→ minor injury

[estivates]

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

Comments

[getnaked]

I-it didn't hurt at all! Honestly, it hurts a lot more that I'm under a speech ban in the first place... what if you get into a fight and have to cheer yourself on between blows?

Talk about multitasking!

[ yes that's more of a concern than getting into fights in the first place. ]

[corrinesbell]

[She waits until he's settled before standing again. Wow, he's really light.]

I'd tell you to take it easy, but I don't think you're supposed to be allowed to fall asleep. [Good luck, anyway, with how overgrown and tangled the forest floor is.] But don't worry! I know all the shortcuts.

[5, 3, 3]

[colourofthesky]

Typical mission: Go in, fight some monsters, go home. Zack had jokily said that he could do it all blindfolded at this point and in all honesty it had gone easy. That is, until something hit him so hard on the back of the head it sent the young SOLIDER face down to the ground.

It wasn't the first time Zack had taken a hit to the head, however, it was the first time he didn't get up as if it was nothing.

[gotnaked]

[ tbf Ryuko would get into fights regardless, it's not worth wasting the effort on concern. ]

You'll still be there, right? You can make a flag to wave with your good hand if you're worried. [ Even if she'll probably end up cheering for herself... smh bff. Ah well. ]

[gravitywell]

[ not falling asleep is way easier said then done when you're dizzy okay. because all genis wants to do is shut his eyes against the dim light, and hide his face against her shoulder.

which he does. and hey, she's nice and warm and soft, and she smells pretty nice.. it's a one way ticket to snoozeville, really. genis muffles a yawn. ]

Right..

[chose_my_path]

[ooc: Yes? Maybe?]

[magnificis]

Peter didn't answer right away, just leaned against her a moment or so longer. When he did, he gingerly attempted to sit upright on his own, steadfastly reminding his protesting body just who was in charge around here.

"...usually, yes." Then he glanced curiously over at her. "How'd you know that I even come out here?"

[corrinesbell]

[That didn't sound like his usual boisterous self. She can feel him hiding against her shoulder and she can't fault him for it. He's hurt. He really deserves better.]

I'm already putting you to sleep? [Talking is her only weapon, as she can't exactly bounce him around back there.] Didn't know I was that boring.

[syrenity]

Syrena's cheeks flushed beneath Peter's gaze, and she bashfully ducked her head. "Forgive me," she said, "I make my home in the waters nearby, and...occasionally, I have seen you." She smiled, and added, "Sometimes I, too, crave a change of scenery."

[getnaked]

[ PING she probably still has her rabbitflag somewhere yes. ]

--There's an idea! You're absolutely right, I shouldn't be handicapped by a handicap. I'll simply have to think of ways to cheer one-handedly like that.

[katerrifically]

[ Kate is watching him with a highly suspicious look on her face. He wouldn't be he first madman to go traipsing about in the forest. He wouldn't be the first serial killer either. ]

I'm here with friends who I am certain have noticed my disappearance by now.

[ She holds up her hand to indicate that Narvin should keep his distance. ]

Quickly? I'll get you help but you're going to have to be patient. How much further do you think you can walk?

[gotnaked]

[ Simpler times............... ]

Now you're gettin' it. You know I'll be grateful for your support no matter what form it's in. [ Patting her uninjured arm, you go girl. ]

[somefaults]

Of course! I'm not so eager to die!

[she sizes the drop and then moves back.]

[getnaked]

No matter what form... yes, I'll have to improvise. This is a chance for me to expand my horizons.

Maybe I can express my support through song!

[gotnaked]

[ NO.......................... ]

Again?! [ Okay yeah it's not that bad, except for— ] At least don't sing about going to hell this time!

[salace]

[His first mistake.]

Hockey jersey? Well that would be a statement. [He considers for a moment. Th-that's so cute, that Canada's idea for being noticed involves a giant maple leaf emblazoned across his chest.]

But I think the reason isn't your wardrobe so much as... [A thoughtful hum.] You are too kind. Too polite. No one is worried about offending you because of that.

Your infuriating neighbor is loud and arrogant and takes offense at everything, and none of us can overlook him. Quelle dommage. [He kids, Alfred, wherever you are. He kids.]

Perhaps if you made a scene! I could give you pointers. I am quite good at it. [...it may be one of his national past times. Right now though, he's nuzzling into Matthew's hair. Pretty, sweet Matthew. Don't start taking offense or making a scene now, okay? Francis just wants to be close. And affectionate. And maybe a little inappropriate.]

