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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

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[bluediligence]

[ Faito’s just going to lay here on the ground with her new clockwork arm and leg, staring dazedly into the sky, her face flushed with fever ]

What the ffffuck, I can’t dickpunch the wind ...

[schrodingerscockroach]

If only.

[Well]

[At least it's just your limbs.]

[He's. He's got a clockwork heart.]

[bluediligence]

[ Yeaaaah. Yeah. It still hurt like fuck, and there’s tears as well as fever-sweat dripping down her cheeks, but. She’s alive. This is fine. It could have been a whole lot worse. ]

[ Waggles her (human) fist clumsily at the sky. ]

Where’s a will, where’s a way! There. Where there. [ Ugh. Flops her hand down towards him. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

....maybe you should just sleep for a while.

Are you...hungry at all? [Asking for a friend.]

[bluediligence]

No? Nnnno.

[ Squints at him, her hand landing vaguely ... somewhere ... on his person. ]

Do ... do you need a sandwich?

[schrodingerscockroach]

.....yes, but....

People.

And you need sleep, I think. Come on, we should get you to Ginger.

[Going to pick her up.]

[Ignore how cold he is.]

[bluediligence]

People, what? Sandwich people? Food trucks?

[ Do we have a food truck?? ]

[ Cold is fine, she’s like a miniature furnace. A miniature furnace who makes a small pained sound even as she clings onto him. ]

Wah, Dusk is so cool ... [ Cool as ice. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[....god, she is warm. This feels so nice, maybe he can just never put her down again.]

Yeah. It's a thing.

We'll get people home and I'll get a sandwich.

[bluediligence]

[ He is so, so cool, soothing against the burn of the fever. If he wants to carry her for the rest of forever, she absolutely would not mind. ]

Two sandwiches. Three sandwiches? Then you can help me fight the wind.

[ Presses her gross, clammy face against his shoulder. ]

Faito, Faito.

[awakenerd]

[Uh. New stars. Well fuck he's racing back and...]

Faito?? What the hell happened to you?

[bluediligence]

Rean!

[ Squints at him very intently, and maybe also tearfully ]

Rean, I’m gonna fight it.

[awakenerd]

Fight... What?

[Kneeling next to her.]

[bluediligence]

[ Points vaguely upwards with her flesh hand. ]

That. The sky. Wind. I’m gonna punch it in the dick.

[ She can’t even keep her arm up for more than a few seconds, though, thanks to the fever sapping her strength. She lets it flop back down, groaning unhappily. ]

[awakenerd]

[Examining her visually. Cool steampunk limbs. She looks a mess.]

...Right. Maybe when you look in better shape though?

[bluediligence]

Mmmm. Maybe.

[ Closes her eyes, a couple of tears slipping down her cheeks. ]

You’ll help?

[awakenerd]

Any way I can. What do you need?

[Reaching to like, touch her cheek. Tears??]

[bluediligence]

With ... dickpunching the sky. Later.

[ Oh, his hand is so much cooler than her cheek. She leans into it automatically, sucking in a ragged breath. ]

[nihilmancy]

[Nearby in a borrowed coat from Senna, looking sick herself and anxious.]

I think there's magic for that.

[bluediligence]

R-Really? [ That perks her up a little. ] I love magic. It ... It's so -

[ Gestures. ]

Magical.

[nihilmancy]

Obviously. Magic is wondrous and beautiful and it heals and makes beautiful thing and also curses and maims and kills. I'm more about the latter.

[bluediligence]

[ UhhhhmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMM ]

That ... sounds so lonely and sad, though.

[nihilmancy]

How suitable, I'm lonely and sad.

[bluediligence]

[ no ]

[ OH NO ]

What? Oh no, I'm sorry, I'll be your friend!

[nihilmancy]

...I-I need to go.

[bluediligence]

Eh? Oh ... [ did she say something wrong? ]

... C-Can you get home okay by yourself ...?