IC CONTACT ✴ Haven RPG

[phaselocknroll]

"Maya here. Leave me a message."

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[nostalgiabomb]

[ He smiles a little. ]

I thought you weren't technically a doctor?

[phaselocknroll]

That doesn't mean you're the first wounded person I've treated.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He puffs out a breath. ]

How long should I be waiting, then?

[phaselocknroll]

Until it doesn't hurt to move would be a good start.

[nostalgiabomb]

I mean, it didn't hurt earlier.

[phaselocknroll]

Those tunnels aren't going to be kind to you. You should know that.

[nostalgiabomb]

Hey, they were plenty kind. Still alive, aren't I? So, you know, pat on the back for me.

[phaselocknroll]

You still came back worse for the wear, didn't you?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He's quiet a beat, then, ]

Well, I'm good now, right?

[phaselocknroll]

Yeah, okay. This conversation is going in circles, so here's the gist: You pushed yourself too far, don't do it again, dumbass.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ That surprises a laugh out of him, though he puts his hand against his waist when the movement pulls the new skin. ]

If I can figure out how to keep myself from getting bored, sure.

[phaselocknroll]

I could always entertain you with more stories about the crazy crap I did on Pandora.

Or you could tell me stories instead.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He smirks a little at that. ]

You know that's gonna be, like, a twenty-four hour job keeping me entertained, right?

[phaselocknroll]

Well, surely you have to sleep at some point.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He makes a noncommittal noise. ]

I keep odd hours.

[phaselocknroll]

But you do still sleep.

[nostalgiabomb]

When I can manage it, sure. But you know how this place is.

[phaselocknroll]

If that's the case, then it's no small wonder you're not healing.

[nostalgiabomb]

See, I thought it was because I kept doing this.

[ He pokes the old injury at his waist, although he does it lightly. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ Lightly or no, she reaches over and primly smacks his hand away ] Stop that.

I swear, you're the worst patient ever.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He shakes his hand out as if it hurt more than it did. ]

Hey, trust me, I've had worse, man. I'll be okay.

[phaselocknroll]

If we were on Pandora, I'd threaten you with a visit to Dr. Zed.

Despite what he calls himself he is not, in fact, a licensed medical professional.

[nostalgiabomb]

... Ah. See, I was about to ask if you knew how threats worked, seeing as how that really didn't seem like much of one.

[phaselocknroll]

When I first met the man, he basically handed me a scalpel and said, "here, help me cut this guy's chest open".

[nostalgiabomb]

Man.

The place you come from is seriously demented.