TWENTY-THREE-POINT-FIVE : Didn't I tell you not to go out, didn't I?

[wristsniper]

[Hi Mayfield! Guess who left bloody tracks all over the streets? Feel free to notice and comment.

She made it home, barely. And she sounds half-dead.

Backdated to Sunday.]

[Filtered AWAY from children]
I need a doctor. A magical one, I think.

Comments

[muffled_noises]

The fuck happened?

[wristsniper]

[She shifts the phone around a bit. It was very hard to do this in the first place.]

Kimbley.

I can't use my hands.

[muffled_noises]

...

I'll fucking kill him.

[wristsniper]

I'm not going to stop you.

[hop_toit_udonge]

You think?

What happened?

[wristsniper]

Two knives, one serrated, through my hands. And he broke my thumb.

Tendons, bones, I don't know what else but I'm bleeding profusely.

Eirin, I can't use my hands.

[hop_toit_udonge]

... What's your location?

[wristsniper]

Home.

He ordered me to come back.

[buildstherobots]

[Dist comes home, looking very much the worse for wear, and just... blinks at all of the blood. He follows the trail, somewhat hesitantly, until he finds Olivier, far worse off than he is.]

My god, what happened?

[wristsniper]

[Weakly.]

Someone from back home doesn't want to go back, I think.

[buildstherobots]

Why would he attack you over that?

[He starts going through the cabinets in search of first-aid supplies.]

[wristsniper]

He's insane. And I may have nicked him on Mother's Day.

[She rests her head on the table--generally a bad idea.]

[kleinefurstin]

[Liechty is home, just wtf-ing over the fact that her house smells like cleaning chemicals and that there are marks in the kitchen table

oh, and the blood on the sidewalk doesn't help]

[wristsniper]

[SORRY ABOUT THAT.]

[rogue_crow]

Olivier? [He sounds alarmed.]

[wristsniper]

Shit--how many people heard this? I couldn't dial properly.

[rogue_crow]

That sounds like the least of your problems. What happened?

[wristsniper]

Kimbley decided I didn't need hands.