Knowhere IC

Who: Gambit (1610) & Rogue (616)
What: A bit of playing doctor.
When: After a few days of fighting.
Where: Outside on a bench.
Rating: High for Language and Gambit
Status: Closed - Complete

( He was alone now. )

Who: Harry Dresden
What: The aftermath of the battle
Where: His apartment
When: Sometime after the fight
Warnings | Status: Injuries, naked man, narrative | Complete

( Harry didn't know how he'd gotten home )

I need a Coke, 12 vicodin, a very pretty woman with soft hands, and a long vacation after that.

Compensation for dealing with the trauma of my new nightmares is also requested.


So what happened with everyone else?

[posting from his hospital bed, voice a little tight with discomfort, but also a little spacey, thanks to the pain killers]

Still alive and not made of plastic. A+. Means I can ground my son from now until the end of time. Maybe beyond the end of time. We've got science-y types here. Is that possible?

Torunn, I'm going to need to borrow your sword. Don't worry. It's for a good cause.

It feels quiet now.

[Private to Whoniverse Characters]

Donna is gone. At first, I was worried she might've been killed, but I checked. The portal took her back to where she came from.

Mindless and unsatisfying. I am Angela of Asgard and if I am to be stuck in yet another dimension I would know whether there is ice cream to be found.

Does anyone need anything?

[Private to Clark Kent]
How are you doing? How's your vision?

Is there a list of casualties?

She's probably not up for visitors, but I'm going to leave Shepard some flowers - anyone know where she is in the Med Bay area?


Also, Ryder, Kerrigan, how are you two holding up?

Right, so. A telepathic dog is a new one even to me.

What. The. Hell?

Pretty sure that this isn't where anyone should be.

Hospital beds aren't big enough. Don't fit three brothers and two dogs. I demand to speak to management.

I heard there was quite a fight just recently against undead bionic creatures that use their victims bodies as hosts? And, we're on a giant space head. With a talking ball of fur.

Must be Thursday.

Where are you? I can feel you. I know you're here, somewhere.

Where are you and who are you?

That went a little bit better than last time, I think. Unless I'm forgetting about something terrible the other guy did?

The beds in Med Bay are full and we're understaffed. If you come in to visit a loved one, stay out of the way or help out. Any one of us can give you manageable tasks that will be a huge load off our shoulders.