⇨ THE EPILOGUE

[ringleaders]

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 61
Where: The Carnival
What: After all the rescues team return, it will be matter of tending to the wounded and getting the hell out of dodge. The Ringmaster can handle the fleeing part, but someone will need to look after those in the medical tent. Or, maybe, you just want to show up and ask what the hell happened.
Warnings: Some messed up consequences of faerie fuckery.

IN REPAIR↴ As the minutes tick past, all four rescue groups will eventually return. Everyone in the carnival is encouraged to help out, ensuring that the rescues and victims both are taken care of after the fact. You can tag in here as rescuers taking care of business around the carnival, victims recovering, or other workers checking in to see what's going on. This log is for general aftermath threads, made by anyone.

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day 62

[exaomori]

Shura only dropped by the med tent to make sure that a certain four-eyed medic had stopped to eat, not to hassle any of the patients. But when Lambert greets her in that drugged out way, Shura has to stop. Less out of concern for his health and more out of curiosity—was there something on his face?

“You’re lookin’ pretty perky for someone in your condition, nya! They musta given you the good stuff.”

[whattaprick]

Lambert doesn't have the energy to snigger, but he does smirk. There is, in fact, something on his face: 'IDIOT' still written in permanent marker on his forehead, on the side that isn't bandaged, but he obviously doesn't notice or care.

"And you look..." he squints. Considers. Considers a bit too long, actually, that he loses his train of thought and his eyes drift back up to the ceiling.

[exaomori]

Sure, some men might have difficulty describing Shura's beauty and state of undress, but she doesn't think that Lambert is one of those men. It's definitely whatever meds they have him on. It's probably for the best that Shura doesn't carry markers on her, as she might be tempted to add on to what's already been written.

"Nyaa, speechless? I figured a worldly man like you would be lost for words!"

[whattaprick]

Shura's voice brings Lambert back to earth, looking over at her with a puzzled frown like he'd forgotten she was even there. In all likelihood, he probably did -- Lambert has a lot on his mind right now.

"...Underdressed," he finishes, grinning. "You here to kiss me better?"

[exaomori]

"Underdressed?" She echoes, glancing down at herself. Itsy bitsy bikini and short shorts? No, she was dressed just fine. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her around before--unless he was being rude, in which case she could dig around for a marker and draw some dicks on his face to go with the IDIOT on his forehead.

"Nyeheh, a guy in your condition couldn't handle something like that~ Maybe when you're able to stand we can talk, 'kay?" Be nice to the drugged out supervisor, be nice...

[whattaprick]

What's a little harmless flirting when you're incapacitated, considering it's not going anywhere either way? Lambert sniggers, then winces as the motion jostles banged-up ribs.

"You're younger than my usual type, anyway."

[exaomori]

"Aah, you're the kind who prefers the mature type, huh?" A little flirting never hurt anyone, and considering the man was stuck in bed for the time being, Shura can humor him a bit. "Too old to be playin' with the girls anymore, are ya?"

[whattaprick]

"What can I say? It's time to settle down. Can't do that chasing after every--" Shura isn't wearing a skirts so. "--ass I see. I've gotta have standards."

[exaomori]

There is just the sightest twitch in her eye. Be nice to the injured man, be nice to the injured man... "Nyaha, mister, you gotta be careful of how you say that!"

[whattaprick]

"I'm sure you'll find some taker," Lambert answers, lazily, perhaps not appreciating exactly how close to death or further injury he's come.

"How are the brats doing? I haven't seen them around."

[exaomori]

Some taker? She ought to--

Be nice. Be good. He's drugged. If she thumped him, she'd have more work thrown at her or have to listen to Yukio fuss at her.

"The kids, nya? Well, Shima will probably pass out soon enough, I guess. Rin's--well, he's keeping himself outta trouble." 'Unlike you,' Shura tacks on in her head, keeping that thought to herself.

[whattaprick]

"Mm," Lambert says noncommittally, his gaze wandering again (for better or worse, not lingering on Shura).

"I remember that ... I think." He frowns. "That black fire takes a lot out of him, right?"

[exaomori]

"Somethin' like that." Of course, Shura had only seen Yamantaka herself on one occasion, and she had been mostly occupied with other things back then.

But so long as he isn't being too obnoxious, Shura will entertain his question. "He ain't that interested in trainin', so his stamina's not that great overall to begin with. It isn't really unusual that using a demon like his wipes him out pretty quick."

[whattaprick]

"Stupid," Lambert answers, lazily. "Even if he hates it ... ought to know how to use it. Or not use it at all. What's the point of half-assing it?"

[exaomori]

"Maybe that's more fun to him." Shura couldn't blame him for dodging training. It usually was a giant pain, especially when you were being guilted or forced into. If it wasn't for the fact that he was busy being a double agent, Shura would think it perfectly acceptable to let his 'gift' go to waste.

[whattaprick]

"Bet that drives his family crazy." Lambert's smirking as he says it, though, but the expression smooths out again as he grows unfocused and distracted. He doesn't seem to have any more conversational prompts for Shura at the moment, but he's still abstractly attentive, if the lazy flick of an ear is any indication.

[exaomori]

"Mm, probably." But probably not for the exact reasons Lambert's thinking. Shura takes the moment to peer around, looking for any sign of Yukio. He's not there; he probably would have poked his head in and told her to stop bothering the patient by now.

"Did they say how long your recovery time was gonna be?"

[whattaprick]

"Probably..." Lambert frowns, then admits, "But I don't remember."

The tip of his tail twitches, where it's peeking out of the sheets.

[exaomori]

"Doesn't matter so long as they're givin' you the good stuff, huh?" She glances towards his tail, then back to his face.

"That Four-eyes in gonna yell at me if I distract you too much, so I guess I outta let you be~"