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When; Saturday, 10/27
Rating; Unknown, but Circus-related body horror in many threads
Characters; Bruce Banner, Luke, Serrure, Sif, Asami Sato, open to anyone in City Solutions or with a good reason to be there
Summary; Bruce has ended up treating several of the Circus' victims and now they're cluttering up his lab and apartment. Open post for people to visit Luke, Serrure, and Asami or pester Bruce (and possibly Sif)
Log;

Bruce's lab and apartment hadn't been intended as a makeshift hospital ward, but there they were. He'd set Asami up in his bedroom and Luke and Serrure were still kept in separate rooms to keep their magnetism from dragging their wounded bodies back together.

He's immediately available by network, but at the moment he's in his kitchen brewing up some chamomile tea. More accurately the water's heating and he has his forehead pressed against the stainless steel door of his fridge.

[ooc: Just set up threads for the various temporary residents for easy visitation.]

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[How that he's back on his feet again, the first thing Axl thought he should do is check in on Luke and Serrure. After all, he needs to make sure wasn't shot in the leg for nothing.

There are a lot of strange noises coming from Luke's room, and he thinks it best to maybe knock first.]

Erm, Luke? It's Axl.

Axl!!! [A cheerful shout. And a following thump, as Luke stands up to rush and let him in, and only manages to overbalance and fall down.]

[Yeah, he'll risk walking in. Oh, Luke floor puddle.]

Are you okay?

I don't know. It might have been worse, but I begin to believe increasingly that might be said of anything. My shoulders are still lost. Perhaps it will end soon. If not, I might resort to some really serious seiðr. Really dreadfully--Axl! You rescued us, you know. That was wonderful. Ripped the cage apart, bent into a tangle, oh, I might write an ode. I think I shall write an ode, Axl, acting, axe-arm aiming/a club clashing, Axl, warrior daring and most doughty... No, well, perhaps when my head is not clouded. Help me up so I may hug you.

Man, what drugs do they have you on? They must be seriously brilliant. Come on.

[He's not sure about the hugging but he does drop down to help Luke into sitting position, mindful of the bandaged areas.]

Lots of them, Axl. Endless. Lots and lots, my body works through them very fast. And my shoulders throb, so that it is better to over than underdose. [Once he's sitting, he gives Axl a sort of low hug, not overworking his messed up shoulders.] What was it like to fight with Sif, then? That's something like what happened, isn't it?

[Oh hey, hugs. Have some awkward back-pats.]

Sif's the ponytail chick, right? She was way cool. I don't really remember too much after the arrow.

[Thankfully for Axl's awkward, the hug doesn't last long.] That was her, yes! She's stern, but rather good. How is whatever it was that was pierced?

It's alright now. Leah did some, like, magic shit and made it feel way better.

How about you? You look like you're still in a pretty bad way.

I would be better on my own, but my shoulders and S'roki's arse are not healing. They remain open. He advises, well, he said he regretted looking up avulsion, but I saw it directly myself! It stays open. We were peeled grapes, sewn together, which truly seems unnecessary, I mean, what would that do that a regular stitching would not.

I'm glad Leah helped you.

has she been to see you guys? Cause you need it heaps more than I did.

No, no, it wouldn't help, it doesn't matter, if our magic won't heal it, Leah won't manage.

So you guys have magic, too?

Well. Usually. Except right now we don't. Let's stop sitting on the floor, alright? Our species, I mean, really. [He pushes up off of Axl, and walks back over to flop down on his bed.]