[Open + 1 Closed] Never Call Up...

[crushed_pearls]

Who: Erin Peters And People Who Noticed A Certain Event
What: Erin fuckin' died in late January and now I need a spot to stick the fallout
When: Late January to pre-excursion February
Where: Wherever you decide to drag her ass for this series of decisions
Warnings: Erin Fucking Died


1. Yes dear, the stove is always hot. [Cabin 134, Rezz Hour after death, closed to Helena]

Well, that's one bit of curiosity satisfied. Erin comes awake with a sharp intake of breath, hands flying to her ribs. She's alive, gloriously alive, her ribs aren't shredding her lungs into tatters and all of her blood is inside her body. There's a series of incoherent Fucking Noises as Erin tries to get up, stretch, talk, and breathe at the same time and ends up doing None Of The Above.

One thing at a time. Breathe.

Good!

Sit up.

Okay...good!

Aaaand Helena's awake. Fuck.

2. Even When It Doesn't Look Hot [WHENEVER, WHEREVER -]

So here's the thing: Bahamanuel is scarred by laser burns, Erin and Siffleur both died (and probably stained Bahamanuel with their blood in the process, who's gonna wash that poor boy?), and the entire thing - soundless - is available on video at Photos at Sea set to Material Girl just to really deprive everyone involved of even the slightest shred of dignity.

If your character has a comment on that...

Here ya go. Find Erin Somewhere, though she's often on the sports deck, in Windjammer, at the new infinite cheese store, at Tauva smoking and/or drinking, or at Hurikane just drinking. Interrupt her while she's listening to her DVDs. Accost her at the library while she's trading out her books. Shit, gossip about it with someone else without Erin being there at all, I'm not a cop.

Comments

[decrypter]

"Interrupted by an unknown party. That hardly makes it a fair fight."

She's not mad - Erin had warned her that this could happen. But she is concerned, because this hasn't happened before, and so she has to ask.

"Is everything where it should be? Are you in any kind of pain?"

[crushed_pearls]

Erin coughs awkwardly.

"I. Called Bahamanuel. Into the fight on purpose. It sounded like a better idea before I did it."

[decrypter]

"...To get an advantage on Siffleur?"

She can see the logic. Drag in another entity, get his attention divided. Her book gets tucked on the nightstand, though, and she's making herself more Comfy in this blanket.

[crushed_pearls]

"Yeah, or rather to counter his advantage. He's quieter than I can listen for, blends in with the blur of color in the store. I figured in a brawl he wouldn't be able to just pounce on me and one-shot me, which, that part worked...but I made the mistake of forgetting that Bahamanuel is not my creature." Erin sighs, wistfully. "Siffleur's clever and thinks quick on his feet. I introduced a chaotic element to the fight and he made use of it too."

There's a lesson there, one Erin had to die to be reminded of but that Helena probably will learn without having to.

[decrypter]

"Accidents happen. Sometimes you think you've done something ridiculously clever, and then what you're fighting uses that to fly directly towards you, or you're a half second too late and then you're bleeding again."

Tiredness loosens her tongue a bit. She can't count how many times one simple mistake was the start of another death, for her or others or all of them.

[crushed_pearls]

"...Little bird, are you good?"

[decrypter]

"I will be after a nap." She shrugs in the blanket. "You forget that I've died enough that I can't pass judgement for whatever advantages you tried to take."

[crushed_pearls]

"...Tell you what," Erin says warmly. "We can work on being less blase about getting murdered together. Deal?"

[decrypter]

"If you remind me of the deal later. I don't want to agree to anything when-" She yawns into the blanket, blinking slowly. "When I'm not fully present for it."

"You didn't answer me though. Are you all right now?"

What she means is, are your wounds healed? Is everything where it should be? Is there anything that means I will worry for you, care for you, until it's better? Do you need anything from me that I can give?

Wrap?

[crushed_pearls]

"I'm whole, and that will have to do. I need to get changed and meet my standing appointment."

wrap!

[decrypter]

"Okay."

The blanket bundle that is Helena shuffles herself back into bed, her task done for now. Except, there's a last sentence as she gets her stuffed bunny.

"...glad you came back."

They'll talk later, as they always do.