open

[acreage]

WHO: Holden, you!
WHAT: A catch-all for the month(?)
WHEN: After Satinalia and onwards
WHERE: Kirkwall, Gallows
NOTES: There'll be post-murderhaus stuff in here, so there may be references to some of the horror movie occurrences!

Starters will be in the comments! I'm sorry, I'll write a real log one day.

Comments

[innerharbor]

"So you got out thanks to Two Dicks," Amos says, "and the Sister, and enough people to run a peep show. Everybody make it?"

[acreage]

"And Athessa," he murmurs, "And Barrow, and, yeah, the others."

There is no universe where he repeats and enough people to run a peep show. He'd name them all, but Amos likely knows, or can find out, if he wants to.

"Everyone got out alive, thank God. It could've been worse than it was."

No thanks to him, but a positive's a positive.

[innerharbor]

"Huh," he murmurs, "have to make the rounds later. You wanna give out fruit baskets?"

Only long association with Amos would let a man know he's joking. Longer association would tell that man that if he said yes, Amos would still get the fruit baskets.

[acreage]

Holden actually bursts out laughing, then has to lean backwards with a "Shit, ouch."

Maybe the joke is or isn't quite as funny as all that, but it's just nice to be — back.

"I just remembered you actually can get fruit baskets around here."

The novelty is fresh again, even after all these weeks here; probably will continue to be, every time they discover something new that's easy to get around here.

[innerharbor]

Amos makes the sounds of laughter in return, because it's what's expected. "Shit, yeah. As long as you don't tear a new hole in yourself. The food'll fall right out."

[acreage]

"I'll do my best," he says, wry, and adds more softly, "What I wouldn't give for an autodoc around here. I think I saw someone carrying a tank of leeches earlier."

[innerharbor]

"Yeah. Cap? If I get busted up, put me in the ground before they pull out the leeches." It's not entirely serious, but not entirely not.

[acreage]

Well.

"I promise I won't let anyone leech you. Same goes for any other horrifying technique we don't know about yet."

Anything that definitely won't help him, anyway.

"That's one thing I'll say about magic." Ugh, magic. "It's a lot better for healing than some of these alternatives."

[innerharbor]

Amos looks Holden over. "They magicked you already?"

[acreage]

He hums an affirmative.

"Considering the other options, I wasn't about to stop them."

Emergency field medicine was only going to take him so far, and he has zero desire to wait out natural healing times.