shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Heh, point taken, but don't underestimate a good puukko.
(Oneira cuts the dress shirt so she can get a better look at the bolt wound before wiggling the bolt out.)
I'm going to pull out the bolt now and disinfect the wound, this is going to hurt a little. On one hand bolts are nice in that they usually don't have hooks, on the other hand they can do some crushing damage. Let's hope your tendons are alright!
(She pulls the bolt out and generously applies rubbing alcohol to the wound so it doesn't infect. Doesn't bleed much, but shoulder wounds rarely do. Oneira puts a sterile bandage pad over it and sticks it down with some medical tape.)
You won't be able to use the arm for a while, and you ought to get it to an actual docterrorist who can check how far the damage actually goes, but from the position of the bolt it should heal decently. I'm going to prop you up to get your arm in a sling and look at your hand. Hope you won't faint on me, heh.
(Oneira imagines a Generic Object that won't slide away, and props Reed up against it with her healthy shoulder)

 

You guys know it would be quicker if you just willed the wound healed, right?

 

hhhhhH OW. okay. okay. no, i don't think there were... hooks... (she pants) thanks. well, i'd take your advice but who knows if i'll even remember this when i... wake up....

...i didn't fall asleep, i was in the middle of a job - ow! sorry - and then i was just here! fuck, i hope i'm not just out cold on the goddamn floor. i had better not be going crazy.

oh, hell. (reed, however, is too scattered to will herself anything.)

 

Bianca comes over and attempts to lick Reed's face, because she is fairly tame, given that Ford willed her to exist here. She wants Reed to feel better very badly, so...Reed should at least start to heal.

 

(Oneira puts the arm in question in a sleeve, and then takes a look at the hand. Well, bloodied like that she won't see much!)
Gotta clean this some first, but I'm going to go straight for the isopropanol again to keep the wound or wounds clean.
(Oneira pats the hand with a tissue that has been drenched in rubbing alcohol. Well, doesn't that look like it won't be usable for a bit as well.)
Alright, this here looks worse than it is, but it should heal good if you keep it still. Gonna bandage it up now.
(The hand gets wrapped in a bandage. There's no way Reed will be able to use it much without removing it.)

 

nngh. pro tip: it doesn't pay to grab knives by the knife end.

that wasn't my PLAN, but the fucker saw me going for it and.. (she gestures)

hey, weird dog. (she smiles a little at @Bianca)

 

you know, "don't break into the station's best security company with a handful of underprepared do-gooders" is PHILOSOPHICALLY similar to "don't grab a knife by the knife end." maybe i oughtta examine my choices, here.

 

Bianca makes a snuffly noise at Reed.

((This is a happy noise for a thylacine.))

 

(reed tries to pet the thylacine with her good hand, occasionally wincing)

 

Bianca will allow herself to be petted. She likes this.

 

not all of us can do that, you racist!

 

I don't think race has anything to do with whether you're able to do that or not.

 

racist means vwhatevwer i vwant it to mean!

 

That's not how words work, kid.

 

vwords are fake! vwe made them up!!

 

For a purpose! A purpose that can't be fulfilled if they don't have consistent meanings!

 

I CANT HEAR YOU OVWER THE OVWERVWHELMING FAKENESS OF LANGUAGE, LA LA LA.

 

I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER HOW RIGHT I AM, LA LA LA!

 

I CANT HEAR YOU MORE THAN YOU CANT HEAR ME.

 

I CAN'T HEAR YOU NOT HEARING ME!