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

[phonyphanty]

Do I what?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Sure, I promise. So was your memory as weird as mine?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

...dunno. I've been busy trying to find something for some moron's broken arm.

Give it here.

[Brandishes a pillow case at you.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Do you. Be you.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[Holds out his arm. It's pretty much mostly healed.]

Here you go.

[phonyphanty]

. . .

I shall do no such thing.

[dishonestliving]

It's music, with a syncopated beat, [she counts one off, one-AND-two-AND] orchestrated with trumpet and piano and drums and string bass and sometimes more, and some songs are fast and frantic and you can dance to them, though other songs are slow and romantic. My brothers didn't let me dance to those ones, though.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

What the hell kind of show was that?

"Break an arm"?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Well, you're getting a sling on it anyway.]

[It is a shitty sling. I hope you're happy.]

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Sounds like that is a very nice memory. Mine mostly involves fat, sweaty men.

[shudders.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Why not?

[phonyphanty]

Hmph! I am not here to perform for your amusement!

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[grins and sits back down.]

Thank you. So what nickname did you pick? I don't remember you mentioning it in the arena.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

You don't think it's a little weird, that no one's even seen who they're taking to?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Cause I didn't.

I'm going with Rusty.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Rusty.

[Grins.]

So you do have a sense of humor.

[phonyphanty]

I hardly see why that should matter.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Thought you said your name was important. How's this any different?

It's your face.

[phonyphanty]

I said that because it was the "right" response. Neither my name nor my face truly matter.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

When there's something worth laughing about.

You're still way too happy right now.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Why not be happy? It beats being sad. Besides, I got a memory back. So I'd put today in the win category.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

What do you mean the right response?

[phonyphanty]

The normal response. The response you wanted to hear. On a whim, I thought I might try and humor you.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

You got a memory back, but we woke up without any. We're stuck in a fake city, and there's a wing-and-meat monster directing a play with broken limbs.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yes, the whole thing is unsettling. But what good will brooding or being unhappy do?