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Aymet woke up feeling like his head was spinning. And in fact it was - he'd been tossed pretty carelessly across the cot and his head had come clean off his neck after getting knocked around so much. By the time his head lost its momentum and clanged against an empty bucket in the grass, he was good and dizzy, with absolutely no idea where he was. It was actually kind of exciting! But he could afford not to lose his head first. All he could see was grass and patched up cloth obscuring any view of the sky. He thought he heard someone talking. But, with no ears and a lot of distance between him and the speakers at the other end of the tent, it was little more than a word-like buzz from far off. Eh, probably not important.

A good ten feet away, the rest of his body was tangled up on the scorched and bent cot. Even without being directly attached to the rest of himself, he felt like his skeleton had been cracked and fractured all over. He was not going to be moving from the cot for a little while yet, in his condition. Apparently, just because he was undead didn't mean he couldn't also become re-dead. Good to know. One arm extricated itself and started blindly groping in the direction of the cot next to it. Aymet's claws eventually fell on a body, Kegan's body, which he began to shake awake, if it wasn't already.

"Hey. Hey. Wake up. Hey." Aymet's voice emanated from the softly glowing phylactery around the body's neck. The blue eyes in his skull dimmed to near-nothingness as he concentrated his effort on the trinket. He couldn't see a thing from down on the ground, so he shook the nearby body again for good measure. "Hey buddy."

Morrigan wasn't injured, far from it. She had held on tightly to her seat and other than a few scratches, was perfectly fine. What she didn't want to do is trek across the frozen terrain in search of some stupid thing for Professor Shox. It was stupid, it was cold, it was a waste of time. Not to mention she wasn't dressed for the occasion. Her shirt had short sleeves, and she had a very short skirt on. Oh, it would be a different matter if she could use her abilities. She was capable of causing things to heat up, even herself. Then she could stay warm in this frozen place.. but without it she was vulnerable. Without it, she was damn cold.

"Hi guys," she stated upon entering the infirmary. "I didn't want to join the others, so I'm going to stay here for awhile. I guess if any of you need some help, I can try to be of service?" At least she had offered.

She froze in step when she had caught sight of what was going on. Was one of the students decapitated? What.. was this? She never expected to see them so mangled up. She thought they'd just be hurt.. a bit like she was. Rushing over, she picked up the head as gently as she could, leaving Mimic to bounce behind her, jealous that he was no longer being held. She walked over to kneel next to his cot.. "Do.. do I just put it back on?? I don't know what to do."

She was holding on to some boil's head! A HEAD! Had she made a mistake in coming here? No.. no, she was just.. close to hysteria. That's all. The crash.. and the screaming.. and the smell of smoke.. and the damnable cold. It was just too much for any one of them to take in calmly.

If anything, they absolutely did need her.

Upon finally forcing his eyes open, Thackery realized that he definitely wasn't in the train car anymore. This was both awesome and possibly terrible. He didn't feel quite as sick, but he ached from ears to tail, and everything was very fuzzy. Not in a tiny adorable kitsune way, either.

Groaning, he struggled to sit up, groggily rubbing at his eyes.

"...wha..t?" he asked clarification nobody in particular, having only caught the tail end of the gnome's directions. Something about blue eyes and spikey hair? He searched the area for anything familiar, caught a glimpse of what appeared to be the concerned dragony boil from the train, and...

...he didn't have his head. The nausea was back in full force.

Oh Candlejack, demon girls were appearing from thin air! He tried very hard to refrain from covering his mouth, because that might make it seem like looking at her made him want to throw up. The events of this trip were already not making him any friends, and that wouldn't help.

"I feel bad. Really bad. I think I'm going to die forever," he said grimly, looking the part. "Like my friend from the train. He doesn't have a head anymore!" So terrible - he'd touched him just once and now...he was headless. "You might not want to be near me. I think my dying is contagious. Everyone who talked to me is here or gone!"

Obviously distraught, he snatched Morrigan up into a hug, completely disregarding both personal space and his aforementioned worries of contagious death.

