town meeting, alien breaking hoa rules

[amberhearted]

Who: OPEN
When: January 25th, Saturday, 5:00PM and onward
Where: Elian Price’s house – specifically, the basement
What: The Numbers discuss how to go about addressing the alien in the farmhouse. Nothing could go wrong, certainly?

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[sucrosity]

Yoko winces. She could've predicted the yelling and the grab to her arm, but she's worried enough that she hadn't even thought about bracing herself for the somewhat inevitable. "Fine! Fine, I'm grounded! But you can't ground me right now, there's more important things to worry about!"

She shakes his shoulder, carefully but insistent. "Can you walk?"

[amajin]

He's definitely forgotten his face is broken and his knee is also broken as he grips her leather covered arm, staring into her face with only one eye as his other is starting to swell closed. "You're grounded right now, and your first job as a grounded daughter is to please take me to the hospital." He shuts his mouth for a moment, feeling abruptly nauseous.

Her shaking him doesn't help, either. "Don't shake me and no I can't walk. I've got a sliver too." He pulls up his other hand and looks at his palm. "Aw man, slivers all over. I'm gonna be a hedgehog." He's just... casting around for ways to still be the big strong guy in charge for the moment, even though his hand trembles with the pain and he definitely can't drive himself to the hospital.

He wasn't scared when he got hit, he wasn't scared at all. He was totally ready to shoot the shit out of that snake, but the second he saw Yoko and realized she was here, it was as if all the bravery drained out of him and he just wanted to get her out of here, and it was poison to realize he just couldn't.

[sucrosity]

He looks awful. Awful, and tired and, well, old. even around the swelling rising from his eye. It's unsettling and frightening, and Yoko's grip loosens, her elbow stilling. She takes a deep breath, and looks up over her shoulder. "First we've gotta get out of the way," she says, and shifts up. First aid training plays in her head. "Bad knee... Oooh, you get to be the test dummy for my fireman's carry," she says, the humor tense as she leans forward. She pulls on her hand pointedly in order to try and dislodge his hand from her arm.

"C'mon, dad, we can't be in the way," she says, more softly. He's looking a little green--she hopes being upside down over her shoulder isn't going to push him over the edge into being sick. It's already going to be a tough drive home.

[amajin]

"But I wanted to be bride-carried," he whines, though he emphatically doesn't, with his fucked up knee. He swallows down his bile as he lets go and sits up as best he can without messing up his knee. The kneecap is definitely broken... He's reasonably sure that he's never going to be as motile as he was before, ever again. He is a doctor, after all.

"Yeah, yeah. I need to get out of here as fast as possible, and so do you."

[sucrosity]

"Yeah, okay, princess," she answers, and he won't be able to see her unimpressed expression within her helmet, but it radiates off her despite that. She looks again over her shoulder and then moves to stand. Pull him up, over her shoulders, hold his thigh and his wrist. Not that hard, she doesn't think. That very first pulse had made her strong enough. She grabs him under the arms. "You know how this goes! Right?" His medical degree wasn't that long ago, right?

But his continued admonitions about her needing to get out of here are chafing. "I'd be better off here than you are..." she grumbles, her head near his shoulder as she adjusts her grip and starts to lever him up. Keep the weight off of his knees, Yoko, she reminds herself.

[amajin]

"I'm the queen, you're the princess." Buut he can't keep talking while she's lifting him. In fact, he's definitely having to concentrate very hard on not vomiting even just moving a little bit.

He steels himself as she lifts him. She's too strong. She's way stronger than she should be... He should be the strong one. He feels a stinging in his eyes that distracted him just a little from the pain everywhere else. He wants to say that it's moot how much better she would be, since she's taking him, but he's being lifted so he can't.

[sucrosity]

"Uh-huh," she drones, and then she's distracted, going as fast and as carefully as she can over the broken furniture and other various broken household items (and wall pieces, and glass, and everything else) so she can find her way out of the damn house, away from the snakes.

All of her instincts are telling her to stay: those things can't be allowed to run loose and let anyone get hurt. But the seventeen year old girl she still is just wants to tuck her dad in the passenger seat of his car and go to the damn hospital. At least that would make sense, in some way.

[amajin]

They're going very fast, in his opinion. He's not sure when this little thing who he used to watch toddle around the floor aimlessly managed to grow into somebody who, albeit smaller than him, is much stronger. It's easier thinking about that than about the jostling of his knee.

She's grown, and they're in danger, and he can't protect her. She has to carry him out? When did this happen? Well, probably about one second after he shattered his kneecap... Or maybe just one second before she got back that echo that gave her super-strength... He's never felt so old. Well, in this life. Maybe he'd feel better when he got echoes back of being older than he is now.

Right now, he's reliving the last page of that shitty kid's book "I'll Love You Forever," but where he's the old lady and his kid's the grown adult dude. He's actually tearing up now, this is stupid. Stop having a cat's in the cradle moment while giant snakes are ravaging a farmhouse you're trying to get out of!!