[after an OOC discussion about men wearing lingerie]
You are using:
<Eyes> some eyeliner
<About Body> a clear plastic trenchcoat
<Hands> some nail polish
<Legs> a pair of shiny leather pants
<Feet> Urban Commando(tm) boots
Nexus Plaza
Jacobin is standing here.
Rafe bobs his head and taps his feet to the music in his headphones.
Rafe glances around the plaza, silently mouthing the words to some song.
Rafe waves cheerfully at Jacobin and continues bopping to the beat.
Jacobin smiles.
Rafe takes slow, rhythmic steps over to a bench and sits down.
Rafe shakes his head frantically and begins 'drumming' on his knees.
Rafe sways from side to side on his bench, patting his knees rhythmically.
Rafe closes his eyes and croons silently and soulfully.
Saalshar arrives from the west.
l saalshar
Your gaze falls on a man who stands 6'02"; his dark gray
skin being the first thing you notice. HIs dark gray eyes give you the
once over. His stark white hair is pulled back into a small ponytail.
<Head> a snap-brimmed business hat
<Eyes> some mirrorshades
<Neck> a fluffy feather boa
<Neck> a silk tie
<Torso> a dress shirt
<Outer Torso> a swan feather coat
<About Body> a long overcoat
<Waist> a dress belt
<Right Wrist> a set of cuff links
<Left Wrist> a set of cuff links
<Hands> some leather gloves
<Legs> some executive suit slacks
<Lower Legs> some silk dress socks
<Feet> a pair of dress shoes
<Held> a silver skull-headed walking stick
Jacobin begins to think.
Jacobin says, 'So quench yourself and drink the water that flows below her head.'
You tell saalshar 'I thought you were wearing lingerie, or something. nevermind. go away, now. <laugh>'
Saalshar tells you, 'Er... I don't wear drag.'
Saalshar frowns.
Rafe bites his lip and sways to the music.
Saalshar stops using a swan feather coat.
Saalshar wears an executive suit coat on his outer torso.
Saalshar stops using a fluffy feather boa.
Jacobin cackles.
You glare at Jacobin.
Saalshar leaves down.
Jacobin says, 'Just a burden in my hand.'
Rafe pulls off his headphones and looks at Jacobin. 'What?'
Jacobin says, 'New David Bowie album. Tomorrow.'
Rafe squeals with delight. 'Oooh! Really!'
Jacobin says, 'It has a song on it called "All the Pretty Things Have Gone to Hell."'
Rafe jumps up and bounces on the balls of his feet, his eyes alight.
Jacobin smiles.
Rafe nods in agreement. 'They have! Even me.'
Lucien arrives from the north.
l lucien
a tall man with multiple piercings that look hand-done. he carries around
a notebook and writes in it occasionaly.
<Face> safety pins
<Ears> safety pins
<Torso> a t-shirt
<About Body> a cloth trenchcoat
<Legs> a pair of jeans
<Feet> a pair of sandals
<Wielded> a walking stick
Lucien looks at you.
Jacobin smiles.
Lucien raises an eyebrow.
Rafe smiles and waves at Lucien.
Lucien says, 'hello'
Rafe shuffles his feet and licks his lips self-conciously.
You say, 'Um... hi.''
Rafe lowers his gaze and bites his lower lip.
Rafe cocks his head at Lucien. 'Hey... What's in your notebook?'
Saalshar arrives from below.
Saalshar tells you, 'Happy!?'
Lucien says, 'I used to make maps for a living, but that was long ago.'
l saalshar
Your gaze falls on a man who stands 6'02"; his dark gray
skin being the first thing you notice. HIs dark gray eyes give you the
once over. His stark white hair is pulled back into a small ponytail.
Saalshar is using:
<Legs> a g-string
Saalshar leaves down.
Rafe starts to talk to Lucien, then pauses and stares, open-mouthed, at Saalshar.
Lucien sits down.
Saalshar arrives from below.
Rafe stutters, 'I... uh...'
l saalshar
Your gaze falls on a man who stands 6'02"; his dark gray
skin being the first thing you notice. HIs dark gray eyes give you the
once over. His stark white hair is pulled back into a small ponytail.
