Erin rests her head on the door. "...You tell me to go again and I'll go. But can I at least see if you're okay? I. Was there for a few friends checking out yesterday. It'd be...I...I would like to see that you're okay."
Erin looks her friend up and down. Dots connect in her head.
"...You went down, didn't you?" she asks softly. "No way you were fighting and walked out of there completely unhurt. Now you don't need to recharge because you got back up in peak condition."
"...Maybe not but my time is still yours if you want it," Erin says softly. "I could stand to listen to some serials. If you're up for company from the sleepiest bitch on this boat?"
There's no insistence in her voice. Just an offer, there on the table.
Erin shakes her head in a small motion. "I'm trying to go down too tired to have nightmares. I can't outrun them forever, but...not now, at least. I'll...see you tomorrow? Usual time?"
"Buddy my lap is so available," Erin reassures her friend. "Just don't get mad later when I try to press-gang you into somethin'. I got a note about a big package for me and uh. Well, I can move big things mostly by throwing them. Lay it on me. What'cha got?"
"...There was folks running triage last night. I'll have to face down Tendi later for these ribs, but if Jinx didn't die then she might have gotten scooped up by the medics. I can check the infirmary for you but...well, y'do have drones. If you'd prefer to know for yourself."
"Consider it done, buddy. You take care of yourself, and...well, after I see the package you might get a text about that too."
Erin offers a smile before she leaves SecUnit to its privacy.
Many hours later, in the late evening, a text comes through.
One status of Jinx confirmed. Severely injured during the fighting and laid up in the infirmary getting care. Given existence and methods of Tendi it is likely that continued injured state may indicate magical or spiritual damage or additions of the same to the physical injuries but her condition is stable.
Two the package is a giant fucking oak wardrobe and there is no world in which I am moving that shit on my own. It appears to literally just be my wardrobe from home. With all my clothes in it. Heavy as fuck though.
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Date: 2022-10-28 06:12 pm (UTC)It's spoken at a low volume. She has elf-ears, she'll hear it, right?
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Date: 2022-10-28 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-10-28 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-10-28 06:20 pm (UTC)"...You went down, didn't you?" she asks softly. "No way you were fighting and walked out of there completely unhurt. Now you don't need to recharge because you got back up in peak condition."
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Date: 2022-10-28 06:43 pm (UTC)It nods slightly, and starts to shut the door.
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Date: 2022-10-28 06:47 pm (UTC)There's no insistence in her voice. Just an offer, there on the table.
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Date: 2022-10-28 07:03 pm (UTC)Its expression is impossible to read with the faceplate of its helmet opaqued. Its voice is even. Steady. Hollow?
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Date: 2022-10-28 07:17 pm (UTC)That little note of hope in her voice.
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Date: 2022-10-28 07:23 pm (UTC)And it stops, as if asking permission to ask her for something.
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Date: 2022-10-28 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-10-28 07:55 pm (UTC)It doesn't know if she's still possessed and in hiding, or somewhere injured and afraid, or just...not coming home.
And it's worried.
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Date: 2022-10-28 07:59 pm (UTC)"...There was folks running triage last night. I'll have to face down Tendi later for these ribs, but if Jinx didn't die then she might have gotten scooped up by the medics. I can check the infirmary for you but...well, y'do have drones. If you'd prefer to know for yourself."
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Date: 2022-10-28 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-10-28 08:08 pm (UTC)Erin offers a smile before she leaves SecUnit to its privacy.
Many hours later, in the late evening, a text comes through.
One status of Jinx confirmed. Severely injured during the fighting and laid up in the infirmary getting care. Given existence and methods of Tendi it is likely that continued injured state may indicate magical or spiritual damage or additions of the same to the physical injuries but her condition is stable.
Two the package is a giant fucking oak wardrobe and there is no world in which I am moving that shit on my own. It appears to literally just be my wardrobe from home. With all my clothes in it. Heavy as fuck though.
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Date: 2022-10-28 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-10-28 08:12 pm (UTC)