Aurian awoke to loud complaints about heads and hats and dying... Didn't these people know that they should use quiet voices when others were sleeping? That made Ri wonder just why she was sleeping near anyone else. She cracked an eye open. This was not anywhere she'd been staying. It wasn't even the train - the memory of that came rushing back after an instant or two.

"Inside voices, please," she croaked out to whoever was making such a fuss.

Well, there was no more going back to sleep after that, Aurian decided with practicality. Both eyes open now, she propped herself up on her elbows in the makeshift cot. The wooziness she'd attributed to sleep didn't dissipate. One of her arms was also protesting taking her weight, so she sat up completely to inspect it. A lot of bandaging was present, thankfully only over the one arm or people might mistake her for a Mummy. Clearly whoever had been in charge of fixing their wounds was not medically trained. Ri poked at her arm, estimating that the bandaging job was an inch thick.

Satsified that she wasn't dying, Aurian looked around the makeshift infirmary. Several other students were already up, while more still lay unconscious. "We seem to be alive," she said, positive in the face of the dog-eared boy's depression, "if not all in one piece." Aymet received a considering stare, as Aurian hadn't seen a skeletal dragon man before - especially one missing his head.

Unlucky? Oh ha ha; now there was the damn joke of the Candlejacking century.

The whole notion of going on some weird Magical Mystery Field Trip had screamed of fishy to start with in Elaphe's book, but still, against his better judgement, he'd gone along anyway. He'd left Nosi and Lapid at home, packed his (largely non-existant) belongings, suffered a long and thoroughly ridiculous trip chocked full of squawking idiocy and people he HATED, sat through siege by INVISIBLE FREAKING DEER THINGS AND THEN--...

Well, he didn't actually know what happened in vivid detail, having more or less blacked out when the lurch of the train hurled him face first into (or was that through?) a window, but waking up, he knew that he was somewhere noisy and that he was not happy about it.

When he cracked his eyes open, he realized belatedly that he was seeing spots. His everything hurt, and to make the inevitably broken, bruised and battered bones that much worse, it was cold. Elaphe had a seething hatred for the feeling of cold, and naturally, it left him in an infinitely sour mood than any lone injury ever would. The first to feel his (not so) mighty wrath was an unfortunate gnome by his corpse, promptly seized and TOSSED by his lashing hair hand a whole ten-- ... inches or so. And maybe the gnome's feet didn't promptly leave the ground, but they were DEFINITELY SURPRISED OKAY.

"... Nnnnnnghdammistupicolsomethin'.." he wheezed, peeling his head off the cot-- or maybe just trying. It was a valiant effort really. "... Wurrrrrisths?..."

A fair question indeed.

She reluctantly pried herself away from Thackery's embrace and walked over to the ghoul that had fallen down. Helping someone in need was one thing, helping someone that was acting the maggot and hurting themselves further was another entirely.

"Here, let me help," she mumbled dryly, taking one of Minnie's arms around her neck for added support. She half-walked, half-dragged the ghoul back to where she had awoken and gently placed her back down. "It's best not to move too much. You have all been injured. There was an accident, the train crashed. It's possible that many of you could have a concussion, so any nausea or dizziness may be normal. Please do not get up unless you're sure your body can handle it."

She would never have the strength to drag one of the larger students back to their cots. Even the ghoul had presented a difficult task. She also had no real knowledge of first aid and was going by what she thought was best. Memory alone would not help her for long if one of these students got stupid and hurt themselves even more!

Morrigan walked over to one of the tables and picked up a nearly empty roll of bandages. It was awkward and she ended up having to tie the pieces together at the end, but she had somewhat successfully bandaged Minnie's leg. She was no where near as proficient as the gnomes were. It was really sloppy and the ends were fashioned into a cute little bow, but it appeared to do the trick at least. "Unless the gnomes have more medical supplies somewhere, I suggest you be extra careful. Next time you mess up your bandages, I'm going to let you bleed out," and she was serious.

She was also visibly upset for having blood on her hands and even some on her clothes. She looked a mess, she was cold, and she had just given head to some boy. The latter made her break out in a fit of giggles that soon erupted into a hysterical laughter.

Mimic was hiding under a cot, looking at his mistress like she had lost her mind.