MISSION: GENERAL MAYHEM

[esquive]

WHO: Nikos, Kostos, Athessa, Aleksei, Vance & Marcoulf
WHAT: Killin' a guy in Perendale... outtakes
WHEN: Early Firstfall
WHERE: Perendale
NOTES: OOC info

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post-op recap ota. come thru.

[positioning]

Having evaded arrest and deeming their night's activities more or less successful, Aleksei is free to sigh over the loss of several potential income sources. The scorched fistful of medals torn from the chest of a dead man will have to do, once he works out the best way to sell them.

"Next time, perhaps we use the bees only after we've all left the room," he suggests, mostly for Athessa's benefit, even though she seems to have suffered her fair share of bee attentions.

This seems an easier thing to mention than the fact that half their number are bleeding and singed. It seems like addressing that would need some measure of delicacy.

Maybe on the way home.

[sulahnan]

Athessa pauses in her dutiful administration of elfroot salve on whoever needs it most (she's already seen to her own smattering of bee stings) to give Aleksei a flat look.

"Or we could leave off the bees entirely and just go with good old fashioned shrapnel."

[exsecutus]

"I like shrapnel."

Bleeding, but not very bee-stung, Nikos is glaring down at his traitorous weak self. Both his hands are clamped against the wound at his hip, fingers bunched compulsively. His positive support of this idea does not sound very positive, but it is.

"We did the job asked of us. Filling the place with bees is at least an inconvenience."

[pittance]

"Bit more than what's asked,"

When they'd left Kirkwall, bringing Sawbones' little Satinalia gift seemed overkill. But they're here, and Nikos is — leaky — and his own hands are a little swollen to sew, and Marcoulf's hands paint a whole uglier picture, which leaves:

"Uh, Enchanter," Needle and thread held up from the pouch he's been rooting through. "You want to give this a shot?"

Athessa might be the smarter bet, but he figures she'll pipe up if she pleases. (Suppose they could just wrap Nikos in enough bandages to keep from dribbling the way home?)

[positioning]

"I can, if he will not," Aleksei offers. This at least sounds sincere. When traveling across Thedas getting into scrapes without a dedicated healer on hand, specific kinds of first aid become second nature.

Delicately avoiding his real opinion, which is that cauterizing the wound will stop the leaking.

[esquive]

"Bee stings make a fine token of our visit for the other guests to take home."

--Is an absent thing from whatever margin of the room Marcoulf has folded himself into, busted arm held awkwardly across his body and one sting comically bright and swollen high on his neck.

It's fine.