Saalshar is using:
<Head> a snap-brimmed business hat
<Eyes> some mirrorshades
<Neck> a silk tie
<Torso> a dress shirt
<Outer Torso> an executive suit coat
<About Body> a long overcoat
<Waist> a dress belt
<Right Wrist> a set of cuff links
<Left Wrist> a set of cuff links
<Hands> some leather gloves
<Legs> some executive suit slacks
<Lower Legs> some silk dress socks
<Feet> a pair of dress shoes
<Held> a silver skull-headed walking stick
Rafe points at Saalshar, confusion on his face. 'I just saw him nearly naked! Really!'
Rafe shakes his head and blinks at Saalshar.
Rafe rubs his eyes with his fists and swears quietly.
Saalshar blinks.
You exclaim, 'I... I'm not even high! This isn't fair!'
Lucien mutters something about Russians and potatos.
Jacobin looks around in obvious confusion.
Saalshar shares the same expression. 'Ya saw me _how_!?"
Rafe looks at Jacobin with a pleading expression. 'You saw it, didn't you?'
Katlyn has arrived.
Rafe takes a step back from Saalshar, a nervous look on his face. 'Nu.. nuthing, man.'
Lucien stands up.
Jacobin looks at Rafe, "I'm sorry, I wasn't really paying attention."
Saalshar just looks at Rafe with a stupid expression on his face.
Jacobin:
Piercing eyes and medium length brown and blond hair are what you first notice
about Jacobin. His mannerisms and poise reveal he's polished and deceptive.
Despite the lack of a suit, he has a corporate air to him.
Jacobin is using:
<Torso> a tuxedo shirt
<Outer Torso> a tailcoat
<Waist> a rattlesnake belt
<Hands> some leather gloves
<Legs> a pair of shiny leather pants
<Feet> a pair of alligator-skin boots
<Wielded> a straight wooden cane
Lucien is off in search of fermented Russian potatos.
You tell Saalshar, 'you bastard!'
Lucien leaves south.
Rafe huffs and puffs a bit, trying to come up with something to say.
You say, 'I... He...'
Lucien arrives from the south.
Jacobin raises his eyebrow and speaks a few hushed words to Katlyn.
Rafe looks searchingly around the plaza for other near-naked people. Finding none, he sighs tiredly.
l katlyn
Enormous grey eyes sparkle faintly with a mixture of mirth and half hidden pain,
silvery blonde hair falling in a haloed cloud to frame petite ivory features. Her smile curves softly, somehow telling of girlish innocence lost, tragic.
Katlyn is using:
<Neck> a ruby necklace
<Torso> a leather bustier
<About Body> a leather trenchcoat
<Hands> a diamond engagement ring
<Legs> a pair of dark leather pants
<Feet> a pair of thigh-high boots
<Wielded> a whip
Lucien gives you a shot.
Lucien says, 'drink up Rafe'
Rafe gives Lucien a grateful look and tosses the shot back.
Katlyn flashes a light smile to Jacobin, soft.
Katlyn whispers something to Jacobin.
Jacobin nods.
Rafe shakes his head and looks at Lucien. 'Thanks, dude. I... I don't think I've ever had a flashback, before. At least, not like that.'
Lucien raises an eyebrow. "A flashback of the LSD variety?"
Rafe shrugs evasively. 'LSD or something else. I've heard lots of things can cause them.'
Jacobin smiles.
Rafe gives Lucien an assessing look. 'You do recreational drugs?'
Katlyn leaves north.
Saalshar gives you a g-string.
Saalshar grins.
You say, 'hmph.'
Rafe looks down at the g-string in his hand and blinks.
Saalshar whistles as he walks to a bench and sits.
Rafe holds the g-string up by his thumb and forefinger. He waves it at Lucien. 'Can you see this?' he asks.
Lucien says, 'unfortunately'
Saalshar tells you, 'lol'
Rafe with a voice tinged with hysteria, Rafe says, 'That man just gave it to me. But, but... he was *wearing* it a few minutes ago!'
Saalshar arches an eyebrow over towards Rafe. 'Wha?'
Lucien looks at Saalshar.
Lucien raises an eyebrow.
Saalshar looks at Rafe like he's smoked too much crack. 'What exactly are ya talkin' 'bout?'
Rafe gasps and furrows his brows. 'I.. uh...' He looks at the g-string, then back at Saalshar. 'Um, didn't you just give this to me, mister?'
Lucien says, 'Rafe, I recommend sleep.'
Saalshar shakes his head in disagreement with you.
