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GODDESS OF THE TENTS - PURPLE

"It's a skill I picked up while being in school. Being prompt for unintended set ups is the best way to frighten, after all."

And Cricket was quite good at that, if nothing else. Walking over to Bul, she took a quick look over him, touching him gently as she investigated them. In a strange play of events, every marking in her body receeded away from her fingertips, as though she was making a point to not flood the body with glowing things again.

He'd probably had enough nightmares about that.

"Do they all hurt, or are there some you can't feel?" she inquired.

((yesss haha the burns c: ))

Purple Tent

It didn't matter how gentle Cricket could be. Bul was staring at her like a deer in headlights, prepared mentally for another sex-ed incident. That wasn't to say he was suspicious of her, but her markings and such still reminded him in full detail.

"Yea most do but I cant feel much of these," Bul said as he reached his arms back and waved them over where he'd have a spare tire if he had more fat on him. "I don't know if I'm numb or just cold. When I got burnt the fire froze and I really don't handle the cold well. >: "

BLUE TENT

Her mind had started to wander a bit as she waited but someone addressing her brought her back to reality making her tilt her head toward them. The shape was unfamiliar but the manner didn't seem unfriendly. It appeared like this one was here to help the injured.

"I was wondering if I can have my arrow wound looked at. I was not certain how deep it went in," she explained quietly, "and the arrow disappeared shortly after piercing my shoulder," she went on pointing at the wound for the attendant to see. It felt like it was pretty deep and it still felt fairly painful though she dealt with it pretty well, she'd had needles in her arms that pierced deeper than the arrow. "I did not wish to leave this wound unexamined before I went to my dorm to rest."

Vaith approached the group that had Seiji, Junko, and Malcolm. He was tending to them, right? Vaith might have given Seiji a very deadpan stare.. It was probably more disturbing that he gave the other no reaction at all, not even the raise of his eyebrows.

Or perhaps, his hand wound was too draining to provide such energy for a reaction.

His hand was limply at his side, festering, black, and the black seemed to cover all of his fingers, his palm, the fear even corroding up to barely past his wrist. It hurt. It really hurt. But at the same time, it was that pain that kept Vaith standing alertly as he was.

Purple Tent
One thing that Alwine had gathered from Cricket's class is that there would be injuries. She had been at her Aunt's house when it began, but on her return she learned that Mandy had gone.

The last time she had seen the Drop Bear, the two of them had been on an island, assaulted by their own fears and miseries. Alwine still hadn't learned much about what that entire thing had been about.

Alwine was fading in and out of visibility as she made her way to the gym. Her wrappings were almost undone, trailing behind her as the haunt made some sort of stumbling combination of sprinting and floating. She was also pulling on a pale robe as she went, barely thinking. She would be ashamed to admit that she ran into more than one wall on the way.

She finally made it to the chaos-- an anthill teeming with the injured and healers.

"Mandy?" Alwine echoed as she floated past each of the tents. She crossed her fingers as she passed the ones that had the less-injured. Her eyes passed over all of them: those who were lucky enough to make it back with only superficial injuries.

She finally made it to the purple tent and walked inside, ducking and apologizing to everyone she could as people rushed back and forth.

There she was. There was Mandy, resting on a cot. She looked like a wreck, but she was alive. Alive, even after that terrible island and whatever horrors were encountered on this 'field trip'.

She knelt down next to her bed and rested her arms on the cot, her shoulders and neck sinking.

"Mandy, you're back," she said. "I've been waiting. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I made you wait, too, didn't I?"

GODDESS OF THE TENTS - PURPLE

"Numbness is a sign of possible nerve damage." Cricket said, not really liking what she was hearing about him not being able to feel most of his burns. She wasn't sure if that was because he was cold or if it was damaged. The woman made a face for a moment, before she pressed her fingers, hard, into one of the burns.

"Forgive how blunt I am. Does this hurt?"

She listened as Demi explained what had happened with the flames, making that same face that implied there were actually emotions somewhere in the ghost. Whenever she heard Red's name, she made that same face as though some part of her had been gravely wounded.

"I don't know."

PURPLE TENT

Yes. Her hair. It was important. Junko frowned even as he took the damaged hair in his hands, watching to see what the man was doing. Malcolm's words made her look up at him with delighted surprised. "A day? Really?!" That was the best news she'd heard since they got back! The 'especially' got her even more excited. She laid down as she was told to, watching everything Malcolm did. She also held the ash-filled pouch out to Seiji, a quiet request that he hold it for her while Malcolm treated her. The painkiller injection came as a surprise having never needed it before and she tensed for all of three seconds before relaxing on the bed. Her hair curled into strange shapes, drifting lazily all around Junko and the cot. It looked...different from the usual gentle movements. It was slightly more erratic, and some if it twisted and curled around itself like it wasn't sure what to do. Her eyes followed Malcolm's hand as he covered her face and arms with bandages. But he didn't touch her chest. She was both curious and relieved; it would be awkward for her to have Malcolm do that even if it was strictly because he was treating her wounds.

"Okay.." Junko mumbled, reaching for the bottle and the spoon. Just a spoonful? Okay. She blinked a few times, watching as hair took the spoon from her and waved it around like a toy. "....I don'think meeeeee pouring is a good idea." She sounded dazed, or crazy. One of those. Seiji and Vaith would recognize the quality of her voice as being similar to when they had finally met up with her in the maze room. Oh! Vaith! Junko giggled and waved to him with one covered hand. Despite feeling a twinge of pain still she was feeling ~pretty good~. She was at least coherent enough to listen to and acknowledge Malcolm's warning, raising a hand in a mock salute. "Mmmmmkay." She told him as she laid back down again. This allowed Malcolm to move her however he needed to bandage her up again. Her hair was a challenge though as it kept trying to help, occasionally poking the man in the face with the spoon it had stolen; for once the actions were not malicious, merely...odd.

Malcolm's instructions to Seiji made her giggle. "A teacher's giving you permission, Seiji." A section of hair came to wrap around her head in a way that covered her mouth and effectively shut her up with a squeak. Junko turned her head to see who Malcolm was telling to sit now, spotting Vaith's hand. "Oh noooooo Vaith's a jikininkiiiiii~."

...Whose idea was it to inject Junko with a relaxant?