} 053 - [VIDEO] - mostly public, one private

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda's got her communicator set up on the itty little dining table in her cabin; she's sitting before it, one injured hand set very gently atop the other. It's nice to have someplace other than a shitty old bed to sit and broadcast from.]

Good thing the distraction worked. I didn't have enough time to build everything up to my standard--especially those fuckin' shotgun gauntlets. Recoil was a bitch.

[Her hands and arms are mottled the same horrible purple they've been for days.]

The bruises haven't faded. If it continues, I'll have to open up my forearms and evacuate the hematomas myself. Not my idea of a good time, but I'm responsible for someone else's safety now and I can't protect her when I'm all fucked up like this.

Anyway, I just wanna say...thanks. To the people who fought alongside me.


[PRIVATE TO LUA]

We need to talk. In person.

Today.

[Pause.]

You're not in trouble. I just need to say a few things.

Comments

[surrenders]

[ It's a lot longer than usual before she responds, and even as good as she is with makeup, it should be pretty clear she's not all right, though she hasn't looked physically all there for a couple weeks at least. ]

Couple things need to be said.

[ Tell her what to do, go ahead. ]

[creatingalegacy]

[Amanda peers carefully at her through the screen.]

You look...

[She almost finishes that with "like shit" but manages to hold back. This is kind of a delicate situation.]

You don't look well, Lua. Let's do this in my room, okay? I'll get you something to eat and drink.

Do you remember where my room is?

[surrenders]

[ Is that frustration when she twitches at that? No, it's not, it really isn't. (It is.) Her only response for a second is a hover of a nod, and when she finally speaks she tries to look thankful. ]

Now?

[creatingalegacy]

Yeah, if you can.

>> spam

[surrenders]

All right.

[ Even before she leaves the room, Lua's decided they're not talking about her except for the one thing she needs to say. When she finally makes it down to Amanda's, she can't decide whether to let herself in or wait - this is different, at least it is right now - but settles on a knock and a wait for another minute to plan. ]

[imaythrowuponyou]

Good god, just come down to the infirmary! [Do not preform surgery on yourself, Amanda. D:]

[creatingalegacy]

Why, so you can push painkillers on me? No thanks. I have all the equipment I need right here.

[imaythrowuponyou]

What the hell kind of operation do you think we're running? We're not gonna "push painkillers" on anyone.

[creatingalegacy]

I know doctors are too fuckin' happy to prescribe them.

Know what? You probably have my medical file there. Amanda Young. Look it up: I can't have narcotics. I'm a former drug addict.

[Private]

[yeahscience]

[Ffff he's still mad at her for no reason but--]

Hey, it's cool, seriously. They didn't give me nothing when I was up there.

[imaythrowuponyou]

That's fine. [He sounds a little flabbergasted, because srsly. :\] No offense, but it's not like you're the first recovering addict I've ever treated.

[Private] [Audio]

[lastmanstanding]

[His voice is tight. ]

...Days of self-surgery and personal sacrifice are over Amanda.

[He understands the impulse however. More then anything he understands the impulse but he wasn't doing anything noble or heroic or-those fucking-arm gauntlets...

He only saw bits and pieces of that fight but she did her thing well. And he hates her for it. Yet his voice is calm.]

...We don't have to do our own surgery.

[Private] [Audio]

[creatingalegacy]

I'm not letting anyone in the infirmary try to give me painkillers, alright?

[Private] [Audio]

[lastmanstanding]

[Hoffman is clearly struggling for a moment. then.]

...It's gonna get infected.

[The only reason his face hadn't gotten infected was because...because he didn't know how. What had been going through his head when that happened. It was a grim blur made up of only animal detail.]

I drank my way through three full bottles of whiskey when I had to sew up my face because I was so afraid that it'd get septic.

[The saddest part about this? Is he's trying to be helpful. What's worse is, he didn't catch his faux-pas until after the response was sent. Then there's a clatter-a noise. Something was thrown.]

[Private] [Audio]

[creatingalegacy]

Jesus fuckin' Christ, it wouldn't get infected!

You forget that I was basically a hospice nurse for three months, and that I've read every damn medical book I could get my hands on. Add the fact that I've cut open more people than some EMTs and there you go.

I know what I'm doing.

video

[trenchcoatedly]

Those are serious injuries. You should seek medical care.

video

[creatingalegacy]

I'm not worried about it. I'll go to the infirmary after I talk with Lua.

Re: video

[trenchcoatedly]

That's a good decision. Is the infirmary here well prepared?

Re: video

[creatingalegacy]

They treated me when I had flail chest, so yeah, they are.

[truth_is_cold]

It was indeed very tactically useful.

[creatingalegacy]

Thank you. I did what I could.

I think I'm gonna build a few things in advance this time, so if some wackjob takes over again I'll have a weapon that won't beat the hell out of me.

[truth_is_cold]

Please do. We could use a few quick traps that aren't entirely reliant on sensitive wiring. [So much approval.]

[creatingalegacy]

[She winces a tiny bit at the word choice.]

"Trap" has different connotations for me...

But yeah. I'll definitely make more devices.

[darknessb4me]

You held your own.

[This is an Arthas Compliment^TM]

[creatingalegacy]

So did you.

[This is Amanda, pretending she doesn't know that~]