Saalshar says, 'Uh... no.'
Rafe stomps his foot and wails, 'NoooOOOOoooo!'
Rafe wads up the g-string and throws it to the ground.
You drop a g-string.
Saalshar gets a g-string.
Rafe stomps on the g-string repeatedly, panting and cursing.
Jacobin seems oblivious.
Rafe blinks.
Rafe sits tiredly on a bench and slumps, looking at the ground.
Saalshar leaves down.
Rafe gets a pill bottle from a nylon hockey bag.
Rafe opens the pill bottle and peers dejectedly into it. He sighs and digs a coupla pills out and looks at them, as if considering.
Saalshar arrives from below.
Rafe opens the pill bottle and peers dejectedly into it. He sighs and digs a coupla pills out and looks at them, as if considering.
Rafe smiles slowly, a mischievous look spreading over his face.
Rafe pops the pills, then gets two more from the bottle and takes them, too.
Rafe puts the pill bottle back in his bag and relaxes against the bench, waiting for the pills to kick in.
You wear a cheap pair of headphones on your ears.
Jacobin begins to think.
Jacobin leaves north.
Rafe closes his eyes and adjusts the settings on his headphones.
Jacobin arrives from the north.
Jacobin sits on a bench.
Jacobin wears a pair of alligator-skin boots on his feet.
Saalshar leaves down.
Rafe hums quietly, his eyes still closed, as he listens to his music.
Jacobin looks at you.
Saalshar arrives from below.
Rafe's mouth starts twitching, although the rest of him seems relaxed.
Saalshar looks at Jacobin.
Jacobin looks at Saalshar.
Jacobin smiles.
Rafe's hums start to sound more like whimpers. He starts tapping his feet rhythmically, probably to the beat of the music in his headphones.
Saalshar leaves down.
Jacobin chuckles.
Saalshar arrives from below.
Saalshar nods.
Saalshar leaves down.
Rafe clenches his fists and bites his lower lip. His whimpers are definitely not musical, but he remains seated with his eyes closed.
Saalshar arrives from below.
Saalshar walks over towards Rafe. 'You alright, mang?'
Rafe's eyelids twitch like someone who's dreaming. He doesn't hear Saalshar.
Saalshar goes to place a hand on Rafe's shoulder.
Jacobin looks at you.
Jacobin shrugs.
Rafe jumps at Saal's touch and sits up straight. 'Ahh!'
Jacobin looks at Saalshar.
Jacobin chuckles.
Rafe's eyes pop open, and he looks around fearfully and pulls off his headphones.
Saalshar blinks and removes his hand. 'It's alright, mang.'
Your gaze falls on a man who stands 6'02"; his dark gray
skin being the first thing you notice. HIs dark gray eyes give you the
once over. His stark white hair is pulled back into a small ponytail.
Saalshar is using:
<Head> a snap-brimmed business hat
<Eyes> some mirrorshades
<About Body> a long overcoat
<Hands> some leather gloves
<Legs> a g-string
<Feet> a pair of dress shoes
Jacobin nods.
Saalshar flashes Rafe unexpectedly.
Saalshar closes his overcoat
You OOC: ROFL
Saalshar leaves west.
Saalshar arrives from the west.
Jacobin stops using a top hat.
Jacobin wears a top hat on his head.
Rafe stares and pants, his eyes flicking quickly around the plaza. 'I... I didn't see that. I didn't s..see that.'
Jacobin looks at you, "See what?"
l saalshar
Your gaze falls on a man who stands 6'02"; his dark gray
skin being the first thing you notice. HIs dark gray eyes give you the
once over. His stark white hair is pulled back into a small ponytail.
Saalshar is using:
<Head> a snap-brimmed business hat
<Eyes> some mirrorshades
<About Body> a long overcoat
<Hands> some leather gloves
<Legs> a g-string
<Feet> a pair of dress shoes
Jacobin stops using a pair of boxer shorts.
Jacobin wears a pair of boxer shorts on his legs.
You point at Saalshar.
Jacobin looks at Saalshar.
l jacobin
Piercing eyes and medium length brown and blond hair are what you first notice
about Jacobin. His mannerisms and poise reveal he's polished and deceptive.
Despite the lack of a suit, he has a corporate air to him.
