week 3; friday post-investigation; laundry room; cw eye trauma

[polyapathy]

[So sometimes you take a halberd to the face and you're stuck with a normie farm girl who doesn't know what the fuck to do...

Katy leaves Beck in the laundry room just long enough to go track down Haymitch and Dick. They don't get much prep going in—Beck's hurt, it's bad, she might be missing an eye, oh god—but she'll lead them back to the laundry room as soon as they're able.]

Oh, um... There was a severed arm in the elevator.

[Said quietly to just Haymitch and Dick for now. Again, no need to worry Beck with that right now.]

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[uncurtained]

[Okay, hm. While her face is getting rubbed with ice:]

Can you guys... Maybe talk about this later?

[Anyways.]

I can't feel it.

[polyapathy]

And keeping all our resources locked up tight is?

[She rolls her eyes, but lets out a sigh when Beck tells them to quit it. Fine, fine.

She'll do her best to watch as Dick does the stitches, though. Seems a useful skill to have around here.]

[oraculi]

[They'll talk later, presumably. Instead: he sips his stolen alcohol and watches Dick go to work. He knows vaguely how this is done, but not well.]

Where'd you learn this?

[unpredicktable]

[ yeah later is fine. dick is kind of busy going to work suturing beck's face, though he gave her?? something?? to bite down into. i forgot what i was going to use so now eli can decide. it takes him a few seconds to understand what Haymitch is asking. ]

I've been crime fighting since I was nine. I've been trained in a lot of things. No superpowers. Gotta make up for it somehow.

[ he says this like it's a normal thing to talk about a nine year old out on the streets fighting crime and people with superpowers?? he doesn't seem to have any issues talking while working, at least, and he's. clearly trying to do this as fast as he can because

ow ]