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ataraxionlogs2015-04-15 10:20 pm
bespectacle) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-04-15 10:20 pm
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02. you know I'm not dead [open]
CHARACTERS: Harry Potter & you
LOCATION: Medical Bay
WARNINGS: PG-13 to R for references to graphic violence, monsters, etc.
SUMMARY: During the modplot, Harry Potter is wheeled in with a Muttation bite on his arm. He winds up camping out uncomfortably in the Medical Bay, sardined in with uncles and friends and SEC personnel, making occasional ventures out into the corridor, PERHAPS IN THINE LOVELY COMPANY.
NOTES: Backdated! For corridor patrol, I don't mind if I get +1 rescuer and +1 person lost/struggling in the corridors to save. Here to plot if need be.
{{ EMERGENCY INTAKE }}
{{ SITTING AROUND FREAKING OUT DOING NOTHING }}
{{ CORRIDOR PATROL }}
LOCATION: Medical Bay
WARNINGS: PG-13 to R for references to graphic violence, monsters, etc.
SUMMARY: During the modplot, Harry Potter is wheeled in with a Muttation bite on his arm. He winds up camping out uncomfortably in the Medical Bay, sardined in with uncles and friends and SEC personnel, making occasional ventures out into the corridor, PERHAPS IN THINE LOVELY COMPANY.
NOTES: Backdated! For corridor patrol, I don't mind if I get +1 rescuer and +1 person lost/struggling in the corridors to save. Here to plot if need be.
{{ EMERGENCY INTAKE }}
[Moreso than usual-- moreso than ever, the Medbay is on lockdown and high-alert, guarded by SEC personnel who are armed to the teeth, every emergency and living supply made available. Harry notices this kind of, but mostly it goes by in a blur.
Because Harry's being rushed along on a gurney, the left lens of his glasses shattered, and his leg bound up haphazardly in a first application of gauze. The human-faced patchy-furred kind-of-dog thing got him good. Harry hadn't heard his bones break, but he wouldn't put money on that, and the Xenomorph carved up his shirt good too.] Bloody Hell, [he says to the ceiling. This is quite some potty talk, for him.
Crookshanks yowls, perched on his belly. The cat seems to be glaring at anybody who comes near, but restraining himself from actively attacking.]
{{ SITTING AROUND FREAKING OUT DOING NOTHING }}
[Sleep is impossible. Maybe it's because the makeshift dorm area is between the pods, which has any number of bizarre effects and connotations. For example, they spend enough of their time here in forced sleep, prehensile tubes jammed down their throats. For another, there are a couple of comatose people floating around ghost-like. It's a little creepy.
Maybe it's because there are monsters only a few walls away. For the third time of the night-time hours, Harry turns over on his pile of bedding, sighing loudly. He picks up his glasses for the third time, and then sits himself up. He finds his feet in an ungainly way, but he's mostly healed: barely a limp now, thanks to the combination of nanites and essence of dittany.] Hey, [he notices another person sitting up, a silhouette.
He whispers,] Want some tea? I'm going to make some. [Harry flashes a grin, friendly in the dark. Starts to move, stiffly toward the blue light of the doorway.]
{{ CORRIDOR PATROL }}
[This time, Harry's going to bring his broom.
He swings a leg over-- seamlessly now, and without pain. Settles onto the shaft in a completely non-sexual way, and glances back over his shoulder.] Come on, then, [he calls out.]
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Crookshanks, too, glances over his shoulder in her direction. Doesn't seem too bothered, though. The truth of the matter is, the cat is frequently criticized about his looks and none of this is news to him or Harry Potter. The young wizard is just having a bit of an oversensitive day thanks to his leg having been caved in by some rabid alien's mouth. He opens his mouth again to finish off his one-sentence lecture with maybe a whole other sentence (Hogwarts doesn't have Debate Club ok) when he notices all her bandages.
His brow furrows.] There's no point taking it out on him.
[A very stern auror face peers at her through the single functioning lens of his glasses.]
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No, it's cool. Cats are assholes. They torture the things they kill and they just totally snub their owners unless it suits them. They only get away with it because people think they're cute. This guy's not playing that game. I can respect that. Looks like he's doing a pretty good job of guarding you, too.
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He isn't an ordinary cat, [he tells her.] He's a witch's familiar, and has held himself up to really impressive ethical standards before. [The vague defensive edge crumbles off almost immediately after Harry makes this assertion though. He has a compassionate widdle heart. It's one of his great failings.] Definitely a good friend. Ma'am, are you here on your own?
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[That is not quite as sarcastic as it could be. After Harry's little speech Heather thinks he's adorable.
Sure, it's the same kind of adorable as a three-legged puppy bringing joy to a ward full of disabled children, but hey.]
Kid, it takes hard work to be alone in this place. I'm surrounded. And Heather, by the way.
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[Still Professor, after all these years.] And by 'on your own,' I mean, your mates aren't here with you to help, [he says. He has this problematic reflex with compassion, trying to give Heather the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes people get ruDE when they're stressed about something, and there is a great deal to stress over at the moment. He shifts his bandaged leg, and Crookshanks pauses purring, only to resume when he resettles.] They all right?