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Oh good. These people were noisy! That was a good thing. For now.

"Glad you're not dead then, Ricky Cunningham. I'm Zue." What was an adventure without someone barking at him! Wasn't as fun as Virgo or that Chloe Cat, but...he'd do. He might have also overlooked the question of what he was, but be assured that was totally on purpose.

Ears flattened back at the profanity Hawke sprouted (NOOOO HIS VIRGIN EARS HAAHA yeah right), and went to survey the rest. So far everyone just seemed bloody and/or disoriented, which was fine. At Ryan's question, the Guardian Cat looked thoughtful and finally looked around at where they were, from the mosaic path to the surrounding area.

"We are..." Now where was this...oh man this was so familiar! Ah! It was her outpost. The cat frowned. "Near Aquarius, I think." He said matter-of-factly, which kind of made no sense. Before he could go any further on their location he heard Flannery, and turned to the girl who had broken something, giving her a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, all I have is this, and it's kind of useless." He tugged on the scarf that drapped his waist. "Anyone have anything we can make a splint ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh---"

Zue started to purr, the noise rumbling in his throat. There was a moment of weak-kneed bliss before something snapped, and he realized what was going on. "--AKSGBAKAFJG ********-- JUST -- STOP THAT!" Hissing loudly, he reached up to smack Mary's hand from his ear, jumping back a step to get away from her with his tail floofed out in aggrivation.

"I don't know what the hell just happened!" He growled to Hawke, his mood now soured, if such a thing was possible. "Nobody is alright, dumbass!" The cat snapped at Holi. "And this s**t is real, none of you are dead! If you want to stay that way, patch yourselves up if you can, help the wounded, and move your ******** asses." He practically barked, just assuming they would move to the outpost and now, you know, the other direction.

Apparently rubbing his ears made him grouchy. Best not to try that again.

"You, cosplayer." While trying to shrug off that whole embarrassing event, he pointed at Hawke, whom he just assumed to be some nutcase who dressed up for fun. He had seen her bandage herself up, and imagined that to be useful. Plus, you know, the whole makeshift armour thing. "Have anything solid we can splint her with?" Back to his original point, pointing at Flannery.

"I have a belt ..." Which wasn't a good splint but it would be easy enough to hold broken bones or dislocated joints still. Pushing herself up off the ground she winced and tried to ignore her own pain. Her arm was technically back in the socket but it wasn't right so it still hurt. Not to mention every time she spoke her split lip pulled and started bleeding again.

The cursing girl was getting on her nerves though and she -really- hoped she lost the attitude before she had to deck her

Amy kept very close to Joce, probably a little too close but personal boundaries were starting to not matter anymore. Slipping her arm within the crook of Joce's (as this helped her not feel quite so overwhelmed), Amy's orange eyes glanced around at the varying degrees of the injured around them. No one seemed perfect...except for kitty-man. At this point, she was grateful for that fact, as it made him a more gung-ho leader...right?

"Umm...I can like split my tourniquet in half if....anyone wants it?" It was kind of icky already, but not bleeding to death was a better alternative at this point in time.

"Ya'll can do what I did," Ricky suggested to Zue and the others with dislocations, motioning to the arm-sling he crafted out of his belt that was strapped around his left arm. It was a simple design, just the loop of a closed crossing over one shoulder and around the forearm of his weaker arm. It wasn't the ideal for a dislocated shoulder, but it was doing the job for now. He looked over to Jocelin. "Give 'em your belt, I reckon it'd do better than nuttin'."

"Now what were you sayin' about that Aquarius thing, cat-man? Are we in that lost city or somethin'? Ain't that supposeta be underwater not in space?" he asked to Zue, recalling the legend of the Lost City of Atlantis, and had the names confused.

"I think we need the spare belt for the broken arm..." Holi suggested, uncertainly, cradling her own dislocated one. She'd seen the 'self fix' option watching Lethal Weapon (a guilty pleasure movie.), but aside from the lack of door frames, she was squeamish about trying it herself. What if she messed up? What if she passed out?

"...If we need extra cloth we can use my shirt." She offered, though she'd be sad about the loss of it later she suspected, just for sentimental reasons. "...Just want to be careful with cuts... don't need anyone who can avoid it to find out that Magical Space Whales come with Magical Space Germs."

Mary flinched back from cat-boy and made a mental note to not touch his ears again. He had to do it at least once, jeez. She looked at Hawke pulling apart her armor, and then over the group. She was able to support people as well if they needed the help.

"I can help as well, if you need help walking," she said to the group. The Flights would never give up each other, and while these were not her sworn brothers and sisters of the wing, she would helps them regardless.

Her pride as the player of Argabauth depended on it.

He had never been able to find Veer or Raph -- that had left him in a terrible mood, and he'd spent most of his time dodging the whale's inhalations. He'd seen a few others get sucked into its gullet, and he'd never been fast enough to grab for them. That ate at him, and it'd left him in a foul temper. It radiated off of him.

And then the bottom dropped out -- and he found himself falling. Flailing and cartwheeling, his hands found no purchase on anything. He was in freefall for what felt like an eternity; at some point, his tie gave up and went sailing past him, lost in space. He'd never liked the tie, anyway, it'd always--

BOOM.

Jasper hit the ground hard on his shoulder, and felt -- with a sudden, dizzying wave of pain -- his arm neatly dislocate. It meant that he fell into a crumpled heap and laid that way for a few minutes, breathing in through clenched teeth, before he managed to push himself up on his free arm.

He'd shake his head, dazed, and look around -- and grimace. "--who the hell builds a floor in space?" His voice was a bit weak, a little thin and strangled. "Dislocated me damn arm."