40th Drink [Audio//Open Commentlog]

[pimp_hat]

[Kevas wakes in a cot with an awful groan. Not since he fought his father has he felt this level of exhaustion and pain. Any attempt to move is halted by a spike of searing pain. Kevas does his best to ignore it if only to grab his communicator. He needs to know what's going on.]

Please tell me dat we made it.

[He's in so much pain that he fails

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[salamandher]

Yeah. We did.

[The emphasis shouldn't need any explanation, she doesn't think.]

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[pimp_hat]

[It shouldn't but it might seeing how the troll is in a bit of a fog right now.]

Dat don't sound good.

[Already Kevas is thinking about anything that could have gone horribly wrong.]

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[salamandher]

That's because it's not.

[Pause.]

... Are you hurt?

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[pimp_hat]

Dat be puttin' it lightly.

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[thequeensown]

[Talia sounds perhaps the most exhausted and worn down she ever has since boarding this damn boat, but it's mostly due to her having refused to sleep for more than a few minutes here and there .. and that only because she drifted off.]

We've made it another day ..

[At the latter her voice becomes concerned, although she is very much in need of the same. Nothing a good run of several dozen stitches and medical gauze wouldn't do to help.]

Would that I could get to you, Kevas .. but it seems we're in quarantine of some fashion on another deck.

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[pimp_hat]

What? Why? Are joo alright?

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[thequeensown]

[Talia leans back against the wall next to Vanyel's cot, perfectly willing to stay there forever for all the effort she could put into moving just now.]

I've little more than conjecture and word of mouth to go on, Kevas, but I've a mind that it's to do with the box shards. I believe the similarity is that those of us here were all hit by them when it exploded. [She's studying the red whorls she can see on her arm, the one on her sternum area more difficult to see.] The shards left behind marks .. damnable Captain drenched us in more of that vile blue liquid before dumping us in here.

[Nothing about personal injuries, but then who wasn't cut up by those bloody birds?]

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[pimp_hat]

Joo know what deck joo be on?

[By the Loa he'll drag himself there if he has to, of course he'll probably pass out again before he even reaches the steps.]

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[wolvesxeyes]

[Sarea's a light sleeper, usually, especially when she's sitting on the ground leaning against a cot while doing so. So when Kevas wakes up and moves around, so does she, blinking weary eyes before looking up and almost snapping awake.]

Hey, you're awake.

[She gets to her feet with a wince, vaguely noticing that the human thing has worn off. It's not important; he got beat up a lot worse then her.]

Anything bleeding? You took a lot of damage last night.

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[pimp_hat]

[Kevas strains to lift his head in an attempt to give himself a quick glance. It's only then that Kevas realizes that he's a troll again. Probably one of the reasons he survived the night. His clothing, offering no protection against the cardinal's talons, are now rags. Most of the blood is gone having been washed off when the sprinklers turned on. As for any real injuries, Kevas can't tell. He can't even move much less examine himself, and the pain is too spread out for him to localize it.]

Can't even tell. Everytin' be hurtin'.

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[wolvesxeyes]

Yeah, you got beat up pretty badly. But, hey, coulda been worse, right?

[Wolf tries to crack a grin and fails miserably, glancing over him quickly, her nose wrinkled from the acidic scent of the blood.]

Just don't try t'move to much, okay? I'll find some bandages and other shit and try'n patch you up somewhat.

[Wolf's glancing around for said things as she speaks, heading straight for them when she spots the supplies. Best to stop any wounds that are still bleeding quickly.]

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[pimp_hat]

Guess joo be right. Dey coulda get my hat.

[Now that would be a real tragedy.]

I'll just be here den, hopin' I don't get an itch.

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[entirelybonkers]

[She sounds utterly beaten.]

Kevas...?

Where...are you?

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[pimp_hat]

[He doesn't sound any better>]

Same deck wid all da cots.

[Whichever one that is. He didn't exactly think about where he was before passing out last night.]

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[entirelybonkers]

[Kevas they both have cots.]

I would very much like to find you now, if that's at all possible.

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[pimp_hat]

[Hey cut him some slack. He's not really sure what's going on anymore.

The troll lifts his head and tries to get his bearings before settling back down.]

Be lookin' like seventeen.