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[ 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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—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?

[ 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?

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 ...

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.

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.]

You wouldn't be, I guess, with your profession. Tends to be big on the night.

[ her shrug this time is a little more uncomfortable, even if she squares her shoulders and answers it anyways, a stubborn tilt to her jaw. ] Whenever they send me back I'll have about - at most five minutes. Probably less.

[Peter decides that the other banter isn't really worth continuing with. Being big on the night and all. She's aware that she's dying, that she will die. Peter was in the same boat a couple months ago.

It sucks. It still sucks.

He debates over what to say and switches to private.]

You told me when I asked about that that there wasn't any hope.

I'm looking for a way to prove you wrong still.

[He figures she'll piece it together.]

[what the hell Max!!]

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

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.

[ 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.

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.

Where are you?

[ 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.

near the tnrasporter pad
comingo ut

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.

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.

[ it takes her a little while - between the recent pain and the three years she's spent at home, conversations here are much more fuzzy, harder to remember. but she does after a long moment, and when she does her face softens.

he's so young. it shouldn't be him. she doesn't care for herself, she chose this.

but he's so young. ]

I hope you do, for your sake.

[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.]

Will be. Later.

Doing that myself. I'll tell him.

[she heaves a sigh and faintly shakes her head]

Alright. Good.

[she then cuts the feed so she can start running towards the transporter pad]

[ 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.

[ man she wanted to be entertained!! but it's okay charlie's on the way she guesses. ]

[it takes her longer than Charlie to get there; she'd been out wandering the wilderness, as she does when she gets restless, and had checked the network on a whim. And while she's fairly quick, running through snow is not a thing she has mastered just yet, even after fighting a war in the bloody stuff.

By the time she gets there she's out of breath, but that doesn't stop her from busting into the building and immediately searching for Max]

[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.

[ It's been three years and change, for her. Doesn't mean the sting of their last encounter has truly faded, doesn't mean that she doesn't have very mixed feelings about seeing him, but he was a friendly face much longer than he was one she wanted to punch and it's been - it's been a long time since she's had one of those. (She didn't save Michael.) She'll take what she can get for the moment. ]

I'm not bleeding over it. See? Pressure on the wound. [ ... One of them. Shut up, Charlie. ] Sorry. Not sure why you came. [ She had done her level best to make him not want to, after all. That he still did - it's confusing, even if she's glad for someone being here. ]

Tempest. Said she'll be here soon.

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