After the game

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Who: Malakim, visitors
When: Day 1, Post-game
Where: Dorms
What: What do you even do for a broken arm?

[Figures out how to open the door again and then slams it closed behind his teammates when everyone's in. He stalks off to go look for — you know what? I don't even know what you need for a broken arm.]

[Just going to RUMMAGE LOUDLY through whatever is in the bathroom.]

Comments

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[sits down and starts tenatively moving his broken arm. Surprisingly, it doesn't seem as broken as it was before.]

Hey, what's the hub-bub? Bub.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Calling from the bathroom:]

Take a guess.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah, but at least we got memories back. I mean, that angel lady was kind of a jerk, but we still won.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Take another guess.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Is it the arm breaking thing? Cause I got better...

[waves his broken arm about.]

Ow. Still not quite healed back up yet.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Coming out of bathroom, with a whole lot of nothing, which is what he found that was useful.]

Quit moving it!

[dishonestliving]

['sup guess who is in your house]

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Oh, hey there. Your friend was a bit rough, but it all works out in the end.

[waves with his broken arm. It definitely seems less broken then in the arena.]

[dishonestliving]

[she winces either way]

Look, sorr-- Hey, flapping it all around isn't going to be helping very much.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Huh? Oh, it's okay. I can regenerate wounds. It'll take a bit, but it'll be right as rain.

[Sits up.]

So what brings you here?

[dishonestliving]

We-- Well, my teammate broke your arm, granted, after you'd already broken it, which really wasn't a very smart move, by the way, but--

...Anyway, just wanted to check in.

[dishonestliving]

[...knock...ing...]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[From inside:]

What?

[dishonestliving]

[a breath]

Um...it's me, I just wanted to see how you all were doing...

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[No one answers for a couple of beats. Then he opens the door.]

About how you'd expect.

[dishonestliving]

That good, huh...

How's Chum's arm?

[phonyphanty]

[Putting on his hat]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[I can't even handle you right now. Just giving you this look.]

[phonyphanty]

[Ignoring that look, he grows half a foot and way more than a half a foot of hair.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Wh... what.]

[phonyphanty]

[snickers]

Did I surprise you, 'brother'?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

So, I get the feeling that you and I have a better handle on what is necessary coming up in these challenges then our other team-mate.

Why do you look like him now, anyway? Before, you looked like me, now you look like him. Can you look like anyone, or just us two?

[phonyphanty]

[Changes into another guy right there on the spot]

I can look like anyone.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

That...is a useful talent. Can you change your tattoo? So you could potentially enter the other teams rooms?

[phonyphanty]

[He gives the tattoo a good stare, making the skin around it ripple and change, but the tattoo itself stays firmly in place.]

...Apparently not.