Brighteyes McStabbass, Party of Two

[myironeyes]

[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.]

Comments

Re: Spam

[routemistress]

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.

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

...Panda?

Re: Spam

[routemistress]

[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.

Re: Spam

[with_my_teacup]

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.

Spam

[routemistress]

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!

Spam

[with_my_teacup]

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