Jacobin is using:
<Head> a top hat
<Neck> a bow tie
<Legs> a pair of boxer shorts
<Feet> a pair of alligator-skin boots
<Wielded> a straight wooden cane
You scream.
Jacobin leaves north.
You OOC: damn you both!
Jacobin arrives from the north.
Jacobin shrugs.
Saalshar looks at Jacobin.
Jericho arrives from the west.
Rafe gibbers and twitches, clenching his hands and biting his lip.
l jacobin
Piercing eyes and medium length brown and blond hair are what you first notice
about Jacobin. His mannerisms and poise reveal he's polished and deceptive.
Despite the lack of a suit, he has a corporate air to him.
Jacobin is using:
<Torso> a tuxedo shirt
<Outer Torso> a tailcoat
<Waist> a rattlesnake belt
<Hands> some leather gloves
<Legs> a pair of shiny leather pants
<Feet> a pair of alligator-skin boots
<Wielded> a straight wooden cane
Saalshar continues to blink at Rafe.
l saalshar
Your gaze falls on a man who stands 6'02"; his dark gray
skin being the first thing you notice. HIs dark gray eyes give you the
once over. His stark white hair is pulled back into a small ponytail.
Saalshar is using:
<Head> a snap-brimmed business hat
<Eyes> some mirrorshades
<About Body> a long overcoat
<Hands> some leather gloves
<Legs> a g-string
<Feet> a pair of dress shoes
Saalshar flashes Rafe.
You point at Saalshar.
You exclaim, 'You!'
Jacobin looks confused, "What?"
Jericho slinks into the plaza, with the flowing crowd.
You say, 'You.... you... uh...'
Rafe shoots Jacobin a pleading look. 'He's wearing... uh... ' He gestures significantly at Saalshar.
Rafe looks at Saalshar and moans. 'Under his coat!
Saalshar leaves down.
Jericho leaves south.
Lucien looks at you.
Saalshar arrives from below.
Rafe tries to look at everyone at once.
Jacobin looks at Saalshar.
Jacobin shrugs.
Jacobin says, 'I don't see a g-string.'
Rafe whimpers quietly and pulls his legs up on the bench, clenching his body into a little ball.
Saalshar nods his head in agreement with Jacobin.
Jacobin sighs.
Saalshar says, 'I ain't seen one either.'
Saalshar mumbles something about drugs and a crackpipe.
Rafe shakes his head, trembling.
Lucien pokes Rafe with a spork.
Rafe shrieks in terror as he is poked.
Lucien says, 'you need sleep Rafe'
You exclaim, 'No no no no no no NO!'
Rafe shakes his head frantically.
Rafe points at Saalshar, his lip trembling as if he's about to cry.
l saalshar
Your gaze falls on a man who stands 6'02"; his dark gray
skin being the first thing you notice. HIs dark gray eyes give you the
once over. His stark white hair is pulled back into a small ponytail.
Saalshar is using:
<Head> a snap-brimmed business hat
<Eyes> some mirrorshades
<Neck> a silk tie
<Torso> a dress shirt
<Outer Torso> an executive suit coat
<About Body> a long overcoat
<Waist> a dress belt
<Right Wrist> a set of cuff links
<Left Wrist> a set of cuff links
<Hands> some leather gloves
<Legs> some executive suit slacks
<Lower Legs> some silk dress socks
<Feet> a pair of dress shoes
<Held> a silver skull-headed walking stick
Jacobin looks at Saalshar.
Jacobin shrugs.
Saalshar looks at himself and then at Rafe. 'What?'
Rafe whispers, 'No. no.'
Lucien leaves north.
Saalshar walks a bit closer to Rafe. 'What's the problem, vato? You keep pointin' at me like I'm doin' somethin'.'
Rafe shrinks back into the bench, shaking his head back and forth. 'Nuh.. nuhh...'
Saalshar lowers his voice a bit.
Rafe shoots Jacobin a pleading look, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.
Saalshar whispers to you, 'Like that g-strin'?'
Saalshar turns around and walks away from Rafe.
Jacobin waves.
Jacobin leaves north.
Rafe's head whips back around, and he gapes at Saalshar.
Rafe shouts, 'NO!'
Saalshar turns around and looks at Rafe.
Saalshar asks, 'Wha?'
Rafe quietly whimpers, 'No?'
Saalshar looks confused as he shakes his head, lowering his shades a bit. 'What the fuck is your problem?'
