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exsiliumlogs2012-02-19 11:57 pm
armistyx) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-02-19 11:57 pm
all the queen's doctors
Date & Time: Backdated to late evening, 2/12, after the events of this log
Location: Unit 204
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith ), John Watson (assist ), Problem Sleuth (armistyx )
Summary: Two drunken idiots need to be, quite literally, put back together.
Warnings: None so far.
It's a long walk back to the apartments, and Bariyan won't stop giggling. Sleuth still feels sick as hell; at this point, it's probably just the gin in his gut, but all the same he wants another drink. There's a stab of annoyance (no, bad phrase) that Bariyan kept his flask. And then a much larger stab of guilt.
Christ. He hopes they can put the arm back on. He'll feel like a real cock if they can't. This sure as hell won't make him look like a team player, either, cutting off a guy's arm his third night here. Sleuth rubs an eye with the butt of his palm and leaves another smear of blood on his brow; his hand's done bleeding, mostly, but he can't stop fidgeting.
Neither he nor Bariyan knows which room the doctor's in, so Sleuth hits up that robot kid in 203. He's half asleep, and he's got no idea.
"Damn," Sleuth says once the door's closed. He gives Bariyan an apologetic look. "Let's just canvass the hall."
He's not carrying the arm, so Sleuth figures he's in charge of knocking. It's damn late; he won't be making any friends tonight. He raises his hand and knocks hard on door 204.
Location: Unit 204
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (
stonefaith ), John Watson (assist ), Problem Sleuth (armistyx )Summary: Two drunken idiots need to be, quite literally, put back together.
Warnings: None so far.
It's a long walk back to the apartments, and Bariyan won't stop giggling. Sleuth still feels sick as hell; at this point, it's probably just the gin in his gut, but all the same he wants another drink. There's a stab of annoyance (no, bad phrase) that Bariyan kept his flask. And then a much larger stab of guilt.
Christ. He hopes they can put the arm back on. He'll feel like a real cock if they can't. This sure as hell won't make him look like a team player, either, cutting off a guy's arm his third night here. Sleuth rubs an eye with the butt of his palm and leaves another smear of blood on his brow; his hand's done bleeding, mostly, but he can't stop fidgeting.
Neither he nor Bariyan knows which room the doctor's in, so Sleuth hits up that robot kid in 203. He's half asleep, and he's got no idea.
"Damn," Sleuth says once the door's closed. He gives Bariyan an apologetic look. "Let's just canvass the hall."
He's not carrying the arm, so Sleuth figures he's in charge of knocking. It's damn late; he won't be making any friends tonight. He raises his hand and knocks hard on door 204.
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After looking through the peek hole, he likely wouldn't need it since he recognized Bariyan and relaxed the tension in his muscles slightly. Brows knitted together confusingly all the same, bringing his hand to rub at his face and over eyelids with a followed sigh. He was exhausted but no point in getting sleep right now anyways.
So he opened the door after unlocking it to open enough to look out, "Yes? Bariyan, hello, anything I can--" Then his eyes fall on the stranger of the two, to Bariyan and his cut off arm, as well as the all too familiar glazed over eyes and smell of alcohol on the drunks.
"..do for you." The last of the words trail off while he stares, by now he's got a crazy idea of what.