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thebreathing2017-06-15 05:10 pm
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YOUR FRIENDLY MODS. (therunning) wrote in thebreathing2017-06-15 05:10 pm
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Uhhhh, I'm not sure. You runnin' low?
[ Now that wouldn't do, the resident sawbones running out of stock. Especially in this brave new world of having to worry about not having enough antibiotics. ]
Actually, that last place? I think some old folks must've lived there. Think they might've had a bunch of pills?
[ Now that wouldn't do, the resident sawbones running out of stock. Especially in this brave new world of having to worry about not having enough antibiotics. ]
Actually, that last place? I think some old folks must've lived there. Think they might've had a bunch of pills?
Yeah! I remember it was something to do with swans... uh, 24 Trumpeter.
[ Now Gaju was getting excited -- maybe that little mishap didn't have to be all bad. ]
They had some of those animal-shaped pots with grass growing out of them -- it was out on the balcony. I was gonna grab one, but I forgot all about it! Next time I go back, it's got my name on it.
[ Was he going back to steal a Chia pet? Yes. Yes. ]
[ Now Gaju was getting excited -- maybe that little mishap didn't have to be all bad. ]
They had some of those animal-shaped pots with grass growing out of them -- it was out on the balcony. I was gonna grab one, but I forgot all about it! Next time I go back, it's got my name on it.
[ Was he going back to steal a Chia pet? Yes. Yes. ]
Peter is met first by a surprised blink and then a wary sort of intrigue. Mick Rory isn't the type of man who invites friendship or even cordiality from most strangers, which was to say he looks, and often is, one mean bastard.
"Yeah? How much is that gonna be worth to me?" Comes the gruff challenge.
Mick knows Peter's name and face, but not much else. In fact, he'd been walking up to the roof with the same sense of dread Peter had before they officially met and he had a moment to really size the man up. Mick sees two things he's got going for him so far - he isn't scrawny and, while he's younger than Mick, he isn't a kid. Unfortunately, he also seems to be some sort of optimistic charmer, which means he's probably got an ego the size of the San Andres fault. What Peter chooses for his answer now will probably inform Mick one way or the other.
"Yeah? How much is that gonna be worth to me?" Comes the gruff challenge.
Mick knows Peter's name and face, but not much else. In fact, he'd been walking up to the roof with the same sense of dread Peter had before they officially met and he had a moment to really size the man up. Mick sees two things he's got going for him so far - he isn't scrawny and, while he's younger than Mick, he isn't a kid. Unfortunately, he also seems to be some sort of optimistic charmer, which means he's probably got an ego the size of the San Andres fault. What Peter chooses for his answer now will probably inform Mick one way or the other.
i'll have your snickers. even if i didn't, please don't, i'm not equipped to treat the after effects of your seizures when you overdose on them.
they're to assist with heart attacks and heart conditions. we have a couple older citizens that need to have them on hand.
they're to assist with heart attacks and heart conditions. we have a couple older citizens that need to have them on hand.
That's a good lead. Your next run will be there too since you're familiar.
[ he pauses again before turning and moving to dig around in his personal stash so he can toss a candy bar in gaju's direction. ]
Keep it to eat, use it to trade for something else, whatever. Just don't tell anyone where you got it.
[ he pauses again before turning and moving to dig around in his personal stash so he can toss a candy bar in gaju's direction. ]
Keep it to eat, use it to trade for something else, whatever. Just don't tell anyone where you got it.
"Sounds like a party," Peter's grin widens for a second. "Peter Quill. Hi."
Tisarwat's got short hair - makes sense - but he has to wonder about how old she is because he swears she's still a kid. She's lean, though, and he figures that must mean she's quick on her feet and she can squeeze into some places he can't. Good sign. As much as Peter used to do the whole handsome lone wolf, ex-Ravager striking out on his own thing, the truth is he just feels better when he has someone watching his back.
Peter reaches for the ragged backpack he left on the crate, canvas stitched with some pretty suspicious dark stains he bets is the previous owner's blood, and hoists it over his shoulders. Take only what you can carry. That's the magic motto for today because he can't assume his ship's nearby and all the toys he would've had? Gone. It's pure old school.
"C'mon. We're supposed to check out the east side. Supposed to be a convoy that didn't make it home."
Peter's weapon of choice is a crowbar with strips of leather wrapped tight, hopefully to keep it from jostling out of his arms. His grip tightens on it as he turns and leads the way to the gate, riddled with spikes and corrugated metal and he can see the guards up top are trying to pry off the fresh corpses who impaled themselves out of curiosity in the night. Some of them are still swatting at the long sticks, groaning and drooling black fluid.
Tisarwat's got short hair - makes sense - but he has to wonder about how old she is because he swears she's still a kid. She's lean, though, and he figures that must mean she's quick on her feet and she can squeeze into some places he can't. Good sign. As much as Peter used to do the whole handsome lone wolf, ex-Ravager striking out on his own thing, the truth is he just feels better when he has someone watching his back.
Peter reaches for the ragged backpack he left on the crate, canvas stitched with some pretty suspicious dark stains he bets is the previous owner's blood, and hoists it over his shoulders. Take only what you can carry. That's the magic motto for today because he can't assume his ship's nearby and all the toys he would've had? Gone. It's pure old school.
"C'mon. We're supposed to check out the east side. Supposed to be a convoy that didn't make it home."
