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[semifreakingnormal]

Uh--

[Scott is realizing, once the feed is on, that he probably should have cleaned up before addressing the network. Because he's kinda bloody right now. It's all over his shirt - which is torn in a couple places - and there's more blood drying on his jaw. But he looks very human, which is not something he could have said forty minutes ago.

He glances off screen at someone - he's in Zero, though its occupants aren't visible - and scratches the back of his head.]

This new guy jumped me? He says his name is Roderick.

[And Roderick is getting a cameo, now. Wave, Roderick. (He is actually waving.)]

I brought him to zero, I'm not...really sure what else I'm supposed to do with him.

[Scoot don't admit to having no clue in front of the bad guys, sigh.]

[Private to Peter]

[He's been trying not to think about this. Like, in a big, huge freaking way, because it still freaks him out a bit. He's here because he doesn't want to be a werewolf forever, he doesn't want to be one at all anymore. Giving into it a little today has left him unsettled, and between that and what Lydia told him, He's not really sure what to think anymore.

Luckily, he knows a freaking super hero.

Who he probably should have contacted after he finished cleaning up, but at least the bloody shirt is gone. He's in the middle of scrubbing the blood off his chin and chest.]

Hey dude, do you wanna come over? I have a Playstation 4.

[Still can't believe this thing exists okay u_u]

[Private to the Admiral + spam for Lindsey]

Can you...jeez...Can you bring back, um--[He's not entirely sure of the man's name, so he turns the camera on Lindsey's form for a moment.] I'm...I'm gonna take him to the infirmary.

[He clicks off there, shoves the communicator in his pocket, and jesus. He has no idea what to do here, but at least...at least he doesn't ahve to worry about wounds, right? Carefully, he starts to lift the corpse - man, somehow getting the weight over his shoulder. He shudders as blood stains his shirt, swallows hard against the urge to vomit, and for a long moment, he has to just close his eyes. The smell of blood is so strong, it's overwhelming, and he's having trouble shutting it out.

Eventually, he puts one foot in front of the other, and repeats, repeats, manages to move forward jerkily toward the infirmary.]

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[enchangement]

[ Staring.

Staring.

Then: ]

Did you bite him?

[semifreakingnormal]

Um.

[He is pretty sure that at one point he really, really wanted to. Really wanted to.]

No, I didn't - I didn't bite him.

[Which is a terrifying thought, too, because what if he had? What if he'd lost a little more control, what if he'd bit him and turned him and--

But he's not an alpha. It doesn't work like that. Right? Right?]

I didn't bite him.

[enchangement]

Good. [ She isn't sure why, just that it is. Later she'll try and remember or learn it, but right now her lacrosse stick bearing Pepsi loving almost a friend got hurt by some goofball who waves at the camera. ]

There's some blood. [ Pointing at the screen, pointing at her chin. ] There. No, left. There.

[semifreakingnormal]

[He reaches up, misses, moves left; his hand comes away tacky and a little red. It's already started drying on his chin.]

Oh - oh. [He gets why she asked, now. He probably shouldn't have scratched his chin on his way down here.]

Thanks. Um - I'm okay, though. [He's realizing that she doesn't know, she came after his little coming out party.]

private

[myresponsibility]

[He would totally love to come over and play Playstation, but.]

Shouldn't you be in the infirmary?

[WHAT THE FUCK EVEN HAPPENED, you are literally covered in blood.]

private

[semifreakingnormal]

Why?

[Oh.]

It already healed. Look-- [He twists, angles the communicator for a better view of his very intact torso.]

private

[myresponsibility]

[That is definitely a relief to see, because holy crap, sir.]

Man, I would love having a healing factor that actually works. [Not. That he's even necessarily sure he has one at all, but. He doesn't have awful disfiguring scars on his face or anywhere else from his various accidents, so. All signs point to maybe?]

But sure, yeah, if you're up for it. Now?

private

[semifreakingnormal]

[That, or super damn lucky.] It's great, so long as there's no wolfsbane around.

Yeah, door's open. I'm almost done, anyway.

[routemistress]

'Ey Scott, good to see you! Zero's about right. 'Ello, new bloke. Leave our Scott alone.

'Ow many new people are there, any road? Honestly, I turn me back for two minutes and you all go apeshit.

[semifreakingnormal]

Hey, Iris! You're back! [He saw her return, just...got distracted in the interim. Getting stabbed is a bit of a downer.]

Uh, I dunno. A couple, maybe? I haven't met everyone yet.

Snow White left, though. And her inmate, he graduated.

[routemistress]

I saw! Oh, I'm so proud of the Marquis. I'd miss 'im, but 'e needed to be back 'ome so bad.

Did 'e 'urt you much, the new bloke?

[semifreakingnormal]

Umm--

[He looks down, not entirely sure how to answer that. Because yeah, yeah, getting stabbed hurt, getting stabbed hurt a lot, and he'd like that to never, ever happen again.

On the other hand, it's already healed and it doesn't hurt. And he doesn't want people to worry.]

No, it's - I'm okay. I heal fast.

[ukan]

Are you all right?

[semifreakingnormal]

Yeah, it's already healed. [He's still learning the whole forward planning thing.]

[ukan]

Good. Lucky you; I don't heal quite so fast, without the infirmary magic. He jumped you out of nowhere?

[semifreakingnormal]

I guess there had to be an upside. Yeah, I just ran into him on the stairs, and...[He mimes the stabbing scene from Psycho.]

private, later

[characterdefect]

You all healed up?

[aka what the actual poop was that, mister man]

private, later

[semifreakingnormal]

[Scott is super, super tempted to just ignore him. But he's a dummy.]

Yeah, thanks for all that concern.

private

[characterdefect]

Why do I need to be concerned, you healed right away.

[So no big deal okay.]

[advocacy]

You're not hurt, are you?

[semifreakingnormal]

Um.

[Weighted question.]

Not anymore?

[advocacy]

Right. The whole-- That would. Yeah.

[Wait.]

I mean, that's good! Really good. I'm glad to hear that.

spam

[hart_or_hand]

[To say Lindsey's unhappy when he wakes up to someone carrying him is an understatement. He's been murdered. Again. And now he's draped over someone's shoulder with his face bumping into his back.]

Put me down! [It's slurred.]

spam

[semifreakingnormal]

Ohmigod. [Scott is freaked, because it's not easy, recognizing that the weight your carrying is absolutely dead. It's also not easy feeling that weight stop being dead.]

Sorry - hang on--

[He's as gentle as he can be, but it's not the easiest thing in the world, getting Lindsey upright again. Scott at least moves so he can lean against the wall if he needs to.]

spam

[hart_or_hand]

[It's a good thing because the world seems to start spinning as soon as Lindsey's upright.]

And you people say you have nothing to do with Wolfram and Hart.