bakerstreet | minor injury meme.

minor injury meme.

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.

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[ wow hdu tbh

But he slides the door open, then takes her arm and slings it over his shoulders to help her in. And then he asks the million dollar question-- ]

Uh, does Medi-Gel even work on concussions? [ Because the substance is still pretty new to him, considering he'd been hopping around in very distant part of the galaxy before now. ]

[ She shakes her head. ]

Unfortunately not. It can heal just about anything, but concussions ain't one of them. Guess I'l have to... rest or something.

[ A pause. When was the last time she really did that thing called resting? ]

Huh.

[ Her little "huh" earns her a puzzled look as he helps her into the copilot seat. The shuttle is a small one, really only meant for three people at most, but it's as well-stocked as any full-sized shuttle would be -- which means, yay, first aid kit! He grabs it and pulls out an instant cold pack, cracking it and holding it out to her. ]

Something wrong?

[ She takes the ice pack and holds it up to where she thinks her head hit the wall--maybe the back? She's honestly not sure since it just kind of hurts all around. ]

Not really--just thinking about when the last time I took a breather was.

[ He flops down on the pilot seat, sitting in it sideways. ]

And? What was the verdict?

[ The guilty smile on her face says it all. ]

That it was a long time ago. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm kind of a workaholic.

[ He splutters, feigning a look of astonishment. ] You? A workaholic? I never would have-- my God, never in my wildest dreams--!

[ But he drops the act almost immediately. ]

You're in desperate need of a vacation.

I mean, in a way, this job was a vacation, right? A break from the daily toils and stresses of my day jobs.

[ She has a feeling she can't sass her way around this one, though. ]

... Kasumi.

[ Kasumi, not Goto. It's how you know he's serious. ]

This was a job. There were guns. You got a concussion.

None of those things add up to vacation.

Okay, maybe.

[ She knows he's right. But taking anything like a vacation while the Reapers are plowing through sectors of space like giant cuttlefish-shaped steamrollers? ]

You know I have good reasons not to, though.

[ At that unpleasant reminder, his expression darkens. ]

Yeah, I get that.

Just-- you know. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Shit like that.

[ He gives brief thought to the Guardians’ last meeting with Nova Prime, her suggestion about possibly tasking them with using the Infinity Stone again, in light of the Reaper threat. It had been framed as an off-hand remark, but it was obvious that she was testing the waters. What he doesn’t know is that his expression of blank-faced terror had pretty much ended that line of conversation, at least for the time being. What he does know is that she may have a point. It may become a necessity rather than a request, one of these days. ]

[ Meanwhile, she hasn't told Peter much about what she's been doing to help with Shep's cause for the Reapers, other than that she's stealing a lot of expensive and shiny tech for it. And Robin Hood-ing for refugees in between. Even for someone like Kasumi who can read blueprints and schematics like a Sunday comic strip, digesting everything the Protheans laid out for them with the Crucible was damn difficult. She's still not even really sure what it does or how it all works.

She slumps in her seat a little at the thought, still holding the ice pack to her head. ]

... Yeah, I hear you. Maybe I'll have myself an Illium stay-cation sometime? Haven't been back there in a while.

[ He quirks an eyebrow at her. ]

Illium is shady as fuck. I can't believe you actually live there.

[ Obviously he hasn't been there, and he still doesn't even know her address, but at least he has a planet as a marker, now. It was probably one of the first things he had asked when they decided to be more than Friends. Like, "Hey, we can totally do this, but I really need to know where the fuck you actually live." ]

[ Kasumi laughs, because part of her can't believe it, either.

The apartment on Illium has gone through a lot. It's gone from, basically, her and Keiji's love nest, filled with stuff--things they've stolen and kept for themselves. Then it was a haunting reminder of him, a refuge for her as she turned away jobs (for the first time maybe ever) in the days, then weeks that followed his death. Then it became too much for her; she mulled over their parting words over and over, I'll find you again--I promise, as her grief turned vindictive. She happened to discover that Cerberus was trying to track her down around the same time. They got too close, and while she should have abandoned the place altogether, she couldn't bring herself to, so she left it as it was and pursued Cerberus instead. Then it largely stayed in that state for longer; she returned to grab a few things when she struck a deal with Cerberus and relocated to the Citadel until she joined the Normandy crew.

