I want another head count, whose limbs are intact, whose aren't, yada yada yada.
And if I don't know you, I don't care if you're well, call a healer or hurry up with that suicide attempt, we can't wait forever. Well, I can, technically, but I don't want to.
When everyone's various and respective appendages are all back in their original orifices once more, we're all doing something to forget this incident. Because
some people seem to enjoy joking that I am some type of raging alcoholic, I'm not going to suggest the thing we do involve consuming copious amounts of fermented fruit and spud, but I will hint at it with fervor.
Checking my calendar... by the time everyone heals up to their 100% best again, factoring in broken bones and the occasional healing ninja/faerie, everyone should be once more fully ambulatory by early February. Ah, just in time for Lupercalia, cheers.
And, George, are you good and done with your Lazarus impression, yet?
[ooc I imagine that, during WWII, he spent a good amount of time in Switzerland |D Also,
ask me a kwestjun~!]