Entry 8: Video, Text

[scentbombed]

[Angua has literally never been in this much pain in her life, and it probably shows. Oh, she's died before, but they were werewolf deaths -- easy, she's realizing now, compared to the real thing. She's in the infirmary, looking pale and strained, one arm wrapped around her stomach. She opens her mouth to speak... and then seems to realize the effort that would take and shakes her head, reaching out to switch to text instead. Hers is handwritten, so it comes slow and unsteady.]

who had me?

[Beat.] im not angry i wuld just like to know.

[Private to Ariadne, Stildyne, Buffy, Jon, all together]

did you make it?

did gost, jon?

Comments

Private

[umgekehrt]

No. But that's neither here nor there.

How're you.

Private

[scentbombed]

i feel like someone riped out my entest intset stomack.

Private

[umgekehrt]

That's going around. [His kneecap thinks it's been removed and his torso feels bruised and soft, but it's really his wrists and ankles that feel it.]

It'll wear off. Your first death toll?

Private

[scentbombed]

yes.

its not the first time ive died exacktly, but... yes.

Private

[umgekehrt]

The first three days are the worst. And the only medicine to do much is the habit forming stuff, or at least for me.

After a while you'll be able to feel it fade, though.

Private

[snownotstark]

We both survived.

You should rest.

Private

[scentbombed]

and when does the rest go away

Private

[scentbombed]

well done [This is maybe the least sarcastic she's ever been!]

Re: Private

[umgekehrt]

Seven days. But the last day or two are as good as healed, compared to how you feel now.

Private

[scentbombed]

[It's possible that's not what she meant by "the rest," but she accepts this.]

a fun exersise in patiense, then.

Re: Private

[umgekehrt]

Always is.

Private

[scentbombed]

how many times have you?

Re: Private

[umgekehrt]

This is the third. Worst, too.

Private

[scentbombed]

sorry.

Re: Private

[umgekehrt]

Likewise. [He means it.]

Private

[scentbombed]

how do you

[There's a pause; she can't figure out how to ask what she wants to. After a moment, she gives up.]

time to rest, maybe.

Re: Private

[umgekehrt]

[He wonders if he doesn't know what she means.]

Keeping busy. As soon as you can.

Private

[scentbombed]

i need a damn inmate. busy and i are not friends lateley. [Not that he's right, or anything.]

goodnite, stildyne.

Re: Private

[umgekehrt]

Rest well.

[19centconstable]

Oh, Captain. Is there anything I might get for you?

[Private | Text]

[slayage]

I made it. [Buffy is so so not okay. But she made it through alive.]

[scentbombed]

a blow to the head for prefererence.

[Private | Text]

[scentbombed]

good.

[19centconstable]

I don't think that would be terribly healthy right now. Or ever.

[scentbombed]

it would be nice to wake up and not