There was a time, when the crew had business to attend to in Illium, that Kasumi looked out on the vista in Nos Astra, for the first time in long, long time. Then she told Shep that she had once thought of moving to Illium but wouldn't be able to bear the Illium lifestyle of blind consumerism--and then she paused because oh right, I did move to Illium and I still have a place here, but it didn't feel right (she kept that part to herself).

Then it became somewhat of a home, again, after leaving the Normandy with Keiji's graybox and some degree of closure. It was then that she finally brought herself to look at Keiji's things again, even touching and moving them around. She was always the tidier of the two, even though she always had an "organized chaos" approach to arranging things. She still didn't spend very much time in it, especially after she pledged her support to the Crucible project, but it stopped being a place to avoid or a place where I have all my stuff and started being a home again.

When Peter had asked her where she actually lived, for sanity's sake, she had paused for a second not because she wasn't sure if it was too risky to tell him, but because it was at that moment she realized, yes, it really is home.

Of course, she still isn't into the whole Illiumite lifestyle, but hey, at least it's a nice place to be. ]

Oh, it's definitely shady. Maybe not in an obvious way like Omega, but trust me--there's some sketchy things going on in those trade floors.

So you'll visit me there sometime, right?

I prefer Omega. The shiny veneer on Illium is fine, I guess? But I’d rather deal with a prick on Omega than a prick on Illium. Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t, right?

[ Her question gives him pause, though, and he smiles a little. It’s not quite shy, but it’s hesitant. Obviously he doesn’t have any such conflicts with his own residence -- that being the Milano. He loves that damn ship, and he’d never hesitate to call it home; and he’d never give it up for anything.

(Except that one time, on the Dark Aster, when he crash landed his ship in hopes of taking out Ronan. At the time, though, he didn’t think there was any going home for any of them.)

He wonders if this is, like, another one of those milestones, at least with Kasumi -- getting invited to the galaxy’s best thief’s hideout. He also wonders if she’ll blindfold him on the way there.

(Kinky.) ]

I mean-- yeah, sure, if you want me to.

[ Oh, she'll do more than that. She'll scatter rose petals on the bed because that is legitimately how the Kasumi do.

Concussion and all, though, she notes the change in his expression. This might actually be a milestone because she reads hesitant, and not terrified or extremely uncomfortable? ]

Well, I'm not going to force you to, Peter. Just a suggestion.

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[ He blinks, then shakes his head. He doesn't want her to think he's being weird about this -- he's just-- it's not weird, it's not that this is some big step, but he doesn't want to seem too eager. Because of some mysterious reason unique to Peter alone.

So his expression smooths out into that sort of cocky half-smile. ]

I meant-- if you want me there, I'm all yours. And if you have to put a bag over my head and take some weird, circuitous route so I can't backtrack my way to you, that's cool too.

No old-school handcuffs, though. The metal digs into my skin something awful.

[ Somewhere in the middle of him talking she realizes the ice pack isn't working super effectively, and belatedly realizes oh right, this hood might be in the way, so off it goes. Under any other circumstances, she might have kept it on and toughed it out to keep herself hidden; she definitely got by that way a few times while with Shep's crew (especially given the fact that there was, for one, crime-correcting vigilantee and also a downright battle monk). But not with Peter.

So when he finishes, the utterly amused look on her face is completely visible to him. ]

Hmmm. I wasn't going to do any of that, actually, but those are all great ideas.

[ He always takes a small bit of pride in the fact that Kasumi trusts him enough to show her face around him. (And holy goddamn Christ, what a face it is indeed.) Sometimes he's tempted to tell her what a crime it is for her to hide it, but he understands why she does. Air of mystery, and crap like that. Work stuff.

Her amusement, though, gives him pause. ] I was kidding, y'know. Like, "Ha ha, what a funny joke, Quill, of course I won't put a bag over your head. We'll use the door like civilized people."

[ She quirks an eyebrow coyly at him. ]

Then how about a blindfold?

[ Great minds think alike, after all. ]

[ He quirks an eyebrow at her. ] Is this how I'm gonna find out about your bondage kink, Goto?

[ She gasps, covering her mouth with her hand. ]

Me? My goodness, Peter, that is downright perverted. I am just a young, innocent Japanese woman.

... You make your living as a thief.

[ She just. Roguishly smiles at him. You know me so well. ]

Woops, you're right.

[ He laughs despite how ridiculous she's being. ]

Alright, Goto, your concussion's making you drunk. You're in no state to handle heavy machinery.

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holy god I tl;dr'd about a damn apartment I'm gomen

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