Rafe's face screws up into a grimace of misery. Tears begin to roll down his cheeks.
You say, 'I.. I didn't ask for this,' he whimpers.'
Saalshar just blinks a few times, still looking confused.
Rafe shivers and draws his arms more tightly around him.
You OOC: Meanie. Picking on a poor drugged-out faery.
Saalshar looks at Rafe as he removes his shades completely.
Saalshar stops using some mirrorshades.
Saalshar asks, 'Alright. Are you trippin' on somethin' or what?'
Rafe nods uncertainly at Saalshar.
You sniff sadly.
Rafe wipes his nose with the back of his hand and pouts unattractively.
Saalshar nods his head. 'That's probably what's goin' on. I sure as hell ain't gonna wear a g-strin'.'
Rafe glances compulsively at Saal's groin area, then drags his eyes back up to his face. He nods tentatively.
Rafe whispers, 'Right.'
Rafe scrubs at his face with his hands, smearing his eyeliner.
Rafe shakes his head and looks at Saalshar again. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
Saalshar leaves north.
Saalshar arrives from the north.
Saalshar drops a g-string.
Saalshar drops a g-string.
Saalshar grins.
Saalshar leaves north.
Rafe shrieks in terror and points wordlessly at the g-strings on the ground.
Nexus Plaza
A G-string lies like dental floss on the ground.
A G-string lies like dental floss on the ground.
A wide pool is here, recirculating cool, clear water.
An ASA bottweiler patrols the city streets.
You point at nothing in particular.
Emphyrion arrives from the south.
Rafe shakes his head and begins to cry.
Brandon arrives from the north.
You point at nothing in particular.
Rafe sobs and points at the g-strings on the ground.
Emphyrion stops mid-step and looks to Rafe, spitting on the ground he asks loudly 'Something wrong, Candy-Ass?'
l emphyrion
Seeming to tower above you, his slight form enhancing this, Emphyrion brushes past you. Something about him seems, well..."wrong". Maybe it's the way he walks, or perhaps the red stains on his boots...
Brandon walks in from North Hatan, shoulders slumped, back hunched, and head lowered. His hands are shoved in his pockets as he pushes his way through the crowd.
Rafe cringes back into his bench, tears running down his cheeks. He squints at the big guy.
Emphyrion looks at you.
Emphyrion shakes his head and sits down on the edge of the pool
Rafe's lower lip trembles, and he looks around with wide eyes.
Brandon scans the crowd a bit, raising his head just enough.
Brandon looks at you.
Rafe glances fearfully at the g-strings on the ground.
Emphyrion asks, 'What's buggin' ya?'
Brandon looks at Emphyrion.
Rafe points wordlessly at the g-strings, his face the epitome of horror.
Rafe whimpers quietly.
Emphyrion stands up and walks over to Rafe. He grabs him by the shoulders, tobacco smell still clinging to him.
Brandon looks down at the g-strings as he walks passed them. His head jerks back a bit as looks at them, stopping. 'What the hell?'
Rafe shakes his head back and forth, shrinking into the bench away from the big, tall guy.
Emphyrion shakes Rafe violently, 'Snap outta it, kid!'
Rafe begins sobbing loudly, his shoulders shaking and his fists clenching.
A bag lady gets a g-string.
A bag lady wears a g-string on her legs.
Rafe slumps in the man's grasp, sagging with defeat.
l bag lady
Homeless but not penniless, this dirty old lady spends her days searching
for money and recyclables and her nights searching for a place to sleep.
Her shoes are worn thin and her hair falls out in clumps, the results of
sometimes going for days searching for scraps of food, but her clothing
and jewelry make it clear that she makes more than enough living off the
profits of others to pay her taxes.
a bag lady is using:
<Legs> a g-string
Brandon blinks at the bag lady.
Brandon looks at a bag lady.
Brandon tells you, 'YES!!!'
You OOC: <laugh>
Emphyrion looks at the bag lady and cringes in disgust
Brandon finally continues on his way. 'Hope no one was wearing that before... '
Rafe sobs and points at a bag lady.
Rafe shakes his head and whimpers.
You exclaim, 'L... look!'
Rafe stutters, 'Do you see that? What she's wearing?'
Emphyrion stands up and looks around, shading his eyes with his hand, 'Yeah, what about it?
