Sixtieth Cross [Voice]

[ys_cant_die]

Ow... shit...

[There's a dull slamming, like a person slamming against a hard surface. Cecil grunts. It happens again... no luck.]

...damn it.

The water's just not warm enough here...

[There's a sigh.]

...is anyone in Marshall capable of treating frostbite?

Comments

[nomnomguts]

Goodness, what have you done now?

[ys_cant_die]

Frostbite, that's all.

[nomnomguts]

[Human problems, she just doesn't know them.] That certainly doesn't sound like a good thing.

[ys_cant_die]

No, it isn't.

[nomnomguts]

How very careless of you. Will you be all right~? [aka will one of my allies be incopacitated?]

[ys_cant_die]

I'll be just fine.

[nomnomguts]

Just what has been happening in the apartments? It all seems-- oh, really quite terrible!

[ys_cant_die]

Ours... pipes busted. We've got a bit of an ice problem, cold... but there's a fire downstairs.

[nomnomguts]

That's unfortunate. [Said conversationally, and not even really... trying to pretend she means it.] I suppose it is just as well I've been confined to the hospital.