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.

[dishonestliving]

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

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Take another guess.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[From inside:]

What?

[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]

[a breath]

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

[phonyphanty]

[Putting on his hat]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

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

About how you'd expect.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

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

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

It'll be fine, stop worrying. Though I have to say, I think that angel lady cheated. Cause I totally should have won that. I broke an arm first.

[dishonestliving]

That good, huh...

How's Chum's arm?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

It has nothing to do with that, you idiot.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Broken.

[He leaves the door open and turns to go back in. An invitation to see for yourself, maybe?]

[phonyphanty]

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

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Then what's the problem?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Wh... what.]

[dishonestliving]

[okay

okay i can do that]

[dishonestliving]

['sup guess who is in your house]

[phonyphanty]

[snickers]

Did I surprise you, 'brother'?

[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.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Disappears into the bedroom, where he's rummaging around loudly for useful anything still.]

What the hell are you supposed to do to take care of a broken arm, anyway?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

The problem is your arm's broken.