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

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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 ]

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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.

More like tried to slice me in half and stole my soul in the process, but you get the point.

I've had stitches before, it's not that big a deal. I'll help as much as I can.

...Did you die? I'm sorry, that was probably insensitive and I'm sure I've been desensitised by the past few days.

Thanks. I don't think it should be a problem, it's just... cautionary.

Considering I distinctly remember trying to get out of... wherever I was and I'm pretty sure that's not what heaven, hell, or limbo looks like, I feel like I probably didn't. Hard to say, though.

If nothing else, I can always ask Tim or Dick to help out.

...my theological curiosity is getting the better of me, but I don't think I should ask.

Thanks, anyway.

[long pause]

Is that him?

I'll nip it in the bud and sum it up as really boring. I think the sword was trying to eat me or something.

[ An equally if not longer long pause. ]

So much for keeping my head down.

...That sounds horrific.

[Another big ol' long pause]

Are you alright?

[ Frankly: ] No.

...I wish there was more I could do from here.

Try not to rise his bait.

If he comes in here I swear to God I'll do it this time.

He won't. well, unless he's hurt but... Talk to... Una and Data, I think they were defending the infirmary earlier, they should be able to help.

I will. And I'm going back to my room as soon as I can walk. I don't care how many stitches I pop, I'm not staying here.

...Really, don't get yourself hurt. Please.

I've had worse.

And so have I. Doesn't mean we should be reckless and...

Okay, so I don't always follow those rules either.

You're talking to a teen vigilante. Those were the first rules I dropped.

And you're talking to a policeman. They tend to be the ones we hang on to.

...sometimes, we're a bit stupid, I'll give you that.

My staff was cut in half and batarangs would be a dead giveaway. I'm not staying here. I don't care who's watching out for me.

Except, what happens when you go out there and possibly catch whatever this is that I've ...might have got. Because you're kind of stitched up and not really disease proof.

You've also lost a significant means of defending yourself, right?

I'm not blaming you for not wanting to stay here. But it might be more dangerous not here.

Then what better place to be than away from any sick people? I'm more likely to hurt myself sitting around here. At least in my room I won't feel the need to pace or throw things.

Any seriously contagious sick people aren't actually going to be anywhere you can catch something.

I just worry about what might happen between here and there.

At least take someone with you.

Fine. I'll ask someone to walk me back. It's just one floor down, anyway.

It's just in case those stitches are... not as well healed as you think.

I'd pinky promise I'll be careful, but I'm afraid you'll ask me to take a stretcher to find you.

And, apparently, I'm possibly highly contagious, so that'd only make things worse.

I'm not trying to be insanely protective or anything, but I've spent about three days out in those corridors with death, destruction, insane creatures that belong in Tolkien or something, and... some kind of highly communicable disease. It's not the sort of place I fancy anyone taking risks.

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