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.]

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[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Cause I didn't.

I'm going with Rusty.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Rusty.

[Grins.]

So you do have a sense of humor.

[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]

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?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

It's not about what good it'll do.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Okay, then to what purpose? Fighting against these people isn't going to suddenly give us our memories back.

Sometimes, you gotta know when to hold them, know when to fold them. Know when to walk away, and know when to run.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

So, what? I should've shut up and let her think telling us to do that's okay?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[Shrugs.]

For now. Better for her to think us meek and compliant then for her to be on guard against us.

Sometimes it is better to let your enemies think less of you, that way you can surprise them. In the end, it doesn't matter what they thought about you. They'll be dead.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Giving you a long looking-over.]

...then you agree. She's the enemy.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Oh without a doubt. Her and that Metatron fella.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Well that's better than nothing. :|]

You still shouldn't have rolled over so fast.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[shrugs]

Better for them to think me an amiable clown. That way if I need to start back stabbing, no one sees it coming.

[Gets up, goes into his room. Yells out at you.]

Hey, do you have any spare cloth I can borrow?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Looking after you for a long minute.]

...depends. What do you need it for?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

I'm trying to make a thing. Something to cover my face. It won't be perfect, but it'll work. I think I have enough in here to kind of...

[You hear some cloth ripping.]

Whoops...

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Coming in to see what the hell you're doing.]

You really want to cover it?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah, I really do.

[As you enter, you see that he has some clothing torn up and wrapped around his face. It functions as a very crude, makeshift mask, but it essentially covers his face pretty well for what it is.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Looks like he wants to say something, but in the end he shrugs. Picking his battles, maybe.]

I got some extra clothes in the room I woke up in.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah, so did I. I was able to make do with what I had.

[you notice his arm is still in the sling you put on him, btw. He also seems to not be moving it around as much as he was before.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Thank God for small favors.]

Not bad. You just tie it on?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah. I'm going to keep looking around until I can find a better one, but for now I think this will work well enough.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Can you see okay?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah, I made little eye holes and everything.

[Looks around and sits down on his bunk.]

So it looks like my arm is going to be out of it for a couple of days. At least, if my regeneration works like I think it does. Sorry for being non-chalant about it earlier. I just wasn't sure with Autumn in our room if she should know how bad my arm was hurt.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

You had me going there, too.

[A beat.]

How bad is it? Should I start looking for some kinda splint?