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[hot_mess_express]

Who: All the cute little heroes
When: Day 35, evening
Where: Back To Your Regularly Scheduled Great Outdoors, Just outside the train

[ The beach fades away all at once, taking the cheery sunshine with it as evening hits all at once-- it melts away in a shower of sparkles as the familiar setting re-emerges. There are new stars in the sky above in clover pink, senna red, jasmine blue, and licorice violet.

Just before the beach disappears entirely, the bubbly voice speaks once more: ]

Wasn't that so much fun! You all rrrrrreally got to know each other, didn't you? Keep up the good work~!

[ If you had any alcohol in hand you still have it, otherwise everything from the trial is gone. ]

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[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow can have some deeply stupid moments, but he can tell he's been soundly beaten. It would not do to piss off the hot lady who could probably kick his ass. ]

...Thanks. I'd appreciate it.

you can skip there

[voreaciously]

[Crow is a smart dumbass.]

To the clinic, then. This should not prove too much trouble.

Re: you can skip there

[bad_crowmance]

Alright, let's get going.

[voreaciously]

[she is going to get dressed because she, hm, might be a bit of a distraction the entire way there if she remains like this.

besides, it's only proper.

but they will reach the clinic and she's setting her things down neatly, but easily, like someone setting their bag on the front table after coming home. She is comfortable here.]

Sit anywhere you wish.

[She, meanwhile, is going to get scrubs from the closet and move behind one of the dividers to get changed.]

Did you have any questions at all?

[the casual behaviour is a hidden, calculated kindness. he can be alone with his discomfort, she does not need to see it.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ That hidden kindness is a way he appreciates her in a way that no one else has achieved-- not even Rean, for all that Crow cares about him. Because 80H understands the need for privacy, that some things don't ever need to come to the light. (Not that Rean wouldn't respect that urge, but respecting isn't the same as understanding.)

He picks a place to sit, lounging in a manner that might seem comfortable if they weren't in a clinic. ]

Am I gonna be awake for this or do you have to knock me out?

[voreaciously]

[He cannot see them, but her motions are brisk, clinical as she gets changed. She will not be long.]

The latter. If you have an academic curiosity I could perhaps indulge you, but I have a feeling you would rather not be awake. In that case, it will barely feel like time has passed.

[She redoes her hair, making certain her bangs are entirely away from her face and steps out from behind the divider. She is not entirely prepped for surgery yet, she does not to risk alarm.]

[bad_crowmance]

I thought about it, but maybe I shouldn't be quite that familiar with my own insides after all.

[ He winks at her. ]

[voreaciously]

Very well, Crow-han. I will need you to take your shirt off, please.

[bad_crowmance]

You know, I prefer it when you want my shirt off for sex.

[ But he's taking it off even as he casually removes it. ]

[voreaciously]

Yes, well, you will be resuming it soon enough.

[bad_crowmance]

Is that a promise~?

[voreaciously]

I will see how well you behave.

[bad_crowmance]

I'm always well-behaved.

[ He is so not getting laid. ]

[voreaciously]

[NOPE.

She's busy, though, snapping on a pair of gloves, taking a needle and injecting it into a bottle to draw out its contents before putting pressure on it a little so fluid comes out.

Her voice is entirely (polite) deadpan.]

Did you hurt yourself lying that hard?

[bad_crowmance]

Who says I'm lying?

[voreaciously]

I just did.

[she activates her eyes, she doesn't need a tourniquet to find a good vein when she's got magical x-ray vision.]

I need your arm, please. This is an anesthetic.

[it is, but she will also do him one better soon she just needs to cover herself]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He glances at the needle for a moment before he rolls up a sleeve and holds his arm out. ]

Sure, let's get this over with.

[voreaciously]

Very well.

[She injects him, but starts to Sing a moment after, an inhumanely layered, inhumanly beautiful Song that is deep and mournful, but in the Song, is a compulsion. A command.

Sleep.

Remember only the needle and have pleasant dreams.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ As a general rule, Crow is amazingly terrible at being obedient to the point of problem. Fortunately, the compulsion works just fine on him and his eyelashes flutter briefly before sliding shut as he gently slouches over, all but dead to the world. ]

cw SURGERY STUFF

[voreaciously]

[She carefully picks him up and places him on the operating table. She needs a proper surgical room, but this will have to do. She disinfects the skin before making her first incision.

This is a pain to do without assistance in some ways but she manages. The magic helps. She makes it past muscle and reaches his organs and there it is, it's nestled and larger around the middle she can see it, but it will not remain. She reaches into Crow's insides to get it and it tries to swim away, as though sensing that it is danger of losing host and home, but she catches it. It will not be permitted.

She has it.

She puts it into a container she's prepared and snaps the lid shut. Parasites are not typically known for their power, but she takes no chances not knowing what this one is capable of and has reinforced the jar. Looking at it--properly looking at it with her Sight--she can see that is has so many, many teeth. why would it need that many? She counts her blessings that it did not decide to make a home within his liver or his heart or any other place.

She closes him back up, nice and neat and carries him to a clinic bed where she hooks him up to an IV. She needs to let him rest a while, she did give him chemical anesthetic too.]

Re: cw SURGERY STUFF

[bad_crowmance]

[ And rest he does. Surgery takes a lot out of you, even if you're asleep for the whole thing. He's out, looking far more peaceful and innocent in his rest than he ever does when he's awake. He's not going to be up until she's ready for him to be. ]

[voreaciously]

[She will let him sleep it off for however long it takes him to naturally while she embroiders by his bedside.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ It's some time before he opens one eye, watching her embroider for a moment before he murmurs sleepily. ]

Done already?

[voreaciously]

Yes. [She stops stitching.]

How are you feeling?

[bad_crowmance]

Sleepy.

[ He mumbles the words. ]

Where is it?