( closed ) with my fists in the air, if my body's alive

[periastron]

WHO: Sarah Manning & Alexandra Karahalios
WHAT: disasters
WHEN: once Sarah's back from her mission
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES:

Sarah,

( she starts, before immediately falling into a long pause, chewing her lip and just looking at Sarah. Alex has a bag in her hand, and rubs her jaw with the knuckles of her other hand. )

What— what the— what the flipping Christ did you do?

( Her cheeks inflate, and slowly she exhales, before taking a step closer. )

Fucksticks. Are you feeling okay?

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[periastron]

I know. I'm a beast.

( But she drops her arm and rubs her jaw, a bit sheepish. )

[coppelganger]

You work out a lot?

[ Is she humoring her or genuinely asking, the Sarah Manning story ]

[periastron]

I do, actually.

( and, leaning into the absurdity of the situation, briefly hitches up the front of her shirt. The abs, the tattoos (and just ignore the bits scarring, thanks) a briefly flashed before the shirt falls back down. )

So buff.

[coppelganger]

No gyms here. What, are you lifting hay bales?

[ Sarah does glance down when Alex lifts her shirt, and raises her eyebrows in what could either be appreciation or confusion. Take your pick, Alex. ]

Nice tats. [ She doesn't comment on the scars. ]

[periastron]

Anything. Anyone. Hay bales, some horses, you know. Doing pull ups off the ramparts.

( She huffs out a laugh, self mocking. )

[coppelganger]

Lift me, then.

[ She's half joking but half not. Alex is even shorter than she is and pretty skinny, aside from being totally full of shit. ]

[periastron]

You don't think I could?

( She sits up, eyebrow quirked. )

[coppelganger]

No chance in hell.

[periastron]

'Scuse you.

( Alex pushes up out of the bench, a weirdly fluid movement, and looks down at Sarah. Gotta watch out for the ankle, make sure it's alright, but t shouldn't be an issue.

She bends down, hooks one arm under Sarah's knees, and the other behind her back, and hoists her up in a bridal carry. She's small, but she's surprisingly muscular, and begins to dramatically stomp around, a la King Kong. )

[coppelganger]

[ Oh okay well

Sarah is laughing but also sort of smacking Alex's arm to get her to put her down. ]

Oi. Oi! Oi, fuck off!

[periastron]

( One dramatic Godzilla-King Kong-"what the fuck monster sound is that" roar, and Alex laughs, cooperatively starting to move back to the bench. )

What's that? Is that the sound of Marshmallow eating her words I hear?

( Annnd carefully trying to put her down, to avoid wounding her ankle some more. )

[coppelganger]

I swear to Christ, shut up.

[ She's still laughing, and she attempts to struggle out of Alex's grip before Alex can actually put her down. She's not a toddler for shit's sake. Unfortunately that does have the added effect of landing hard on her ass on the bench and absorbing some the blow in her legs. It's extremely painful, and for a couple seconds it feels like she actually might have blacked out. ]

[periastron]

Oh shit, no, careful—

( Nope, there she goes. Sarah whomps down onto the bench, and Alex winces, immediately glancing to Sarah to see if she's okay even though she is probably in a horrifying amount of pain. )

Holy shit, are you okay?

[coppelganger]

[ You know that kind of pain where you can't actually suck a breath into your lungs to respond to the person asking if you're okay, so you just sort of lie there like a statue in agony for a minute??? ]

[periastron]

( It's okay. Alex dips into her leather messenger bag, a battered looking thing that's a bit ratty and probably third hand, and rummages through it to pull out a potion. Something for the pain, to a degree, something for the healing, and she gently takes Sarah's hand. )

If you need to squeeze out the pain, go for it. ( With her teeth, she pulls the stopper off the bottle. ) This'll help with the pain. Just, when you can, slow breaths. Okay?

( And, also: ) I am so sorry.

[coppelganger]

Not your fault, [ she manages to say through gritted teeth. She is definitely squeezing the hell out of Alex's hand, though, and tries to take a few slow breaths. ]

I'm an idiot.

[periastron]

Maybe, ( she agrees, good naturedly. Holy shit, Sarah is wrecking her hand, but she is doing her best to smile through it. )

Both idiots, I reckon.

[coppelganger]

Fuck, [ she breathes, and slowly releases Alex's hand. She manages to struggle into a sitting position and bend over her leg. The ankle is still throbbing, but less viciously now. ]

[periastron]

( Oh, thank Christ. She exhales slowly, hoping Sarah doesn't notice, and holds out the potion for Sarah to help settle the pain. )

C'mon. This'll help it ease.

[coppelganger]

Why do you have this?

[ Of course, that question is not stopping Sarah from grabbing the potion and taking a swig. As soon as she swallows, she seems to relax a bit, and of course goes right back to being shitty. ]

You were planning on dropping me, I see.

[periastron]

I am part of the medical personnel around here. Got a few other things in my bag, but they probably aren't so useful.

( Her wink is conspiratorial. ) Or that's the defence I'll stick to.

[coppelganger]

You're a vet.

[ Very deadpan. ]

[periastron]

Which it really fucked that I have the most advanced surgery experience, eh?

( She exhales, a horrified huff. )

Gnarly shit.

[coppelganger]

You seriously doing surgery on people?

[ She takes another drink of the potion to disguise the look on her face, which is a combination of grossed out and worried as fuck. ]

[periastron]

Only sutures and stuff like that, nothing invasive, but it's a possibility. Mostly I'm working on animals, but I'm helping with stuff like techniques and how to clean shit up properly and germs. I dunno.

( She shrugs, and runs her fingers through her hair. )

I've been trying to figure out decent anaesthetics and stuff, too, but... I'm not a chemist. And even if I was, I mean, the technology and a bunch of the plants here are totally beyond what I'm familiar with.