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Date: 2022-09-26 10:52 pm (UTC)I have some secrets.
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Date: 2022-09-27 11:16 am (UTC)Start of Exit Wounds flood
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Date: 2022-10-09 09:56 pm (UTC)You alright?
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Date: 2022-10-09 10:05 pm (UTC)[Reassuring, surely.]
My room. I've got cuts up my forearms - could use the help bandaging them, actually.
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Date: 2022-10-09 10:10 pm (UTC)[He bounds in Tim's room, first aid kit in hand.]
How bad is it?
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Date: 2022-10-09 11:05 pm (UTC)"Not as bad at it looks, honestly," comes Tim's voice from the bathroom, over the sound of running water.
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Date: 2022-10-09 11:07 pm (UTC)"Come on." He reaches out for a towel to dry him off.
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Date: 2022-10-09 11:51 pm (UTC)They're also gouged over thick scalpel lines: ones just barely healed so that they won't bleed, that go straight up his arms and join over his collarbone, where they proceed up his neck and circle his face in a thick, precise loop, and down his bare chest into his pants, lancing neatly through a fully healed mess of what would have been ugly gouge marks from blunt, dull claws. When he turns to look at Jacobi there's also a fierce bruise on his temple, but the scuffed skin there is clean and dry.
"Well, at least you're looking good," he comments dryly. At least he doesn't sound like he's suffering from the blood loss.
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Date: 2022-10-10 12:22 am (UTC)"Don't you just love the bloody-- gratuitous injury floods?" he comments, actually taking the moment to look now that he's not so distracted by bleeding out. Because... well. Some of these are familiar, and he frowns as he uses the mirror to examine the old gouges down his chest.
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Date: 2022-10-10 01:27 am (UTC)"But what's the point of this? Every flood has a point. Something we're supposed to learn."
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Date: 2022-10-10 01:58 am (UTC)He glances down at his hands when they're both bandaged, and grimaces; there's already faint hints of spotting around his wrists where the lines are the most dense, and his eyes follow up the thick straight line still extending up over his front.
And his eyes widen a little, as something like realisation clicks.
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Date: 2022-10-10 02:05 am (UTC)And then he sees that look.
"What is it?" he asks, searching him for anything else that needs attention.
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Date: 2022-10-10 02:13 am (UTC)He actively traces the scalpel lines now, tilting his face so he can see the full extent of it in the mirror.
"It's the lines I-- when we were in the Domains, these are the lines It followed to skin someone. I... think it's supposed to be about Danny."
He'd gotten his bicep band tattoos restored on the last port, so the line cuts straight through them. Something about that's probably supposed to be poetic.
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Date: 2022-10-10 02:22 am (UTC)"Oh fuck this."
He turns his attention back to Tim.
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Date: 2022-10-10 02:26 am (UTC)"Well, aren't you glad we graduated you when we did?" he comments wryly.
He tilts his head again, giving that one bruise on his temple an annoyed glare, now that he recognises it for what it is, and sighs briskly, before he picks up the towel to start cleaning his chest up where the spray covered him.
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Date: 2022-10-10 02:29 am (UTC)So much that it actually scares him. "Well, knowing people on this ship, it's good to have someone who is mostly functional."
He gestures to Tim. "Because I guess everyone is going to just be bleeding constantly around here. Like you."
He reaches up to put his hand on Tim's face, just underneath that bruise. "What's this?"
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Date: 2022-10-10 02:38 am (UTC)"Connor," he says simply, continuing to dry his chest. "When you hacked him. Pistol-whipped me out cold and shoved me in a closet with Taylor's dead body."
Funny, how when he says that, the scuffed skin seems to clear a little.
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Date: 2022-10-10 02:50 am (UTC)"I remember when you came to yell at me about it."
He doesn't remove his hand. "I'm sorry, Tim. That was...easily the shittiest thing I've ever done, you know. To Connor, yeah, but to you."