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The "full of wood" joke had not gone over quite as planned. Dawson had tried to spin it positively (definitely hard, definitely got wood, wink wonk), but unfortunately it came off just a little differently than planned. (I'm full of wood. ...Wait a sec—) But it was good to hear someone laugh even if it was at his expense; he was used to that anyway.

He had been in and out for a good week or so before regaining consciousness. Apparently those hallowdicks got in a few good scratches before the cavalry arrived. His important question about that was will it leave a cool scar though? Probably not, apparently. In the meantime, he was delegated as a poor excuse for a runic'd mummy.

It was good to be back, though, away from bayous and ghosts and church people and mosquitoes. Even though his leg cast itched something awful.

Bad moon rising

Although she was empty handed at the moment, Gretchen figured Dawson would still be happy for a little company. She'd asked around for a game, and someone was looking into it for her, but until then the Moon was just going to have to be happy with having a someone to talk to.

Besides, Gretchen had always considerd herself to be fabulous company.

"Hey cowboy, welcome home!" Her voice proceeded her into the room, but she appeared a second later with a bright smile. One that faltered just a touch when she caught sight of the cast. "Couldn't come back in one piece, huh?" A joke, though there was a touch of seriousness to it. "Just had to make us worry." She made a slight face before crossing over to take a seat on the edge of the bed beside his uninjured lag.

the dicks on cast people

Chris had nearly ran into Chel as he left his room. He was held together from his mother hen panicking by Chel's grounding arm around his shoulders and the way she forcefully kept him at a calm pace with it.

"If yer dead I'm ********' killin' you. You ain't allowed to die first, bro." He looked less like s**t than usual (thanks in no small part to his familiarity with concealer), but his worry gave him an extra shade of paleness.

bad moon rising

"'Eyyyyyy, Gretch~" Dawson was sitting up and capless, which felt as close to indecent as one could be without just being naked, fresh from his nap but still looking tired. "Don' you know it!" he replied with a cheeky grin nevertheless. "Ya'll get t'be the ones worryin' this time, hah! 'Cept this ain' a thing, only broke my toe bone n' got some splinters." Underwhelming exaggerations. "Shoo, I coulda done worse." Not so much an exaggeration.

He pushed himself up against the pillows with a wince. "Note t'self: avoid this place at all costs. S'borin' as heeeeeeell. You got any stories fer me?"

Bad moon rising

When he adjusted she turned enough to pull her legs up, folding them in a away that wouldn't crowd him but was still comfortable. "Never been good at worry in', maybe you could take it easy on me in the future?" She hated seeing people hurt, specially people she was fond of. Frowning, she glanced down at his cast dubiously.

The request for stories pulled her attention back up, and she paused, considering. Truthfully she did have a story for him, but it still made her a little uneasy to tall about it. Seeing as how she'd walked away unscathed, and he was in a cast, maybe it was only fair to share. "Yeah, actually. I can tell you about the train wreck of a mission we all went on while you were gone."

bad moon rising

"I will if you will," he countered with a grin that he immediately felt bad for as Gretchen lost her good humor. Dawson hadn't heard much about that mission yet--only ominous messages he assumed were about it from Maebe and Horace, which did nothing for the worrywart that he was.

He cleared his throat, trying not to sound too eager to hear about it. "Uh, only f'ya wanna, honey. I hear ya'll just got back, so f'it's too fresh on yer mind n' stuff..."

Bad moon rising

A soft 'deal' was murmured in answer. Gretchen's lips twitched in a small smile, her hands coming up to tuck dark hair back behind her ears.

The last thing she wanted was to make people she cared about worry.

"Ah," she paused. He was giving her an out, a chance to put a pin in this subject so she wouldn't have to talk about it. It was very sweet of him, even if she could ear that barely contained eagerness in his voice. He was trying. It had her smile growing, and she let out a breath in a soft huff. "It's fine." If she'd been in his place she'd have wanted to know, too.

"I'm a little foggy on the details, everything happened real fast, but it was a contain and control sort of mission, I guess? An infection, like..." Her lips pursed. "Zombies, I guess. It was like someone dropped us into a zombie video game."

nerd alert

Felicia happily stomped in, arms full of snackage. From cheetos to pretzels to mini-cupcakes of dubious origins, she dumped most of them onto Dawson with a beaming grin.

"F-f-f-figured you might be hungry!"