myironeyes | Brighteyes McStabbass, Party of Two

[Spam in the infirmary, shortly after this thread.]

[Marsh arrives gingerly bearing an unconscious, injured Riddick. He has several damaged ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and possibly a conscussion. Marsh answers questions curtly and does not interfere with Infirmary staff, but nor does he allow himself to be sent any farther that a few feet from Riddick's bedside. He's angry and worried and agitated, not that anyone who didn't know him well would be able to see it among his usual scowls.]

We have reason to believe he is not in his right mind. Are there restraints available?

[OOC: open to Infirmary people, whether official or just hanging around there, and to anyone who knows about the fight and wants to check in on Marsh and Riddick before Zane's announcement.]

[Spam slightly later, near/after Zane's public query, for Riddick and then Ben]

[Riddick wakes up, ribs taped, his shoulder back in its socket and wrapped with an ice pack, wrists and ankles in metal cuffs, with Marsh looming attentive and still beside him.]

[Private to Iris]

[He's even more shut down than usual.]

Please come to the infirmary. Riddick appears to be one of those modified.

You can...help. Right?

[Please.]

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[And she does; it's strange, momentarily, to find herself once again upright on two feet when her mind's still standing foursquare, tail up and tongue lolling in a grin of triumph.]

...You can let me wrist go any time now, lovey.

[Riddick takes a few seconds to establish his surroundings, to figure out where he is and whose wrist he's holding before he actually lets go. He untwines his fingers carefully, almost delicately.

His brain feels scrambled, his memories feel disjointed and disconnected and wrong, like they don't fit in, and he's in some pain here actually.]

...did I miss a flood announcement.

[He didn't break it, but Iris can feel the ligaments and tendons protesting as he releases her wrist. She rubs it absently with the fingers of the other hand while she finds an elastic bandage and another icepack.]

Bloody Alpha got at you. I've got a banging 'eadache now and all. It's still a bit of a mess in there, but you'll recover.

[Anger clouds her face briefly, then it's eclipsed by a swift grin of satisfaction.]

That's a lovely brain you've got there, sweetheart.

...Thank you. I think.

...Ned's inmate. Is Ned all right. The kid with the coins, Zane, he was bleeding, is he-?

Ned's ...no one's attacked 'im.

[All right isn't what she'd call it.]

Zane got 'urt but 'e's fine now. I noticed you were a bit grumpy. At the party and stuff. I just never thought nothing of it; like I told Ned, this is the barge, we all act unusual on a regular basis.

I'm rambling so I don't go and rip Alpha's 'ead off and piss down the stump.

Listen, lady, if me and Rogue don't get to kill him, nobody gets to kill him.

[She grins, because she knows that they're both absolutely sincere. And that neither of them will.

And then she dips and, unless he cues her plainly not to, drops a gentle kiss on his forehead]

That's my Riddick. Welcome 'ome.

Your Riddick, huh. [He's amused, a little wary but not aggressively so, and tips his head to offer it up for her kiss.]

What did you ... do in there? Something's different.

I'd've 'ad to 'old off Fake You and Real You both if I'd just charged in. I 'ad to come at it sideways. Got under 'is guard being part of you.

[There's an echo of it in the brief contact, too; not from inside this time, but Iris-normal contact, brushed affectionately against the bounds of his private self.]

I couldn't've pulled that off with a baseline human. Your brain's a lot like mine, you know. It's nice.

Can't say anyone's ever flipped that switch deliberately before. Including me.

[The brief tactility, mental and physical, is welcomed. It's not too much of an invasion at that surface level.]

...I got that sense with Narvin, too, when he was on board. Just... familiarity.

...I couldn't 'ave made that work if I 'adn't meant it, Riddick. Calculated, aye. That's sort of 'ow we work. But that deep? I couldn't bring along owt that weren't true.

I miss Narvin a lot.

[Those two statements are not unrelated.]

It was real comfortable when he was around. But I'm glad he's out. This ain't a place to stay longer than you have to.

I love it 'ere. But everyone knows I'm bonkers.

[There's nothing defensive in her tone, only Iris' perennially amused pleasure in the wide spectrum of sentience.]

...Aye, Narvin didn't want to stay any longer. And I'm not short on family, not really; but 'e left a big hole all the same.

You are a little insane. [Friendly confirmation.]

They always do when they go, people you care about. It ain't an environment I can live in forever. I just have to make sure I'm not leaving anyone who can't make it out.

You're a settler, same like Narvin. I've never been owt but a traveller, me. There's nothing settled about this boat. If I could just get Panda to join up, I could stay forever; easy as anything.

...Panda?

[Iris' face takes on that especially luminous smile that strong emotion can pull out of her; Riddick has probably seen it in the context of David Cain.]

My best friend. 'E's, well, 'e's a panda. We travel together. I've been trying to talk 'im into signing on, but 'e's not sure anyone'll take a ten inch warden serious enough.

I could see that being a disadvantage, barge built for roughly human standard like it is. I wonder why that is some days. Maybe there's another barge for sentient non-hominids, fucking up their lives too.

And putting 'em back together.

[Iris is a glass half-full sort of girl; or would be if any glass in reach ever stayed half-full long enough.]

'Ey, that'd be brilliant, wouldn't it? I wonder if we'll run into 'em sometime. We could do a warden exchange program!

I ain't signing up for that. I wouldn't fit.

Brighteyes McStabbass, Party of Two

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