35 - Audio, Text - I'm too tired to use filters.

[ichoosefight]

[ Audio ]

I'm back. That means crisis averted, right? Or at least ended. Whatever. [ A groan. She sounds beat all to hell and exhausted. ]

Feel like I was hit by a bus... that tried to dissect me.

[ Steph fumbles tiredly with the communicator a little, finally getting it set on Video so you can see the infirmary and confirm that yes, she looks tired, but relatively healthy. She doesn't have that "I haven't slept in days" look that death-tollers have. She gives the camera a sleepy little smile before turning serious. ]

Hey, uh, has anybody seen my backpack? It's... sort of dark green, pretty average looking? I had it when I... whatever I did. Got hit by a metaphysical bus. Anyway, it didn't make it to the infirmary with me. Do we have a lost and found here? We should start a lost and found.

[ Private to Tim and Dick, added a little later ]

[ She dun goofed. But Tim asked her to let him know, and Dick should probably know too. So. Somebody looks tired and upset with herself! ]

In the future, if you can at all help it, don't let me use this thing until I've had coffee.


[ooc | Forward-dated to tomorrow because my memo-machine is broken ]

Comments

private.

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

I haven't. What's in it?

What happened, are you alright?

... also, could you do me a favour?

private.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Something very very important that should by no means fall into the wrong hands, much less the public eye? Also known as my suit. The utility belt is sitting quietly with my ruined clothes. Nice of them not to throw them away...

[ There's a pause as she tries to catch up with herself and re-evaluate the questions asked. ]

Sure, whatever you need, and...

You remember how Tirion said not to touch the sword?

Re: private.

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

...Oh. I really wish I could help. But that comes in to my favour-asking.

As I am kind of confined to... myself right now. Long story. If my inmate needs anything, could you... well, I was going to ask if you could help her out, but if you're ill or something, that's alright. I just didn't want to rely on Sveta when she's busy.

You touched the sword, didn't you?

Re: private.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

I didn't touch the sword! I was very careful not to touch the sword. It was really more a matter of not letting the sword touch me.

I think I've got stitches. [ She pulls at the bandages on her chest just under the screen, trying to see. ]

Yeah, it looks like I've got stitches. I must've been out for at least a day or two, though, right? I should probably be able to move around.

Re: private.

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

Ah. So... he stabbed you?

[Howie grimaces a little. He looks tired, but perfectly healthy and just a bit bored.]

I'd be careful. At least ask someone first.

reaction 1/2

[maskurbates]

[...she's dead. And talking about being dissected, heh heh...we're both dead and stuck in prison together, how exciting...NO. Hallucination. It's just part of the elaborate conspiracy. Barge my ass. This is Arkham and I'm actually lying strapped down in the medical ward being pumped full of drugs and this is the result and holy fucking shit this is the most real hallucination I've ever had. Wonder where they got the funding...]

video

[maskurbates]

Long time no see, pretty-pretty, and, my, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Did somebody try to hurt you?

video

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ She knew she was forgetting something. This is what she gets for using her communicator when she's this zonked out. The thing goes flying, either because her hand slipped or she inadvertently threw it, and it lands next to her bed face down. Either way, she must've bent the wrong way because: ]

OW OW CRAP OW STITCHES OW.

video

[maskurbates]

[A chuckle.]

Oh, how I've missed that sound. Brings back some memories, don't it?

voice

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

Thanks to you, we're probably the most infirmary-prone warden and inmate pair.

voice

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

How is that my fault?

voice

[givemeafight.livejournal.com]

You're in the infirmary again! I don't know, couldn't you have kicked whoever's ass that did this to you?

voice

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Totally! If I didn't have my soul sucked out the second he touched me with that stupid sword.

Ow, by the way.

private.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

...not THE backpack...right?

private.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Maybe...

private.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Sorta...

private.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Re: private.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[drops her head back and groans.] Stephaniiiieeee.

[Picks head back up.] Should I go hunting for it??

private.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

What? He knocked me out. I don't even know who brought me here.

Could you? I'd do it myself, but I've got stitches to worry about.

[bybloodandhonor.livejournal.com]

Ended for the most part I think, and no sword to worry about anymore.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ooc | okay, cool. We'll make-believe, we're good at that. ]

Good. Let's make sure it never happens again, because let me tell you, I've been shot in the head before and it didn't give me this bad a headache.

[Private]

[peektuttut]

[Well. Fuck.] Is someone in the infirmary with you?

[Private]

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Like a bajillion sick people and some doctors.

[Private]

[peektuttut]

Someone who isn't busy and can watch for him. [By which he means, protect you.]

[Private]

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

I'm not staying here.