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[ let's hope your datapad volume wasn't up too high, because this broadcast begins with a startled shout of pain.]
Ow! Bloody... ow!! Go easy, would you? Christ!
[ the feed is lopsided and oddly-angled, but even if his face isn't visible, the annoyed, petulant voice definitely belongs to Arthur Pendragon. and right now he is quite literally being a sore loser. ]
Would you quit being a big baby? [Jo enters the picture now, a look of concentration on her face. She moves to stand to the side of Arthur, and her hands go to his arm, where she feels around for a few moments, her fingers working their way up to his shoulder.]
This is gonna hurt.
[Is all the warning he gets before she pops his arm back in socket.]
See? It wasn't that bad. You're just all pissy because you lost.
[ the sharp crack is accompanied by Arthur's foot kicking out, catching the datapad a glancing blow and giving a far better view of his face. Arthur's roar of pain becomes furious, garbled objections: ]
I am not-!!
It was hardly my loss, when you-
[ but then the shock kicks in and his eyes roll back in his head, and stops speaking all together. Jo vanishes for a moment, but quickly returns, holding a bottle. She hands it over to him, before reaching up to wipe at a bloody gash on her forehead.]
Here, this'll help. Drink up.
[She glances down at the blood on her sleeve and frowns at the sight of it.]
Next time you get the genius idea to try space jousting, we're gonna work out the details a whole lot better. [Yes, because this is all his fault and his terrible idea. ALL HIS. She's entirely innocent here.]
Me!?
[ Arthur revives somewhat at that, to glare. he tosses back the drink and pulls a face. not medicine, then. but it does serve to spread warmth back through his heavy limbs.]
Next time I'm going to know how to ride a swoop bike, and then, I promise you, the tables will turn.
[And with that, Jo reaches over to turn off the datpad, laughing as she does so.
Blue is Jo.
Red is Arthur.]
Ow! Bloody... ow!! Go easy, would you? Christ!
[ the feed is lopsided and oddly-angled, but even if his face isn't visible, the annoyed, petulant voice definitely belongs to Arthur Pendragon. and right now he is quite literally being a sore loser. ]
Would you quit being a big baby? [Jo enters the picture now, a look of concentration on her face. She moves to stand to the side of Arthur, and her hands go to his arm, where she feels around for a few moments, her fingers working their way up to his shoulder.]
This is gonna hurt.
[Is all the warning he gets before she pops his arm back in socket.]
See? It wasn't that bad. You're just all pissy because you lost.
[ the sharp crack is accompanied by Arthur's foot kicking out, catching the datapad a glancing blow and giving a far better view of his face. Arthur's roar of pain becomes furious, garbled objections: ]
I am not-!!
It was hardly my loss, when you-
[ but then the shock kicks in and his eyes roll back in his head, and stops speaking all together. Jo vanishes for a moment, but quickly returns, holding a bottle. She hands it over to him, before reaching up to wipe at a bloody gash on her forehead.]
Here, this'll help. Drink up.
[She glances down at the blood on her sleeve and frowns at the sight of it.]
Next time you get the genius idea to try space jousting, we're gonna work out the details a whole lot better. [Yes, because this is all his fault and his terrible idea. ALL HIS. She's entirely innocent here.]
Me!?
[ Arthur revives somewhat at that, to glare. he tosses back the drink and pulls a face. not medicine, then. but it does serve to spread warmth back through his heavy limbs.]
Next time I'm going to know how to ride a swoop bike, and then, I promise you, the tables will turn.
[And with that, Jo reaches over to turn off the datpad, laughing as she does so.
Blue is Jo.
Red is Arthur.]