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[mightymorbid]

[The post opens with the sound of MANY MANY things crashing around, and an oddly angled view of Mozenrath collapsing against what appears to be the back wall of the broom closet comes into view. There are no shelves on the walls above him as there once were, and he's staring fixated at the door somewhere ahead of him, eyes wide. He reaches up to

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[can_has_vodka]

Be right there--[rattle crash thump] Hold tight! Don't you come out until I knock on that door and give you an all-clear!

[She focuses hard on the hall immediately outside his room, expecting the door to be either open or smashed in. She wants a look into the room before she goes ahead with her plan. 'Port in, let them grab her, 'port out about a hundred feet above the deck, and pop back in. She's going to be exhausted after all this bouncing about, but it's Mozenrath.]

[She makes the first jump.]

[bargemods]

[And on 'seeing' her -- one cannot imagine how some have, but it seems others have clawed or "cut" slits into their faces to reveal bulging, lidless eyes and blood-capped, lipless mouths -- there is a collective screech, and they hurtle in her direction]

[can_has_vodka]

[There are so many! She knows it will take several trips and possibly several wounds to clear them all out. But her options are limited. She spreads her arms , standing her ground, lets them grab her and pull her into their midst.] Hold on Mozenrath! I'm here now! Just stay in there and hold tight!

[Second jump. High in the ashy air, in the midst of a small clot of monsters. They have her; for a moment she is vulnerable. But then, likely bleeding, she makes the third jump.]

[bargemods]

[There are multiple passes that must be taken before that common room is clear. Each time they're dropped, they fall screaming but then seem to be swallowed into nothing, blinking out of existence.]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady has bites on her arms and scratches all over, her dress is torn and she has to catch her breath a minute. She sees blood smears on part of the carpet and investigates--then winces and looks away.]

Mozenrath! [She knocks somewhat weakly on the closet door.] Come out so I can port us back to safety!

[mightymorbid]

[He pulls himself up but he loses his balance with a dizzy spell. He's only been bitten a few times but a particularly big one on his side has lost a lot of blood. He uses his magic to pull the objects away from the door, enough for him to pull it open and climb over the debris. He stumbles out into the common room.]

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady hurries forward to help him. First to her rooms, she decides, and then a call out to the doctors. There is no time to make the call here; more might swarm through the open door any minute.]

We'll pop to my place first. I'll get you first aid and call a medic. Here...hang on to me and we'll go on three. One...two....

[mightymorbid]

[Mozenrath places a hand on her shoulder to steady himself, but that's the most he'll do as far as hanging on.]

[can_has_vodka]

[She focuses very hard...and lands them next to her couch, which is good because she almost immediately finds herself leaning heavily on one arm of it.]

Ooo...ouch...

[Then she looks at him and forces herself to move again, heading for her closet for a clean t-shirt to tear up and press to that seeping wound.]

[mightymorbid]

[Mozenrath hisses in pain and settles down then -- more like collapses. His limbs just don't want to be upright at the moment.]

[can_has_vodka]

[She makes a packet of the cloth and gives it to him to press to his side wound while she pulls out her communicator and makes a hasty message.]

[mightymorbid]

[He starts to smooth away his own robes to better address the injury himself and winces.]

I need a mirror.

[It's too close to his back; he can't look at it]

[can_has_vodka]

[She hurries into her bedroom and grabs her head-shaving mirror off her vanity, and brings it to him.]

Here. Careful of twisting round too much.

[mightymorbid]

[He's at present sitting on the floor trying to get a good look at that, and finding nothing for it, he just presses the cloth to it, ignoring the still open wound on his left arm for the moment. It's not so bad. In fact he's barely paying attention to it anymore. He considers briefly using his magic to burn them shut, but that sounds a bit extreme even to him.]

[can_has_vodka]

We'll have you under a doctor's hands soon and then you can rest here for the remainder. I have water, food...and wind-up lights if the power goes out. It will be fine.

But meanwhile I just need you to stay calm and stay awake. All right?

[mightymorbid]

[He sits back against the side of the couch, eyes lidded.]

Don't like Doctors. [He's tired :| Closing his eyes sounds like a great idea] Martha. I guess Martha can -- [ugggggh] What am I doing again?