[ someone io? forced minor patching up upon nodd so he no longer actively bleeds. but nodd prefers to live in as much pain as possible, clearly, so he's in the same bloody twerk shirt with the same pokes and scratches.
he sits in the medbay, out of the way, reading something on his i.r.i.s. as he waits for rosamund to want to speak with him. io already got all the vital checking done. ]
[Nodd you need to put down the linkin park it's time to stop crawling in your skin.
She takes her sweet time about it. There's a lot of lying about in a med pod long after she's got any need for it. Then eventually biology sets in. She needs to eat. She needs a glass of water.
And she will pull herself out of the room and find herself face to face with Nodd.
[ looks up. down. he's closing whatever he was reading on his i.r.i.s. wheeling his chair to another table setup where there's a covered tray and cup. ]
You need to eat this and drink this and then you can tell me to fuck off.
[ standing to deliver the sustenance to her, personally. ]
I don't want anything. Not in the usual sense. [Her free arm folds over her middle. She remains standing, though uncomfortably so. She picks at the thorns around her middle, reflexively cracking one off.]
It would be nice if everything stopped. I feel like someone's poured oil on an open flame inside me. I can't stand anything anymore.
Well, here are your options as I see them. You could kill yourself. I spoke to Dahut's ghost the other night. Sounds like 'Helly Belly'--whatever the fuck that means--is where they're at. And it's not so bad, but they are dead-dead.
[ it's taking effort to keep his tone even. ]
We could wait. See if that flame dies down and you can stand to be around the crew. See if it gets worse and our options narrow. You could voluntarily go to the brig--it'll be lonely after tomorrow, though, but you'll probably have a rotation of visitors, present company included.
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w4 ; saturday, post trial
io?forced minor patching up upon nodd so he no longer actively bleeds. but nodd prefers to live in as much pain as possible, clearly, so he's in the same bloody twerk shirt with the same pokes and scratches.he sits in the medbay, out of the way, reading something on his i.r.i.s. as he waits for rosamund to want to speak with him. io already got all the vital checking done. ]
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She takes her sweet time about it. There's a lot of lying about in a med pod long after she's got any need for it. Then eventually biology sets in. She needs to eat. She needs a glass of water.
And she will pull herself out of the room and find herself face to face with Nodd.
She freezes on the spot, uncertain. Silent.]
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You need to eat this and drink this and then you can tell me to fuck off.
[ standing to deliver the sustenance to her, personally. ]
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[Her jaw clicks shut. She takes the drink first, sipping and making zero eye contact.]
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[ io probably already told her about bradley being sent to the brig. about sentencing. ]
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[She looks to the floor. Then takes another slow sip.]
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The votes saved you.
[ hugging one of his knees ]
Nobody's gonna kill you.
[ a certainty there. like maybe nodd will be hanging outside the medbay with an ear out for as long as rosie's inside. ]
So what do you want to do?
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It would be nice if everything stopped. I feel like someone's poured oil on an open flame inside me. I can't stand anything anymore.
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[ it's taking effort to keep his tone even. ]
We could wait. See if that flame dies down and you can stand to be around the crew. See if it gets worse and our options narrow. You could voluntarily go to the brig--it'll be lonely after tomorrow, though, but you'll probably have a rotation of visitors, present company included.