11th Dog Watch: Written (List)/Action

[lists_to_port]

1) Clothing

2) Spyglass for spotting things

3) Rum.

4) Hat?

5) A small cat.

6) pie CAKE

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[After scrawling this list in his journal, Jack will flop back exhausted on his cot in the prison Clinic. He is clad only in one of these. There's a healing bruise on his jaw and the side of his face

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[i_speak_softly]

Which lake? Would not like to meet giant octopus while swimming.

[lists_to_port]

The big one. [Vague mun is vague.]

Don't worry, lad. I'm sure that when you're swimming, giant octopus meets you.

/threadjack because I feel like it 8|

[meanandgreen]

[He's been keeping an eye on you, ya freak of nature pirate. Figures you'd be around the clinic the same time they decide to blow themselves up on a whim. Lucky for Raph, he's not bedridden like his brother. The only evidence of their escapade is a pair of badly bruised shoulders.

He'd just went out for some air, and he comes back to Don looking at Jack like he's telling him horror stories. Raph does not approve. Beware the wrath of the overprotective big brother.]

He botherin' you, Donnie?

[i_speak_softly]

No. 'm - 'm bored, Ra-ph.

[He'll sketch another octopus, this time drawing in a little mutant turtle next to it.] How giant?

[lists_to_port]

Nah, bigger, lad. With bigger fire-red eyes and hot ash breath.

...

[To Raphael]: I'm not botherin' anyone anymore, am I?

[meanandgreen]

[Have a dubious look.] Just don't tire him out.

[He puts a hand on Don's shoulder, ignoring how awful the gesture makes his own feel.] I'm gonna go grab some ice. You need anything?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don makes the international gestures for 'a drink of water and some painkillers', then turns back to his journal.]

Sorry, not an artist.

[video]

[lists_to_port]

[Jack merely salutes Raphael over the video]

[video / action] <- OMG a lable

[meanandgreen]

[Raph just rolls his eyes at Don's journal and disappear again. But he'll be back, and he'll be watching.]

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don rests the journal on his legs, the pencil safely lying between the pages, and leans back against the pillows. He'd been hoping the concussion-related migraines were going away, but his head seems to be warming up for one more encore.]

[action]

[meanandgreen]

((Hope Sara doesn't mind us taking her thread over, 'cause Raph-muse totally can't leave it at that.))

[Raph returns shortly with his ice packs and Don's meds, frowning worriedly. He offers him the pill bottle and glass.]

You got that look again.

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

Ngh. [No kidding.]

[It takes him two tries to get the glass, but the pills go down easy. Small mercies.]

[action]

[meanandgreen]

[Raph puts his ice down on the adjacent bed, then reaches behind Don's the and draws the shades closed. Afterward he'll grab Don's journal, taking the pencil out to close it, and setting it on the nightstand, just out of reach.]

Try an' get some sleep. And no more talkin' on this thing.

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Whatever you say, Raph. Just - stay close, okay? He could use a familiar presence while the spike-wheeled tanks mash his brain into pulp.]

[action]

[meanandgreen]

[Don't worry, bro. He'll sit on the edge of your bed and ice down his shoulders 'til you feel better.]

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Some time later, Don wakes up and cautiously opens his eyes. His head is still pounding, but at least it's down to a dull roar. He works his tongue, and it feels a lot less leaden than it did earlier.]

[Hi, Raph. Did you nod off over there?]