
[ And no, she's going to fucking kinkshame you once she realizes what that was. ]
How? That looks like a nasty hit! Unless you ran into a door -
[ Wait... she'll see the fucking neck and narrow her eyes. ]
Huh. Looks like someone had a night.
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Ssssh!! [ He shushes her sharply as he leans close with a mildly horrified expression, but it's quickly followed by an exasperated groan as he pulls at his face. ] Ughhh, look, things just. Got out of hand. I don't know. Goddammit.
[ He murmurs the last part into his hands, but then looks up at her with an exaggerated expression of exasperation. ]
Just. Don't say anything. I know. I know.
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He shushes her and she gives him a look. ]
I'm just concerned your time is focused less on the skylight and more on finding girls to muse your time. Think you're running out of those, though.
[ Look... she's not sure what's going on, but she can't be sure. Either way, Elizabeth lowers her shirt down and leans against the bar counter. ]
I have some remaining concealer in my apartment that you're welcome to have. Stuff runs a bit thin for my taste but could cover up some bitemarks.
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...Well, uh.
[ He pauses, since he's really surprised by how nice this is?? He wouldn't be nearly this nice about it, but that at least gets him to relax to some degree. ]
That... would probably be suspicious, right? Like, if we weren't about to go walk into a trial thing, sure, but... Might just be better to be h... onest... [ he sounds so reluctant about it though ]
:)
[ She seems a bit distant, but it's mainly because she's super not feeling good. Elizabeth isn't worried about his affairs - even if she has the sinking suspicion he's betrayed her. She doesn't want to. She's had enough of believing people turn on her in her life time.
She's sitting down carefully on the stool at the bar, tense with her form. ]
You lucked out - whoever got a bit overeager with their attacks spared a few people. Guess the scar was enough pity.