[asskicks]

[For Yusuke's part, he's quick to throw an arm around Kurama's shoulders when he feels him lift him up off the ground, holding on tight so he won't fall on his ass in the unlikely event that Kurama's grip slips (or so that he can take Kurama down with him if he does manage to drop him; he's a good friend). He somehow doesn't expect to be carried to the couch, though, and startles a bit when it suddenly dawns on him that that's what's going to happen here. Looking flustered, Yusuke tosses his other arm around Kurama out of reflex and blurts out:]

H-hey, hey, wait a second! You don't have to--!!

[Too late! By the time he's done overreacting (mostly out of surprise and, yeah, a little bit of embarrassment - he isn't usually the person getting hauled around like this, okay, it feels weird), Kurama's already plopped him down on the couch. As he re-adjusts himself so that he's sitting normally with both of his feet on the floor, Yusuke seems vaguely abashed. This is so not a great day for his ego.]

Uh... all right, then. Thanks...

[His words come out in a mutter. Yeah, looks like he really is embarrassed. Be that as it may, though, Yusuke's definitely relieved to not be stranded on the floor like a dumbass anymore. With a sigh, Yusuke cracks his back (ow), rotates his shoulders a few times, and then stretches his leg out a little, just to see how that knee feels now that it isn't bent.

The look on his face after he does makes it abundantly clear what the verdict is. Cringing, Yusuke leans forward and carefully rubs his knee. Damn, what is up with this thing? Did he just bend it the wrong way, or what? He didn't think he did, but...

Yusuke grinds his teeth a bit. Being injured is such a pain in the ass. Idly, he flicks his gaze over to the TV, where he sees the last thirty seconds or so of that god awful commercial playing. An idol singer in a cutesy full-body tiger costume dances across the screen, singing an upbeat song and holding up a cereal box. Yusuke doesn't know whether he wants to dry-heave or shoot something.]

Hey, Kurama. Can you do me another favor and turn that thing off? I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have an aneurysm if I have to listen to this shit again.

[navixator]

[ooc; Always more threads with these two. ♥ What universe?]

[chose_my_path]

[ooc: I am ever so glad that you don't mind my woeful slowness. Adventure Awaits verse. Who's hurt and how did it happen?]

[navixator]

[ooc; Psh, it just makes it that much more exciting to open my inbox and see a tag. \o/ Coin says he's hurt, RNG says broken bone/accident/in the water; so I'm guessing some mishap in a storm on the Treader. Want to start or shall I?]

[chose_my_path]

[ooc: Aw, thank you. I very much enjoy getting yours, too. I hope to catch up with things in the morning. New job might make it difficult to find my rhythm, but I can try. Poor Caspian! At least Margaret will be a good nurse. Go ahead and start, and I'll get back to it first thing in the morning. <3]</small.

[reliance]

Swear on it... [ then, a nod. we all know how good mithos's track record with promises is; just ask the summon spirits. it's minor, but maybe this is one he'll actually keep.

maybe. ( mithos: 1, lloyd: 0 ) ]

... If it's too tight, let me know. But it can't be loose either, or there's no point.

[ he'll start wrapping the bandage around genis's ankle now. he's careful to be proper with the thing, silent as he does this, seemingly pensive. or maybe he's just focused. ]

[navixator]

Accidents happen. Accidents don't care if you're a saint or a sinner or a field mouse or a king. Accidents come to those who have never set foot outside their own doors and those who have lived life to the fullest for their entire lives.

Caspian may be a crown prince on the cusp of taking the throne of Narnia, an entirely devoted husband who wouldn't dream of letting his wife become such a young widow, and a fairly experienced sailor whose heart seemed to beat with the swell of the waves and who knew every inch of his ship more intimately than most men know their lovers. That doesn't at all make him immune to accidents.

And storms bring accidents. The Dawn Treader has been caught in storms before, and will be caught in them again, surely. This one comes with sheets whipping dangerously loose, and with sailors--including the almost-king--climbing up into the slick rigging to tie off knots that had come free. It's sheer bad luck that Caspian reaches at the wrong moment, that the direction of the wind changes suddenly and wildly; that he hits the rail as he's thrown headlong into the sea.

Thankfully, there's flotsam to cling to in the waves. With the Lion's blessing, the storm is stilled again soon enough, sky still threatening but the Dawn Treader coming back into herself in calmer waters. As if to combat the bad luck, there's good luck in the ease with which the prince is fished from the sea and hustled to his cabin. Drinian's attention is given to the ship, but hopefully that leaves Margaret's attention to be given to checking Caspian's injuries.

[beacon]

[ by not caring at all about social etiquette at all to begin with, to be completely honest. ]

Oh? You're going to pledge eternal devotion to me? Really? No take-backs later, you know.

No worries!

[mapsincolor]

((That's okay! I've got limited wifi this weekend myself!

Stitch is going to be in Amnesia-Destruction mode! If you could write the starter that would be great!))