Brandon slides down onto a bench, slouching.
Rafe looks at Emphyrion with amazement. 'You see that?'
Brandon looks over at Rafe and nods slightly. 'Yeah. Probably only underwear she's going to have.'
Emphyrion says, 'Yeah? They tend ta do that...pick up stuff off the ground'
Emphyrion asks, 'What's wrong?'
A bag lady leaves east.
Rafe cries out with delight and wraps his arms around the tall guy's waist, heedless of the smell. 'Oh, thank you. Thank you!'
Brandon looks at Rafe and chuckles a bit.
Emphyrion plants his hand on Rafe's forhead and pushes back, struggling to get away, 'ACK! Get off, Candy-Ass!'
Rafe releases the man and blinks with confusion. 'Uh, sorry,' he says blurrily.
Emphyrion straightens his shirt up and brushes it off, 'Thanks..but I don't really go in for that...'
Rafe looks accusingly at the g-string on the pavement. 'Do you see *that* too?'
Rafe points at the g-string.
Emphyrion asks, 'Yeah, I see that too...what's so bad about it??'
Rafe is heedless of his social faux pas. He seems completely fixated on the g-strings.
Rafe blinks and gazes at the tall guy with admiration, possibly worship. 'Thank you,' he sighs.
Emphyrion says, 'Er...yeah...'
Brandon snaps his fingers a few times at Rafe. 'You alright?'
Rafe blinks and turns towards the snapping. He smiles dreamily. 'Oh, sure.... Why?' He cocks his head and grins crookedly.
Emphyrion shakes his head and jams his hands in his pockets, fumbling for something. He draws out a cigarette and a lighter. Looking around cautiously, he lights it up and takes a few drags.
Rafe purses his lips and looks at the tall guy's cigarette. 'Ooooh, there's no smoking in public areas. You know that, right?' He giggles.
Brandon shakes his head and looks a bit confused by the look. 'Uh.. yeah.'
Emphyrion looks at a clock floating by, 'Yeah, I know that...Do I look like I care?'
Emphyrion leaves south.
Rafe licks his lips sensuously and closes his eyes. He sighs contentedly.
Brandon watches the guy leave and laughs.
Rafe looks at the g-string with purposeful intent. He reaches for it and manages to fall off the bench onto his hands and knees.
Rafe crawls towards the g-string, never taking his eyes off it. His gaze is quite obsessive.
Nexus Plaza
A G-string lies like dental floss on the ground.
A wide pool is here, recirculating cool, clear water.
Brandon is sitting here.
Rafe crawls near the g-string and slows, biting his lip with concentration.
Brandon lowers his glasses just a bit, a black eyebrow arched as he puts his hands on the back of the bench. He watches, unsure what to make of the scene.
Rafe reaches one hand ever so slowly towards the g-string, as if he's afraid it will run off. He holds his breath.
Brandon has that look like he's about ready to leave the Plaza soon.
Rafe suddenly pounces on the g-string, covering it with both hands, panting with exertion.
Rafe lets loose with a victory cry that can only be described as "primitive". He shrieks with delight.
Brandon says, 'Uh... it wasn't going to run away.'
Rafe draws the g-string in his hands close to his chest and rolls over on his side to gaze at Brandon.
Rafe's mouth forms an 'o' as he looks at Brandon. He blinks and grins, still laying prone on the concrete.
You giggle.
Rafe holds out his left hand with the g-string clutched tightly within. He beams proudly.
Rafe says huskily, 'It's real. I got it. It's really here!'
Rafe's eyes roll back in his head, and he slumps the few inches to the ground, his mouth hanging open.
Brandon blinks a few times. 'You okay?'
Rafe's hand relaxes with unconciousness, releasing his prize, the g-string.
Brandon moves to his feet and over towards the unconcious body. He exhales letting out a 'fuck.' He stands over the body. 'Hey, buddy? Can ya hear me?'
Rafe's eyelids twitch, but he does not move.
Rafe breathes deeply and evenly, a slight smile on his face. Clearly, he's overdone it this time.
Brandon cups his hands and reaches down into the pool, gathering water. He splashes it on Rafe's face. 'Hey!'
Brandon tells you, 'Brandon doesn't know firstaid. :P'
Rafe remains unconscious.
Brandon takes a deep breath as he stands up and looks around the crowd for some help. 'Anyone a doctor that could help me out?' He points down at Rafe. 'He passed out.'
