backdated to sunday evening. ish.

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[so! after this very educational experience in which we all learn that when a little girl demands that you tell her she's pretty, you tell her she's pretty, it's starting to get dark outside. nevermind that a certain someone is quite pinned down. ... literally.]

[FINALLY HANDLIN' FALLOUT FROM ROAD'S PREINTRO like a boss. if you want to tag in,

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[a bit of time passes and he lays there, not really moving much. his eyes shift over to the spikes again, and he winces as he tries to actually move one of his hands just a smidgen. there's blood, but not much yet - although that would be a different story were one of the spikes to come out. he continues to lay there, staring back up contemplatively; at least, as much as one can when there's searing pain.]

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[and after a moment, he begins to cautiously move the lower half of his body. after determining that he can, in fact, do that without causing further harm to himself or risking having the spikes get knocked out, he shifts it towards his pinned right hand until he's able to somewhat get into the pocket with his thumb. and after a couple awkward attempts, he manages to knock his cellphone out of his pocket, letting it land down on the ground next to his hand. the next couple of minutes are spent trying to work the phone open with his thumb and index finger - success.

he presses a button or two until he manages to set off his cell phone alarm continuously - "Under Pressure," thank you very much - then pushes the phone away as best as he can with just a thumb and lays his head back against the ground again, just waiting. and potentially distracting himself from the pain with something infinitely more painful.]

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[starts humming songs by Katy Perry.]

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[much, MUCH later, after roofietea and everything related to it, Jesse finally starts to stir. he groans a bit and shifts, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position as best as he can.]

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[HAVING BEEN BROUGHT BY TEITO, one assumes, is sat in a chair by Jesse's bed, just ... watching him pensively. Has probably been sat there for a while, in fact. She jolts back out of staring into space when he sits up.]

... hey.

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[freezes up at the sound of her voice and then turns his head over towards her, looking slightly confused.]

... Rachel?

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[attempts a smile, leaning forward toward him in the chair.]

Of course. You asked for me, didn't you?

[THE 07-GHOST CABIN, AT SOME APPROPRIATE TIME AFTER THE INCIDENT]

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[there is a knock. it's very loud. it's more like a pound, really. or potentially some guy trying to put his fist through the door.]

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[FINALLY UP AND ABOUT, sort of. or at least, attempting to down a piece of toast. it is only quasi-successful, since he has nibbled an entire corner of the toast. at the knock, he looks up and heads towards the door slowly. ... and then eyes the doorknobs. and jiiiis at it for a second, looking at it, then at his hand. then back at it.

and then leans over carefully and opens the door with his elbow.]

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HIIT'SMEFINNIHEARD--

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HI.

[AND EVEN LATER . . .]

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[sits on the edge of his bed, now HALFWAY DONE with his toast. holy shit, guys.]

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[knock knock!]

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[... goes to open the door with his elbow again.]

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I brought pills! And a slushie. White cherry. I drank a little.