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Chance watched C.J. in utter fascination.

"Now that," he said, gesturing to the tank and wincing. "is ******** awesome. I definitely approve of you calling him my legacy from now on. Please do feel free to call it that in appreciation of my amazing talents and fantastic unique personality."

He pushed open the top again and dropped another chip in.

"I forgot about the pendant," said Chance truthfully, and then shrugged. "Well, at least until like, the last minute. I know it's stupid going back there by myself, but, well...the curious cat and all that s**t, I can't seem to not be curious about stuff."

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"Another you thing you both have in common--" Aside from amazing talents and a fantastic and unique personality "--Is the lack of a centralized brain."

Burn. Also in the running for 2k15 sassiest.

Inwardly she was amused though that Chance was now impressed with the starfish, and fed it another chip. She watched the chip float down to touch one of it's legs again, and waited. "Mn." Ah, well. She wasn't going to sit here and rake him over the coals. She supposed what mattered was that he was still alive, fine for the most part, and the the creature he was fighting had been generous. C.J.'s arms curled up once more around the chip, and it repeated the same actions as before to consume it.

"How long are you here for?"

Brownie bites

She just sort of stared at him for a moment, a little startled. For as much confidence as she walked around with, it had taken a considerable beating over the last few weeks. Insecurities she thought she'd buried years ago were peeking up, and she hated it. The compliment was unexpected, and sounded entirely genuine. It made her smile, gratefully, the color lingering on her cheeks. "Thank you." What else could she say?

"Reapers are tricky bastards, at least the ones that look mostly human." She watched him eating the brownies, happy it seemed as though he were enjoying them. "I'll keep an eye out in the future. If I run into any spear wielding, sassy reapers I'll send her through a wall for you." Here she'd grin brightly, chuckling softly before sinking back a little in the chair.

"I'm sure your weapon is working hard to fix the damage." She'd been in this position before, and she knew exactly how frustrating it could be. "You just have to be patient and trust them. I lost the use of my arm once, for about a month, when I did get mobility it came back slowly." Almost absently her hand came up to cup over the scar that rested under the collar of her shirt. "But I'm at 100% now."

He was a Sun, he was strong. "I trust you'll manage to adapt until your mobility returns as well." And if he needed help figuring out how, she would be happy to lend a hand.

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Chance just gave Claude a Look. And another middle finger.

"Dunno," came the noncommittal answer, Chance munching on another chip before he set the bag aside. He stretched out a hand and reached instead for the plastic container of food, wincing a little at the small movement. "Maybe a few days? Hopefully not more than that, it's shitty to be stuck in here."

brownie bites


"You're welcome," came Chance's easy reply. He flashed a look over at Peyton, catching the color on her cheeks, the smile on her face. "For the record, I'm not one for lying or flattery, as people soon find out. I've never really figured out why anyone thinks that sort of thing is necessary."

He gave a little shrug. "Things just are what they are."

The brownies were delicious and warm. Chance finished off the one he had and reached for another. "Thanks for that," he told Peyton with a wink. "I appreciate anyone who says they've got my sad, pathetic back when it comes to fighting at the moment."

Asher was indeed working hard to fix the damage, the weapon making soft sounds of encouragement in his head. "I do trust them," said Chance lightly. "Out of everyone here on the island, Ace is the only thing I do fully trust, really, but that's neither here nor their. But hopefully I'll figure out how to adapt fast, I'm usually pretty good at that sort of thing."

The Late Shift

Just as he had told Chance on twitter, Finn had a shift later that night.

Much later that night. As in, middle of the night later. Finn didn't really mind, however. It wasn't like he did much sleeping anyways. If he wasn't here, he would undoubtedly be outside running or inside drinking or playing video games or, lets face it, screwing (possibly even all of the above throughout the night).

And while his job that evening was basically to keep on eye on things, monitor patients, and pretty much sit tight unless he was needed since just about everybody was asleep, he knew of at least one individual who would likely be wide awake.

It only took him a moment of checking charts to find out where his target would be, and after a few preliminary instructions from the person on shift before him, he made his way directly to Chance's partitioned off area of the infirmary.

Sliding the curtain back, Finn made his way in and sat himself down in the nearest chair.

"Good evening, idiot. So tell me, what did this to you this time?"

the late shift


Chance was awake, of course; because sleeping at three or four had been an ingrained habit of his for the past five years at least, and he now had difficulties separating from that. The insomnia ran strongly in his veins, which was why, when the curtains around his bed slid open sometime in the middle of the night, the face and person on the other side was both unsurprising to Chance and welcome.

He smiled.

"Evening to you as well, Finn Connor," he said lightly. The bruise directly on his forehead was mostly hidden behind his dark and messy curls, a few bandages visible from beneath the over-large hospital gown he was wearing (by protest). He shifted a little and winced.

"Not one of those Horsemen," said Chance, after a moment. "A reaper, I think is what people have been telling me. She had a giant spear and a huge chip on her shoulder."