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[hasstandards]

With his now-working hand, some pained groans, and a lot of wiggling, RED managed to get himself out of that hoodie with the dog ears and give himself as proper a washing as he could muster with a cast on one arm. Even the man who threw Jarate had a point where he felt dirty, and he had reached it. Once out of the bathroom, he found the room he'd

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[prpl_assistant]

[private][text]

I haven't been able to contact the Medic these days, unfortunately. Is there anything I can do for you?

[audio]

[hasstandards]

Unless you can put an elevator in his building, no. Probably not.

[Private][Text] all the way

[prpl_assistant]

That's unfortunate. What floor do you live on?

[audio] Same, as someone can't work text to save his life.

[hasstandards]

The second, apparently.

[prpl_assistant]

Do you want me to set up the ground floor for you then? At the very least, you would be able to go outside every now and then. A change of scenery would do you good.

[hasstandards]

I could go outside just fine if I could get down the stairs.

[prpl_assistant]

I'll come over.

[And that's the end of her text messages, because no matter what you say Sniper she's going to be heading to the RED base.)

[hasstandards]

You really don't need to do that. Unless you've got a lift in that dress of yours, I doubt there's much to be done.

[And when he gets no response...]

Hello? Miss Pauling?

[He hangs up, assuming she's coming over and hoping the downstairs door is unlocked. What is it with women and not listening?]

[prpl_assistant]

[Doesn't matter that the door is unlocked. She just picks it open. The things you learn to do when you're the Assistant. She goes up the stairs and knocks on the door.]

Sniper? Can I come in?

[hasstandards]

[Sniper is still sitting on the edge of Pyro's bed, trying to figure out how to call Miss Pauling back. He'd bash the phone a few times, but that'd probably just put out another call to everyone. His eyes trail to the door at the knocking. Well, too late anyway. He sighs.]

Right. Come on.

Are we supposed to type in prose-form?

[prpl_assistant]

Are you feeling better Sniper?

(She thinks he looks slightly better than the miserable figure in the hospital that she saw a while ago. Still, yet another hoodie with dog ears? The poor RED will never forget this humiliation.)

We can [action] tag it out, if you'd prefer. I'm an anything goes sort of person. :D

[hasstandards]

A little. At least I got one of my hands working again.

[He holds up his right hand and flexes his fingers to show his capability.]

The other hand is alright- s'just the elbow that's busted. And I'm told to keep off my knee as much as possible.

Thanks, I just don't have the time to think of prose these days...

[prpl_assistant]

(She makes quick notes about his injuries in her head as he explains them. The knee definitely explains why he can't go down the stair case.)

It's good that you're getting better. Are you on any medication?

No prob! Whatever is easiest for you. :)

[hasstandards]

A bit of pain stuff they sent home with me, and some sleeping aid a girl who claims she's part dog gave me. And no, that's not the drugs talkin'.

Thanks!

[prpl_assistant]

Don't worry, I believe you. I've heard there are talking animals here, though I have yet to meet any of them. If that's possible, than a girl who's part canine is entirely plausible.

Anyway, have you taken your pain killers? It won't be easy getting you down the staircase, even with them.

[hasstandards]

[He looks away for a moment.]

Not today. I wasn't feelin' all that bad, and they mess with my head.