11. PSA + open spam

[orderfromchaos]

[Public]

If you're hurt, call me, especially if you're stuck somewhere. I can get around okay and I have healing abilities.


[Private to Elsa]

Where are you? Are you alright?


[Spam, open]

[On the midway, Dillon is cheating. He spins the wheel and hits the jackpot every time. He is fairly well covered in confetti. He has a couple vials of what are, according to their garish font labels, antidotes for regrettably unspecified toxins, three small EMP-grenades, one very large stuffed unicorn that is neither a robot nor attacking, tall hot-pink galoshes that he will absolutely wear in the flooded areas, and an endless spring bazooka painted like an anaconda that he has, wisely, not yet opened.

At other times, Dillon can be found literally anywhere else on the barge, working his way through the levels, search for anyone in need of help. His presence has some downsides - damaged nanocreatures repair themselves much faster as he passes by - but he does what he can to help.]

Comments

[Public]

[maced_eggs]

What if - and this is only a hypothetical - what if you're the one doing the hurting? Would you still want a call?

[Public]

[orderfromchaos]

Yeee-es?

If someone is hurt. I want to help.

Please don't hurt people.

[Public]

[maced_eggs]

See, that's a question. Do you want to help the people hurting, or the ones doing the hurting?

I don't want you along if it's the former.

[Public]

[orderfromchaos]

That doesn't sound like you.

[You are so messed up, Mason. What are you on. What are you literally on.]

[Public]

[maced_eggs]

I don't know what to tell you, Dill Pickles. It's me. It's all of me.

[Public]

[orderfromchaos]

It's not. It's really -

[Choke, switch gears. He avoids the word regret, because that's generally a good way to make people dig in just to spite you.]

You know I can see the future, right? This joke is going to get old really fast.

[Public]

[maced_eggs]

Don't you tell me when a joke's getting old, Dillon. I like the joke. I think it's going to become a classic.

[Public]

[orderfromchaos]

If you tell me where you are, you're the one I'll help.

[By which he means, get whatever the hell is making you act like this out, good grief.]

[Public]

[maced_eggs]

No, that's not how this game is played, I'm afraid. You don't get to know where I am.

[Public]

[orderfromchaos]

I'm not the one playing games, Mason.

Just. Remember it. Offer's open.

[The odds of Mason surviving too many attempts to murderously prank most of the barge residents are - Dillon knows the odds. They're miniscule. But on the off-chance that he ends up alive but wounded enough to notice in his clown-drugged state.]

[Public]

[maced_eggs]

Toodles for now, Dillon.

private

[bothfoulandfair]

In my room. I'm fine.

Where are you?

private

[orderfromchaos]

[A breath of relief.]

I'm still on our floor. I can come visit you but I think some of this stuff might be airborne. You should...maybe keep the door closed.

[Ha. Ha. Ha. That's an actual joke. Making him tell her that.]

Just until it's cleared up.

private

[bothfoulandfair]

I don't think that's going to be a problem for me.

[See look, she knows it's a joke. 83]

Be careful, please.

private

[orderfromchaos]

I'll be okay. Promise.

[This is not quite the same as promising to be careful. But he means it.]

If you want your powers - any time, not just when we're all in crisis mode. You only have to say.

[There's no particular expectation in his voice that she'll take him up on it right now. It could make things worse if she freaks out, and there's some freaky shit going on. But the option is there.]

private

[bothfoulandfair]

[She should be terrified at the idea of getting them back. She'd been happy that they were gone at first.

Now, there's a part of her that misses being able to protect herself, even if she might hurt someone.

(Sometimes, she thinks some of the people here deserve to be hurt.)]

Thank you.