Brandon scowls a bit at the crowd, growling. He pulls out his cellphone and dials a number and presses it to his ear.
Rafe moans quietly, but does not move.
Brandon ICs: *cellphone* Got an emergency. Some guy's passed out here and I'm thinking it's drug related.
Rafe moans quietly and moves his head, shifting slightly on the ground.
Rafe begins retching and coughing, but he does not appear to wake.
Brandon listens to his cellphone. He pulls it away from his ear and growls a bit more. 'Great fuckin' medical team this city has.'
Rafe drools onto the concrete.
Brandon puts his cellphone back to his ear and speaks into it.
Brandon ICs: *cellphone* Someone's passed out in the Plaza and isn't looking too good.
Brandon goes to nudge Rafe with his boot a bit. His voice booming. 'Hey! Nod if you can hear me!'
Brandon looks at you.
Rafe does not nod. He does not even twitch. He is still breathing, though.
Rafe lies very still, just breathing and drooling. His eyelids have stopped twitching, finally. His breaths come quick and shallow.
Brandon hangs up his cellphone and slams it down against the bench, breaking it. Frustration is evident as he grows. 'Motherfuckers. I'll do this shit myself.'
Thoras arrives from below.
Thoras looks at Brandon.
Thoras looks at you.
Rafe drools on the concrete, still unconcious.
Thoras frowns.
Brandon reaches down, going to grab Rafe's form by a shoulder and a knee.
Thoras twists his lips in a helpless frown, hurrying his way through the plaza.
Thoras leaves south.
You OOC: any IMMs available, interested in RP?
You OOC: Well, maybe it's for the best that I choke on my own vomit and die.
Cat OOCs: Brandon, at least turn him over on his side...
You OOC: Somebody *does* care!
Cat OOCs: No, I just don't want to get anything on my nice new boots when I go sauntering through NP...
Rafe's body shudders, making his limbs tremble.
Rafe's torso begins to spasm, and odd choking noises come from his mouth.
Brandon grabs Rafe by his shoulder and his knee, and grunts as he hoists him up onto his shoulders.
Rafe retches loudly and vomits on Brandon's back.
Liam arrives from the north.
Brandon growls a bit. 'Not his fault. He's fucked up.' He looks southward as he adjusts Rafe on his shoulders.
Liam frowns.
Liam looks at Brandon.
Rafe lolls limply on Brandon's shoulder, drooling slighlty.
Brandon looks back at the eyes on him, a disgusted look on his face as vomit runs down his jacket. He turns his head back around and glares at the crowd blocking his path.
Liam grimaces, shaking his head slightly.
Brandon doesn't turn around as he speaks. 'If you want to help, it'd be appreciated. If not, then gawk at something else.'
Brandon starts towards South Hatan, using Rafe's feet to kick and move people out of his way and getting looks and words for it.
[to the hospital]
Panacea Hospital Main Entrance
Rafe moans and drools, twitching slightly.
Reception Area and Patient Records
A wide desk with the Panacea logo curves around one corner of this room,
across from a row of chairs and pictures of the hospital board on the
wall. A directory of the hospital resides nearby. A doorway opens north
into the Family Practice clinic, another south into the Emergency Room
waiting area, and halls lead altenately east and west to the street and
interior of the building.
An emergency medical technician runs to someone's aid.
A large receptionist looks down at you.
Brandon looks at the receptionist. 'Notice what's on my back? He's on something. I don't know what the fuck to do. Fix him!'
Brandon carefully puts Rafe down in front of the desk. He stands up and glares at the receptionist. 'I'd work on your fucking phone lines too. As much as we pay in bills here, I think you'd have _something_ that's efficient be it staff or equipment.'
A nurse arrives from the south.
Rafe slumps in the chair, but doesn't fall off, due to Brandon's careful placement. The emergency room personnel take over.
Brandon looks down at Rafe and then back at the receptionist. 'Yeah, if I don't see him walking in a day. I'm coming back, and I won't be happy.'
Brandon looks at the personnel and nods satisfied as he turns and walks out of the hospital.
Brandon leaves east.
Rafe twitches as he's taken into the emergency room.
Liam OOCs: (grin) There's a laundry mat up the street, Brandon :P
You OOC: ah. Vomit stains? <blinks eyelashes innocently>