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[motherofnemesis]

[ the video's not all that well focused or held, mostly getting her shoulder and part of her face except for the moments she readjusts it back to focusing on her face temporarily. the light is dim, wherever she is, and between the blood drying on her and the way her voice keeps hitching as she stumbles over words, the unsteadiness of her hands holding the tablet, and the way her head tips back against the wall she's leaning against every so often as if she can't quite hold it up - she's not in great shape. ]

You know, someone should get to work on this machine's timing. Adjust it a little bit. Make it stop being a fucking piece of shit. Or taking people who don't want to be taken. Or - I don't know, what else is it up to lately? How long's it been.

[ breaking off. she's forgotten what she needed to say, is looking off at nothing in particular for a long moment. abruptly - ]

What's that story about the lady and the tiger? With the princess whose lover has to pick one of two doors as punishment, and one has a tiger and the other has a woman he'll have to marry. And she makes a gesture to tell him which one to pick, but the story doesn't tell you which one the door had behind it.

I guess a little closure's too much to ask for.

[ blood loss: good for clarity. ]

I could use a doctor.

[ ooc: charlie cutter & tempest get providing aid rights, but if you would rather action it up she'll be wandering around the area for part of the day and can be run into most anywhere just checking everything out. ]

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[unmasking]

—Not too long. [Peter considers adding more, but decides against it. Their last conversation happened to be one where he was anonymous, so that'd be telling a bit too much.] Are you—uh—will you be okay?

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[motherofnemesis]

[ she looks - marginally better? still tired and a little bloody, but not about to fall down. ] That's what the date's saying, too. Feels weird. [ a casual shrug. ] I generally am. You been up to anything?

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[unmasking]

Aside from the typical teenager trying to find his way in life deal? Nothing new. Or to write home about. Which I guess you were ... writing home in a bad way ...

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[motherofnemesis]

I don't really remember how that one goes. Does it translate well to here?

[ haha. her half smile is bleak. ] Yeah. Fun trip. All done now, I guess.

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[unmasking]

So far, so good. Probably less junk food and staying up past my bedtime. But I was never very good at bedtimes. [He gives a faint smile.]

All ... done now? [He knows he shouldn't pry, but here he is, prying.]

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[hyanaimne]

[what the hell Max!!]

It has terrible timing, yes—what happened? Where are you?

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[motherofnemesis]

[ SHE WAS BUSY. there's a pause before she answers the question, her gaze sliding away for a moment and then back. ]

I'm dying. [ beat. ] Not - now. Quite yet. Give it another minute home and I will be. I'm near the Transport pad. One of the rooms. Going outside.

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[hyanaimne]

The hell you are. [she can't see the damage done but there's no way she's going to agree to that, either]

I am on my way, then - do not move, okay? Stay right where you are.

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[motherofnemesis]

I don't think anything I've got is fatal yet. I was moving fast.

[ buying a little bit of time. not much, but a little bit. ]

I'm - okay. I'll wait. I think Charlie's coming.

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[hyanaimne]

Then do not say you are dying! Honestly.

[she's already moving; from the scenery behind her, it looks as though she was already outside]

Good—tell Charlie to do something useful if he gets there before me. Like putting pressure on wounds or anything like that.

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[pixieboots]

Max? [ there's some feedback in the audio; wherever he is, he's moving already. ]

Okay, where are you? I'm coming to get you.

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[motherofnemesis]

[ it takes her a little bit to get back to this, and when she does she looks marginally better. ]

Tempest healed me, Dick, I'm fine. I'm all good.

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[pixieboots]

You don't sound okay. [ Too late, Max. ]

You’re lucky I’m a detective. I’ve got you narrowed down to three possible locales already.

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[motherofnemesis]

[ god why ]

Dick, I'm fine. [ she's trying for stern here. ] If you need to come investigate to see just how fine I am, be my guest, but seriously. All better.

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[pixieboots]

Down to fifty-fifty. [ If her tone registers at all he's ignoring the implication. ]

Just don't go anywhere, okay? I'll be there in five. [ He seriously really will. ]

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[alittlesweptup]

Where are you?

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[motherofnemesis]

near the tnrasporter pad
comingo ut

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[alittlesweptup]

[He doesn't actually bother to text back - nothing about the fact that he's on the way, nothing to tell her to stay put. If she's in as shit shape as she seems (and that seems likely enough), she won't get very far anyway and he has the benefit of being close. Thank you, habitual need to stick his nose in the goings on the transporter and temporary housing facility. This won't be the first time his busy body tendencies have landed him in the right place and the right time and Charlie likes to think it won't be the last.

So finding her isn't the problem; it's what he's going to do once he gets there that is. One step at a time though so not fifteen minutes after he sends over the text, Charlie barges into the compound housing the equipment and the overflow of new transports still stuck in temporary housing from the month's pull.]

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[motherofnemesis]

[ She's made her way to close to the entrance by the time he gets there, but then she sort of half collapsed half slid against the wall, one hand pressed against something in her arm that seems to be trying very hard to bleed profusely, one leg sprawled at a strange angle. There are tear tracks in the blood still drying on her face but her eyes seem dry now, at least for the moment.

When she sees him she gives a half crooked smile, careful not to move. ]

Deja vu.

[alittlesweptup]

[He pauses, not from the look of her so much as the greeting - she's been gone, that much was obvious from the post she made to the network, but that doesn't keep him from feeling the whiplash. The last time they were standing in a similar corridor to this one, he was pretty sure it'd suit him just fine to not see her anywhere near him again. And if he's being honest, he was fairly sure he'd given her reason to feel the same.

But fuck it. So he throws her a sidelong glance, a shrug--] I wasn't bleeding all over the floor. [--and moves in, opening the kit at his hip and pulling out more than a few elements of the self same first aid kits that DITR had made such a point of handing out while up on the moon.]

I assume someone with actual skill at this is on their way as well.

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[controlledvariable]

[she's not sure what to say, or if she even should say anything, but it's... max looking like she's in a bad way. a look over the other responses confirm that she's been healed, that she's nearly dead back home anyway, and it still leaves steph unure what to do.

but she can't say nothing]

i don't think they're ever gonna stop the transporter from being a piece of shit

[innocuous enough. really, she just doesn't want to touch on any of the other topics.]

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[motherofnemesis]

[ the more she gets back to her normal self the more part of her really regrets that having been a public post, but she hadn't really been in a state to do much of anything technical back then, so.

what's done is done. ]

isn't that half the point of us being here though

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[controlledvariable]

i guess

[she switches to private, feeling a little be assured about talking to max now that she's gotten an initial reply]

you doing okay?

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[motherofnemesis]

stellar. looking forward to a brand new day in exsilium.

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[controlledvariable]

i'm gonna go ahead and imagine the sarcasm

there anything you need?