Lay down your life for what you are...

[onebadeye]

It seems like whatever's going on around here is contagious. And adding some really really... not good complications. Case in point: the tan and silver Spartan stumbling out of that portal over there. It's not the one he usually uses, and he hasn't PINpointed in. He's struggling to yank his helmet off at the moment. Okay, now why did he just throw

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[not_teal]

"Yeah, after a while but I kinda stopped asking," Tucker appears with Junior - a testament to the fact the universe hates him and everyone else inhabiting it.

"Dude, you look like shit," he observes, not unkindly. "Dee's gone? maybe he just stepped out for while - everyone needs some fresh air once in a while..."

[onebadeye]

Hey, it's Junior! At least the kid's still in one piece. If kind of freakishly wrong and ick. "T-tell me about it, Tucker." York laughs in the nervous, 'about to lose my shit' way.

"I-I woke up and everyone was gone and my chest hurt." He points at the holes in his armor. "You don't wanna see what it looks like under there," he adds. "Either A-Allison took Dee with her or the armor... deleted him."

[not_teal]

Junior is a hideous, ungodly symbol of Status Quo. He regards York in the same way a circling buzzard would regard a lone man crawling through the desert (It's only natural).

"Hey, I'm no medic - so I'd better qualified to make a diagnosis, anyway - but I figure we can rule out my first guess that it's Asian Bird Flu... unless it was a very persistent bird." He points at the bullet holes. "You should probably get that checked out - by a real doctor, I mean."

Listening to the last part, he replies, "What after she shot you?" He holds up a hand to forestall the inevitable protest. "C'mon, it's Tex. But anyways... that'd only happen if you were probably going to die, right? I mean, isn't that why O'Malley jumped ship from Tex the first time?" Tucker making a connection between an old plot point and a more recent one?

...That'll never happen again, we promise.

[onebadeye]

He looks down at the bullet holes. Then back up at Tucker and Junior. "Uhm... a-a doctor's not gona be of much use at this point, Tucker. It's not pretty." The analogy regarding Junior eyeing York may be apt. If the man in the desert were already dead.

"What? No, Tex didn't shoot me. Reggie- Wyoming did." He scowls darkly at the memory. "Her gun jammed, we were scattering, and then he shot me. Dee knocked me out and when I came to..." The rest, he already said eariler. Bad day, huh?

"Uhm... Tucker, is it possible for a dead man to come here?"

[not_teal]

"They could... make it pretty? Clean it up a little, at least." He interrupts with, "Wait- Tex was temporarily unable to shoot anyone? Wow."

He has to think about this. "I guess it could happen, yeah? I mean, you get people coming thinking they were dead, all covered in their own blood and making a big dramatic scene and they remember dying or they're a zombie or..." He quickly adds. "You can't have my brainmeats. Just in case you were hungering for some."