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There'll be trouble when the kidz come out

Who: All remaining draftees
What: Zombies! Zombies! Zombies!
When: The 29th to 31st
Where: Vaskoth
Summary: Please read here for event information
Rating: B for BRRAAAIIIINSSSS

On the 29th, the Malnosso announce over the radios that the power cap will be lifted to a full 100%. Carol broadcasts a message.

On the 30th, the Malnosso declare Vaskoth completely lost. Those with radio access will discover that the enclosure is to be bombed.

On the 31st, survivors will have one last chance to evacuate or try to find the cure. 3PM is do or die.

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I've thought as much myself.

[He resists the urge to touch his still badly swollen nose. It hurts. It bloody well hurts a lot. He doesn't need to touch it to check that.]

...do you want to tell me who it is you pissed off to earn that, or should I guess?

[zShe'd tried ignoring it, but here, in this light? It's awful. Part of her wonders if it is broken.]

How do mortals put it...

Oh yes. I fell onto a doorknob. Whoops.

Edited 2012-10-30 08:24 (UTC)

Bullshit.

...As you still have both eyes, it wasn't Clint.

[The remainder of the list wasn't exactly a short one, but it had to be someone Loki would bother speaking to while he was as mortal as she.]

He doesn't much look like a doorknob at any rate, even if he has the brains of one.

Loki, you've a particularly angular face- whoever hit you needs their hand tended to as well. It would make my life and job much simpler if you told me-

...

What the hell did you tell Stark?

[Not that it would take much but. That seemed the safest bet.]

He's a bit of a knob too, but not nearly brassy enough. [Loki waves a hand.] Next guess?

[Infuriating. Why are all the men and gods in her life so very infuriating? She sighs and rolls her eyes, muttering.]

Oh I don't know Loki, your mother?

[Loki grins. Ow, that makes his nose hurt.]

I haven't one. Next?

I suppose you sprung forth fully formed from the ether then.

[She leans against the counter and tries to glare.]

Ben wouldn't, Luke hasn't left Ami's side, Steve is dead, Howard's left the enclosure, I do not think you speak much at all to Bucky nor would you have cause to do so- so you've either made a very new friend or you are lying. Which. Is not a surprise in the slightest.

Or your bro- thor, has made a mighty appearance from one of the other enclosures and thought he should say hello. Or you attempted to give yourself a new nose and failed horribly.

[Loki gives her one of those utterly infuriating smiles of his.]

Someone dropped a bad golden egg from a magical goose on the floor, it broke open, and here I am.

I swear to you. I was minding no one's business but mine own, looking for a cup of coffee, and one doorknob tripped my whilst another jumped in front of my face. It was quite terrifying.

[Utterly infuriating indeed, and at the same time the sheer absurdity of what he had to say pulled a broken, wretched laugh from her. She covers her face with a hand and lets more bubble out.

She hasn't laughed since the draft announcement went up. Hasn't felt like she'd earned the right to that kind of levity with so many bleeding, infected, and dying around her.]

Tricky bastards, those doorknobs.

The most vicious inanimate objects known in all nine realms. Be cautious, Lady LeBlanc. They are always watching.

[Loki grins at her laugh, even if that does make his face ache a bit. He's been having a rather horrible week. It feels strangely good to... amuse someone.]

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Now you sound as paranoid as Gregor.

[She hiccups a faint laugh and motions to his face, wiping away a few tears of mirth from her eyes.]

It is not broken, is it? It seems intact.

Oh, is Gregor paranoid? No wonder we get on so well.

[His lips twist.]

I'm afraid it is. That doorknob hit nearly as hard as Lady Sif in a temper.

...point out the doorknob later so I might have words with it.

[Not that she expects him to do so, now or ever, but the idea is somewhat amusing. She lifts her hands to set it, hesitates before actually touching him, and quirks a brow.]

May I?

The doorknobs all look so alike, Lady. I'm afraid I am not equal to such an exacting task.

[He nods.]

You certainly won't make it worse.

Your faith in my abilities is overwhelming.

[She snorts and rests her thumbs along either side of his nose, bracketing the cracked cartilage. It wasn't that far out of line.]

On three. One, two-

[Of course she cracked it back into enlightenment early. She always did.]

And three.

[He had expected that.

He still curses, tears of pain flooding his eyes. It's words in an alien language that no know good translation to a human, but the tone says it all.

He backs away, one hand cupped over his nose.]

[She offers gauze for any blood that might have been dislodged, an ice pack in her other hand.]

Breathe through it.

[Pain must be entirely different when he did not have his godly resistance. Part of her is worried. Part doesn't care. A smaller, more useless part of her is viciously pleased that he has some idea of what it is everyone else must endure in this place now.

She does what she can to ignore it.]

[Loki takes the gauze, and concentrates on breathing. Really, he'd just like to punch Adele, but he knows that won't do any good at all. And she did, technically, just help him.

Pain is definitely a different experience now. He doesn't like it at all.]

...One moment.

[Morphine he didn't care for, and he would need something he could use and still be able to work while taking. There was a small rattle at the bottom of her case- a plastic bottle with but a handful of pills left. Vicodin. She offers them over with a bottle of water.]

This shouldn't make your mouth taste odd.

I... appreciate the offer. But not knowing what they might do to me, it would be foolish indeed to experiment now. [Even deprived of his natural powers, he is still most assuredly not human.]

[She had thought as much, but it would be callous to not at least make the offer. The pills and water are set aside and she tilts her head in the direction of the stack of bandages she'd set in the room before she fetched him.]

Strip.

Goodness, Lady. Such demands you make. [He begins unfastening his collar, a teasing smirk on his lips.] With Obi-wan like a brother to me, this seems most inappropriate.