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 Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 11:54 pm
Upon waking from another reality's dream, Mimsy had required some time to regain her bearings and reaffirm her dedication to her (now eighth) marriage. Some time had been taken - and then maybe some more time - and she had only just begun to get dressed after bathing when her priorities for the day took a significant turn into unanticipated territory. He had been there in the dream, but he had also been present in reality before now; or reality insofar as she considered any reality their reality. It was sincerely surprising, then, when she discovered that Lucky was awake again. Not wandering around in some strange state of duality, or present in a dream, but actually, physically conscious. And had seemingly walked out of the pod and into a pit lined with runic daggers, if the sight of him was any indication. Nonetheless, he was here in the infirmary, as was Robert, and as was she, naturally. She was kneeling patiently on the end of the bed, hands folded in her lap, as her stare remained eagerly fixated upon her wounded brother. She could wait for him to open his eyes again. She had already proved her patience for this.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 12:32 am
Robert was careful not to disturb Mimsy as she sat and watched over her brother, but only after having treated all of his wounds first, and gotten him hooked up to the life support to monitor his vitals with. The man was a real mess, and he knew he'd hear all about exactly what had torn him up like that, whenever he did manage to wake up and explain himself to Mimsy. So he took his time doing his job, keeping the motions professional in order to keep his emotions in check. He wanted to cry and scream at the same time. Instead, he checked Lucky's IV drip, he made sure the blankets were settled on him comfortably, he took his temperature and blood pressure. He did all the little things that he'd do to anyone else, just to keep him sane. There was nothing else he could do, for now. No one questioned the way he hovered like a moth around the two of them, constantly checking things that did not need to be checked. No one bothered him over the way he avoided his duties this time. It was understood.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 12:43 am
After Gale had touched the grail and infected himself, the rest of Lucky's memories were little more than a blur. Yelling, gunfire, being dragged into an elevator. Charlotte's parting words rang in his ears ominously, in a voice that didn't quite seem to be hers again. And then... And then what?
"The grail is--" he mumbled, trailing off into an indecipherable sentence that might have been a warning. The first thing his waking mind noticed was the pain. Everything hurt. It felt like he was full of holes, not to mention the back of his head was killing him. Whatever he had managed to overlook thanks to the massive adrenaline rush of trying not to die was now attempting to finish the job now, it felt like. He had a whole new appreciation for fear shields now. With his body painfully accounted for, consciousness was starting to come back to him in full. His eyes opened, slowly at first, to a blurry, hospital-white scene. There was someone waiting at the foot of the bed, but disoriented as he was, and with all that had happened, he couldn't be sure it was really her. His glasses, where had they- The moment he tried to reach out beside him, he immediately regretted it, pulling in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. Most of his arm was wrapped in bandages, on account of how many times people had jabbed sharp pointy objects into his muscles. " Sssss, ow."
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 1:24 am
As focused as she was in her staring contest with a potentially unconscious sibling, which had become one of their favorite games to play together, Mimsy subtly shifted every so often to keep Robert in her peripheral vision. If he strayed too far from her, she would have reached to bring him close again; but he didn't, and knowing that he did so unprompted gave her all of the comfort she needed. It kept her fairly calm, until Lucky began to say something about 'the grail'. This was a somewhat concerning thing to say, considering the encounter they had just experienced over a grail elsewhere, and she hastily accounted for his wounds to compare them with the ones that she could remember inflicting. Once she was satisfied that she had not done this, she crawled from the foot of the bed towards the edge of it, careful to balance herself alongside him without touching any of his injuries. From all appearances, she seemed to be moving to retrieve his glasses for him, and as soon as they were within reach-- she pounced. "I missed you!" she greeted him, one hand on either side of his head as she stared down at him from an awkward 'I am doing everything in my power to neither touch you nor give the wrong impression' angle. "Did you miss me? Us? Why did you attempt to die without saying 'hello' first?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 5:33 pm
Robert lunged as if to stop her from crawling on top of him, but she never actually pushed on any parts of his body, and only sort of caged herself with cat-like expertise, so his hands never did more than press gently against her body to steady her, before letting go. His heart wouldn't stop thudding for another few seconds, however. He took the seat she'd previously occupied, and slumped down in it, laughing weakly at her questions. 'Why did you attempt to die without saying hello', she'd asked. Only Mimsy would word things like that. She was the most unique individual in existence, but this was nothing new to him. It was why he'd married her, after all. "Yeah, Lucky." He muttered out, leaning his head back with a smile. "Rude."
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:03 am
The heart monitor spiked briefly as Mimsy practically leapt on top of him. He braced himself for what never came, and finally opened his eyes again to see her propped above him. He could have said a lot of things, meaningful things, sincere things, but instead, the sheer strangeness of the situation reduced him to a simple greeting. "Hi, Mimsy..." "Of course I missed you." Lucky offered her a sincere smile. He craned his head toward where Robert's voice had come from, squinting a little. "Both of you." "And dying wasn't - ugh - part of the plan, I promise." He tried to move into a slightly more upright position as delicately as he could manage, jostling things as he did. He was finally starting to notice the tubes and wires snaking off of him, a grim reminder that he'd just barely escaped with his life. It was no wonder he hurt all over. And this was the first time Robert (and Mimsy) had seen him in probably ages, almost dead all over again. Once again he turned to the fuzzy shape of Robert in one of the chairs and balked. " Hey. Just think of all my surprise infirmary visits as us getting to spend some quality time together without you having to even leave work." < Yes, dear, why don't you share with the class? Whatever possessed you to endanger the both of us this time? > Song was making no effort to disguise her disappointment. < For some reason, I'm blanking on the specifics of your latest misadventure. >He bit his lip and looked away from Mimsy, and equally, Song. Keeping his voice low, he tried to keep his answer simple and vague. His tattooed right hand clenched into a fist beside him. "Charlotte is... a little more dangerous than I remembered." Maybe a subject change was in order. A really loud, awkward one. "SO I HEARD YOU GOT MARRIED."
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