[. . . july showers bring august ghosts]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: EVERYONE
When: August 3, wobbly hands
Where: Around the school!
What: some things happened. the school is suddenly a lot more crowded
Warnings: references to blood and bite injuries, but otherwise, non! unless you bring something to the party yourself

[August 3 stars off. . . weird.]

[The morning bell chimes at 6 a.m., as it usually does! But there appears to be a very thin layer of fog settled against the ground outside. Some of it seeps into the school's hallways, before dissipating in a few wisps of haze. Weird??]

[As the day goes on, you feel like you can hear strange whispers echoing in the air-- a voice, hissing the word miiiiiiiine over and over again. Also weird!]

[And by the time the afternoon hits, you may find yourself running into some very unwanted guests. You've been here two weeks, and this is the first time you're seeing these guys?? Where have they been??]

[By the way, the nurse's office is unlocked!]

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[presgarddihellis]

I see. That's a relief.

[gestures at his headwound.]

May I?

[ordimame]

[side-eyes him for a moment, before tilting his head to reveal the wound. it is no longer actively bleeding, having long since clotted!!]

Macchi already took a look at it. I'm still a bit dizzy, but it's fading.

[mildly concussed, but recovering]

[presgarddihellis]

You can never been too overly cautious with head injuries.

[hmmm... well, he could move the exterior wound, but the concussion would likely still be a thing... probably better for him to just wrap the injury and everyone knows that Guy Hit His Head Real Bad.]

[ordimame]

[ANIME HEAD BANDAGES?? FOR BEAN???]

[blinks a little when Smith starts wrapping the wound, but he's still a bit too woozy to stop it]

-- what are you doing?? It's not that bad. . .

[presgarddihellis]

[when Chinese military and also Nighthawk training come in handy for first aid, actually.]

You do know people die from a hit to the head all the time?

And if you hit your head this badly more than once in quick succession... traumatic brain injuries are how you stop being able to do anything for anyone, including yourself.

Moving the wound won't change the damage to the brain--because that is what a concussion is, you know. The force of the blow sent your brain right against your skull--or your skull against your brain.

[leaning to the side so he can look directly at him.]

Don't undermine your own problems just because you know someone with worse. People die that way.

[ordimame]

[. . . ??!?!?]

But it's just-- [. . .]

[nnngh, no. . . as dizzy and woozy as he was upon first awakening, it probably was a concussion, wasn't it. . .? he really does need to rest]

Tch. . . [frowns, brows pinching together, and looks away. he slumps a little more against the wall] . . . fine.

I won't push myself.

[presgarddihellis]

[that good, but the initial resistance does prompt him to continue:]

There's no hospital here.

There are no doctors.

Such injuries are treatable in the modern day, but you need to reevaluate what you know of the human body's tolerances.

[this is just the frank, flat tones of someone who has hard memories of a lad growing up in a Victorian setting who also... had to adjust to that reality.]

Mr. Styx is a Grim Reaper. His injuries are quite terrible, but he is not human. And I'm sure he wouldn't like to have to guide your soul to the afterlife, either.

[lecturing done, though. tying off the bandages.]

[ordimame]

[I. . . . . . . . .]

[. . . frowns!! deeply!! and he might be glowering a bit once Smith finishes tying up those bandages and pulls away]

. . . I don't need a lecture.

[presgarddihellis]

If you insist.

[gathering up the excess, not looking to him]

I am glad you all are alive, in any case.

[distant but sincere tones. he has been in so many situations where that has not always been the case.]

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . .]

[he doesn't know what comes over him, but. . . Smith isn't looking at him, speaking with an unfamiliar detachment in his voice, and Puck--]

[-- reaches out to snag his companion's wrist, fingers curling tightly around it. a gentle tug]

Hey.

Look at me.

[presgarddihellis]

[pauses, looking to the hand on his wrist for a moment before looking over to him.

there's no smile. hasn't been one this whole while, actually.]

[ordimame]

[. . . ah. there is something going on here, isn't there?]

We're all alive. [he reiterates. soft, but with emphasis, as if to drive the point home] I'll rest, so my condition doesn't get any worse.

[a tight squeeze of that captured wrist]

. . . we're okay.

[presgarddihellis]

[... ah.

takes in and lets out a breath.]

There are spirits in the halls now. And they may not be as friendly as the nekomata.

Given your group's curse...

[yeah, there's reasons he was fussing.]

[ordimame]

[ah]

[fuck]

[a deep breath in. a slow breath out. his fingers slip away, falling back into his lap]

It was bound to happen sooner or later.

[presgarddihellis]

Mm...

Spirits can sense my affiliation with the spirit realms, but... it might only help a little to manage responses, maybe...

[ordimame]

[. . . gods, does he need a cigarette. does this count as a rainy day. . .?]

We'll. . . figure something out. We've already been talking about it.

[rakes a hand through his hair]

. . . where did the spirits come from? Do you know?

[he is afraid that he does]

[presgarddihellis]

... they appeared along with some voices. When I went looking for the source of the commotion...

[yeah, remember how he had a washer on a string when he came in?]

[ordimame]

[do you think he knows wtf a washer on a string is for. no]

You found us?

. . . great. I really didn't want to be ground zero.

[presgarddihellis]

[it's fine. it'll show up more often.]

I think it's more whatever pulled you into... whatever you experienced, is the ground zero.

[ordimame]

[cool cool cool cool cool cool cool--]

. . . you'll have to ask one of the others about that. I was out cold for the entire thing.

[presgarddihellis]

[... being unconscious that long really is a sign of a bad concussion but saying so would just get Puck scowling at him again, so.]

I will, don't worry.

[ordimame]

[IN REAL LIFE YES BUT THIS IS ANIME, SOMETIMES WE HANDWAVE REALISM. . .]

. . . all right

[. . . another deep inhale-exhale!]

Are you going to be okay?

[because the severe way he kind of shut down while fussing at Puck is a bit. . . worrying]

[presgarddihellis]

[when you're from the more realism based canon and are confronted with anime rules...

as it is, Smith going to look vaguely confused to be asked after like this by the injured party]

I'll be fine.

... I was just being a bit foolish wanting to hope for things to remain peaceful.

[ordimame]

[tbqh his canon is pretty realistic too but IN DWRP I DO WHAT I WANT--]

[giving him a li'l side-eye, as if he isn't quite sure he believes that answer. . . but he lets out a small sight afterwards and doesn't push any further]

Hard not to get our hopes up with two weeks of relative peace and quiet.

. . . so don't be too hard on yourself.

[even he had gotten a little complacent, despite constantly telling himself not to]

[presgarddihellis]

[when you wanted to say that to the person now saying it to you. wow. embarrassing. simply no one must know.

but it gets a more usual smile from him.]

I'll do my best to keep in mind the present limitations, of course.