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tampered2012-10-28 12:30 pm
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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.]
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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I think I should not have asked.
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And she remembers he said he liked being close to people. And the story of the cave, which could be true as much as it could be a well-spun story. Still, it has her turning around again, and walking solemnly to his bedside one more time.
She reaches out and wraps her hand around his wrist. Touch. As much as she can and will give, but to last him some, in case the tale was true.]
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[He thinks Sif is leaving. He doesn't at all expect her to turn around again, and, oh, he thinks he follows. It's hard to but he is instantly reassured anyway, that she's been listening, that she's presently here. All he manages aloud is "oh," quietly. He can't verbalise anything else. Putting his other hand over hers at his wrist, he smiles at her.]
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The smile widens a bit. She titls her head.] Try not to start giving names to our would-be children already, will you.
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Ah. But. I know a Sif. What makes you think I've not started already?
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Please spare the details. I should like to think all Sifs are not the same.
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