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Who: Mister Adair, Ms Fairplay, and you!
When: September 15
Where: At the bulletin board
What: A warning
Warnings: none

[ this morning, two Kin'uns are at the bulletin board, adding a new entry, and then simply loitering nearby.

Ms Fairplay, notably, has her arm in a sling. Mister Adair... fares better, with a few scratches upon his hands and face. both of them look... pecked. ]

There. [ says Ms Fairplay, of her clumsy signage. ]

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[With these stinging, sore, unbandaged fingers? Fine. He can do that.

(He probably... owes her at least this small effort.)]

Let us find somewhere to sit first.

[Height difference a problem again. Or, really, it'd just be more comfortable overall.]

Edited 2025-09-16 16:21 (UTC)

[ WHY DID YOU OFFER IF YOU—

never mind! if he will disregard his fingers despite her questioning, that's his own doing. ]

Hm. Bench outside medical ward.

[HE MEANT LATER!!!!

But never mind, indeed.]

All right.

[Gestures in the proper direction. Ten percent extra politeness because he does feel a smidge guilty.]

Ladies first.

[ but her hair is bothering her now. she turns and strides briskly up the hall, away from the dormitories and the board, to drop down on the bench as soon as she nears it.

immediately tries to put her face in her hands. just as immediately hisses and cradles her bad arm to her with the good arm. ]

Better we had leave note and walking away, us.

[Sits beside her, his gaze just as assessing as it always is.]

Do not be embarrassed by the result. It was not a futile little adventure.

[Sure, they were pecked by birds and had an unfortunate fall, but they did learn something. Holmes, who is so very, very immune to the embarrassment of outside criticism, is affected far less by all the dubious questioning.]

[ (friendly turret voice) and he was pecked by birds ]

Bahh. They see us as geriatric and impulsive fools. What do they know.

[geriatric pLEASE HE'S BARELY OUT OF HIS THIRTIES]

"Fools" may be harsh. And even if they do, what does it matter?

Because they will not listen to us when it matters.

[ trying to gesticulate for emphasis, which jolts her arm. she bends over herself with a groan. ]

Edited (repetition) 2025-09-19 03:45 (UTC)

[Her arm…]

We have not lost credibility with them.

[Gestures at her to turn so he can braid her hair as intended.]

Please do not strain your arm further.

[ hardly feels as though she's gained any credibility with them! but her maudlin self-pity will have to wait, because she's in pain afresh. ]

How is anyone living like this? In this pain? Ugh!

There is nothing for it but to let it heal. We are fortunate you did not break it completely.

[ ...He feels BAD okay.]

A bit of pain medication will ease it somewhat.

...No. [ shakes her head, after a heavy and thick swallow. clearly weighing her options. they are right outside the nurse's office, after all. ] I must remain within my head, not without it.

[ if she is high and out of her mind, she may... miss something. something integral. ]

[Well, a relatable feeling. But…]

It is not as though I would suggest that you’re administered morphine. There are medicines here that do not affect the mind in that way.

[ :( but what if she WANTS the morphine ]

You would administer it, in that case. Very well. Bring me painkillers.

[bossy....]

Your hair or the painkillers first, Ms Fairplay?

Medicine.

Maybe then I do my own hair.

[ she won't. ]

[ …

Sighs and rises.]

I will be right back.

[Time to disappear into the nurse’s office.]

[ hate to see him go, love to watch him leave.

just kidding. she's watching the people milling about the bulletin board. ]

[DON’T ACT LIKE YOU CARE-

Returns with a rattling bottle of pills and a glass of water. Sits next to her again.]

Your hand.

[So he can shake out a couple of pills.]

Ah...

[ gingerly, she holds it out, cupping her palm. it's clear that without the distraction of conversation she is in quite a bit of pain. ]

[Shakes out two pills for her. According to the instructions, that's how much she'll need for now.

Her reaction, every small piece of body language radiating pain. The guilt swims in his chest uncomfortably.]

Thank you for... climbing with me, by the way. I never said it.

["Thank you." He rarely does.]

Mmn.

[ two chalky pills and a glass of water. where's the panache? she sets both beneath her tongue, where they instantly begin to melt in the wet heat of a tiefling's mouth, and holds her hand out for the glass.

gaze askance. she heard him quite clearly, but has delayed her answer by the length of the dose.

thank you.
she rarely hears it. ]

[Melting beneath her tongue… One cannot imagine that tastes very pleasant.

He offers the water.

What he said doesn’t really require a reply.]

[ it is as bitter as chalk, too. but nobody ever said healing potions taste good, either. she drinks the entire glass in a single prolonged sip. gulping, gulping, until she sets it down on the bench beside her with a clink.

dabs the beads of water at the corners of her mouth with the back of her sleeve. ]

...

I like to.

[Awful-tasting as many medicines can be, maybe it will help with any pain or inflammation of her poor joint.]

Mm. Investigate?