nimona is curled up in a corner somewhere for the first like half hour of curfew because she's disassociating but it's fine. she refuses to get in the ballpit. also have her copypasta for injuries:
she's a little healed up, by this point. she's not bandaged or anything, but there's still blood everywhere, and purple sludge that never got wiped away. she has long claw marks dragged up her arms and legs, as well as her torso - and in the middle of her chest is that stab wound, where it almost went through her heart. otherwise, she's covered in burns. it doesn't look like fire necessarily did this - it looks more like a burn from light, like something sliced through her. a ring of light being thrown.
[ stops making fun of siz and puts this here because they are once again attached bu if nimona is not in the ballpit neither is ace. he's got a little tamagotchi he pulls out and plays with sporadically when it beeps for attention.
he's cleaned up a little but not really bandaged either but unlike nimona's insane list of injuries he's just looking vaguely burnt and donked up. the important thing is his black eye on his singular eye because it's funny. also still wearing shirts.
anyway at some point he goes closer to the ball pit and starts methodically attempting to make a pyramid with them ]
[ he's not trying to hide it! the little creature looks like a little blob with one blue eye. it is wearing a top hat with goggles on it. very steampunk-y ]
[reigen is just here checking on nimona and datz. still a little bloody from carrying cyoaers back, with his suit jacket gone. he will. just sit in the ballpit i guess to make room for the injured people to stretch out.]
[ as the sole mouse on this floor for some reason, i'm saying we got a bunch of our million pillows down here for this.
datz is looking a whole lot better than he did when he got back from cyoa, at least — he's cleaned up the blood and changed into less wrecked clothes, and while he's still banged up and using his scarf as a makeshift sling, there aren't any open wounds anymore. he's still doing his best to appear cheerful whenever anyone looks at him, and may have taken some pretty strong painkillers to help with that. it's fine.
every so often there's some stomping on the floor above them, and he summons an apple to chuck it at the ceiling in response with his good arm. ]
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nimona is curled up in a corner somewhere for the first like half hour of curfew because she's disassociating but it's fine. she refuses to get in the ballpit. also have her copypasta for injuries:
she's a little healed up, by this point. she's not bandaged or anything, but there's still blood everywhere, and purple sludge that never got wiped away. she has long claw marks dragged up her arms and legs, as well as her torso - and in the middle of her chest is that stab wound, where it almost went through her heart. otherwise, she's covered in burns. it doesn't look like fire necessarily did this - it looks more like a burn from light, like something sliced through her. a ring of light being thrown.
she will take a pillow, though.]
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her brain is just really offline sorry saya]
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he's cleaned up a little but not really bandaged either but unlike nimona's insane list of injuries he's just looking vaguely burnt and donked up. the important thing is his black eye on his singular eye because it's funny. also still wearing shirts.
anyway at some point he goes closer to the ball pit and starts methodically attempting to make a pyramid with them ]
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... He's needy.
[ that's the explanation ]
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then leans in closer to look at the tamagotchi with curiosity. ]
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it kinda looks like this, but his little blob has a tophat with goggles on them, and the whole thing is color coded blue. ]
This used to be my eye.
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a pause, and then she glances over at rita and offers her the little owl plush in her arms. here. you can have this if you want, for a bit.]
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CHECKS ON AGGRESSIVELY]
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[their poor cyoa gang.]
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It's very inconvenient.
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she is just going to sink into the ball pit after she's done fretting because maybe the memshares can't get her here. it's fine.]
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she is running away from rita the whole night. farewell forever.]
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datz is looking a whole lot better than he did when he got back from cyoa, at least — he's cleaned up the blood and changed into less wrecked clothes, and while he's still banged up and using his scarf as a makeshift sling, there aren't any open wounds anymore. he's still doing his best to appear cheerful whenever anyone looks at him, and may have taken some pretty strong painkillers to help with that. it's fine.
every so often there's some stomping on the floor above them, and he summons an apple to chuck it at the ceiling in response with his good arm. ]
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When'd you get hurt?
[he missed it? ]
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[ also blinking ]
Uh, today. Went on one o' those things, like you.
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