Peter's weapon of choice is a crowbar with strips of leather wrapped tight, hopefully to keep it from jostling out of his arms. His grip tightens on it as he turns and leads the way to the gate, riddled with spikes and corrugated metal and he can see the guards up top are trying to pry off the fresh corpses who impaled themselves out of curiosity in the night. Some of them are still swatting at the long sticks, groaning and drooling black fluid.
way more boring than they sound, unfortunately.
they'll be in small brown glass bottles inside boxes that are either white and orange or white and teal. either box should just say "nitroglycerin tablets" on the front in pretty large letters.
they get overlooked a lot when people scour pharmacies but if you're already in one it should be easy to toss them in with the rest.
they'll be in small brown glass bottles inside boxes that are either white and orange or white and teal. either box should just say "nitroglycerin tablets" on the front in pretty large letters.
they get overlooked a lot when people scour pharmacies but if you're already in one it should be easy to toss them in with the rest.
waking up
[The past year or so had been-- unspeakably terrible. The war and all that came with it, Arthur's death, himself dying to some unknowable curse or disease that Gaius could find nothing to cure or even ease...
Merlin was having an especially difficult time getting settled, as he'd apparently been displaced far from his own time, much less space. Having no access to his magic made it even worse; it was like losing all his senses at once, and he'd been through it before, but it wasn't any easier.
Anyone from an era analogous to the one they were in now might think he'd come from a Renaissance Fair, or was a peasant extra in a medieval production of some sort. Indoor plumbing is a revolutionary concept for him, which means he has an advantage on not missing certain modern conveniences, but it also means he has no idea how to use anything, from a gun to a walkie.
There's purpose here, at the very least, and there's definitely plenty to do. He'll just have to get on, without magic for now, and see if he can't figure out a way to get it back and try to put a stop to this.
He's fiddling with his phone right now, and honestly it seems like it should be a magical item to him, but apparently it's not.] Not sure if this thing has a mind of it's own or if I'm just useless with it. [That's not directed at anyone in particular, but if you're inclined to respond...]
exploring
[Merlin's not so great with defense without his magic to help him along, but he's light on his feet, half-way decent at tracking, and plenty experienced with field medicine. His learning curve is steep, but he's a quick study, often working in the clinic when he's not going along on a run.
He's still figuring out the whole technology thing, though, and he'll take any opportunity to ask for pointers. Runs are great for that, since people generally aren't supposed to go it alone, and everyone seems to be familiar with these things, or at least more familiar than he is.] I have a question about our phones, if you don't mind... We can talk while we run, at least for a little while, yeah? We didn't have them where I'm from, and I've heard the different sounds other people's make when they get messages, so I was just wondering how I change mine? I can't figure it out.
[The past year or so had been-- unspeakably terrible. The war and all that came with it, Arthur's death, himself dying to some unknowable curse or disease that Gaius could find nothing to cure or even ease...
Merlin was having an especially difficult time getting settled, as he'd apparently been displaced far from his own time, much less space. Having no access to his magic made it even worse; it was like losing all his senses at once, and he'd been through it before, but it wasn't any easier.
Anyone from an era analogous to the one they were in now might think he'd come from a Renaissance Fair, or was a peasant extra in a medieval production of some sort. Indoor plumbing is a revolutionary concept for him, which means he has an advantage on not missing certain modern conveniences, but it also means he has no idea how to use anything, from a gun to a walkie.
There's purpose here, at the very least, and there's definitely plenty to do. He'll just have to get on, without magic for now, and see if he can't figure out a way to get it back and try to put a stop to this.
He's fiddling with his phone right now, and honestly it seems like it should be a magical item to him, but apparently it's not.] Not sure if this thing has a mind of it's own or if I'm just useless with it. [That's not directed at anyone in particular, but if you're inclined to respond...]
exploring
[Merlin's not so great with defense without his magic to help him along, but he's light on his feet, half-way decent at tracking, and plenty experienced with field medicine. His learning curve is steep, but he's a quick study, often working in the clinic when he's not going along on a run.
He's still figuring out the whole technology thing, though, and he'll take any opportunity to ask for pointers. Runs are great for that, since people generally aren't supposed to go it alone, and everyone seems to be familiar with these things, or at least more familiar than he is.] I have a question about our phones, if you don't mind... We can talk while we run, at least for a little while, yeah? We didn't have them where I'm from, and I've heard the different sounds other people's make when they get messages, so I was just wondering how I change mine? I can't figure it out.
[Merlin sets himself to the task of finding the clinic very quickly, as it's the only place he knows he might be of some use still without his magic. Unless they need people polishing armor or mucking stables or something, and you know, on second thought, if they do need that, he's not going to jump to his feet to offer his experience so quickly.
Anyway, clinic. Merlin pokes his head in first to make sure he's not interrupting anything urgent, and when it appears he isn't, he gives a friendly smile.] Hello, are you Kei? I heard you're the physician here, and I wanted to see if I could be of any help. I've spent many years studying under and working as an assistant to a physician.
Anyway, clinic. Merlin pokes his head in first to make sure he's not interrupting anything urgent, and when it appears he isn't, he gives a friendly smile.] Hello, are you Kei? I heard you're the physician here, and I wanted to see if I could be of any help. I've spent many years studying under and working as an assistant to a physician.
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