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estivates ([personal profile] estivates) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2014-11-30 02:34 pm

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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[personal profile] handywitharift 2014-12-03 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Having read Varric's book on Hawke, he knew it could be worse. Reading the rest of Varric's work let him know just how bad it could be. But Varric believed in his own way, and that was comforting.

"Serious looks good on you. But it wouldn't hurt to relax every now and then." Maker knew if anyone deserved it, Cullen did. Maxwell spent so much time being serious everywhere and around everyone else to make the Inquisition look good, but Cullen rarely ever put aside his work. There was certainly enough of it to do so, even if he wasn't fighting the need for Lyrium.
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[personal profile] lyriumaddict 2014-12-04 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not as opposed to the idea as everyone seems to think." All evidence to the contrary. Even he had to admit that he never went out of his way to worry about enjoying himself or enjoying personal time. That niggling fear that if he let his guard down, he would slip back down the slope again, rode him hard no matter how he tried to put the thought aside.

"I suppose I must come across that way to most," he agreed at last, reaching to push the door open for the Inquisitor, to allow him to enter the tavern first. "Perhaps some habits are harder to break than others."