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[nineteenfortyfive]

If I punished everyone that bled on me, I'd never rest.

How's the foot and the rest of you, Captain?

[willrevile]

I dunno, it seems punitive to me.

I have a cool scar forming. Somewhere between post-impressionist and wet spaghetti.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Now that I'm not acting as your doctor I suppose I can say that you're disgusting.

[willrevile]

You've punctured my heart.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Were it literally, it'd be less awful to mop up than your foot.

[willrevile]

But it'd be way more difficult to be punctual to sickbay.

I don't know how many words that start with pun I actually know. You doing okay?

[nineteenfortyfive]

That wasn't terrible.

I'm okay as one can be. I wasn't meant for a place like this, that's for sure.

[willrevile]

I could have tried to work acupuncture in.

Stir crazy?

[nineteenfortyfive]

You've made your point, Jim.

A bit. I like seeing the sky and the soil. Up here just feels very cold.

[willrevile]

Or expunge. Like, 'my foot was expunged.'

It's kid of egotistical, being out here, huh? Ah, the exposure will kill us instantly, but we're gonna build metal contraptions and go anyway.

[nineteenfortyfive]

You're vile.

Don't forget the convenient rooms that can make you feel as if you're not in, essentially, a very large tin can.

[willrevile]

You'll have to send me to the punitentiary.

I dunno, I kinda like the whole feeling. Anything is possible.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. I regret it all, saving your foot included.

[Of course not, and she knows tone through text can be difficult, but luckily she's been taught by the greats.]

😊

[She does like her emoji.]

If you could be anywhere in any world, it'd be somewhere like this?

[willrevile]

[ In his cabin, he's just laughing. ]

😇

Sort of. I'd be on my ship, not stuck somewhere. How about you?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Strange looking horns on that one.

I'd be digging on the dirt on my knees in a garden, somewhere. I always meant to do more than grow things in pots in Olympia, but getting the clinic going was more than enough for me to handle. All's the same now, I guess, given my clinic is not only frozen in time but likely crumbled to dust.

[It was already a little crumbly on the outside before the dragon. Cheap real estate.]

[willrevile]

You're in luck, I'm just about too tired to make a proper horny devil joke.

Nah, it'll be there. Or you'll get some strapping young lads to rebuild a couple walls.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Are you sure being a captain was your calling? Not a comedian?

I never have a shortage of strapping young lads. Funny, that.

[willrevile]

You don't think I'd get heckled offstage?

See, I'm right.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Your smile might save you.

A lady's got to keep the muscle around for these sorts of things. Riots, dragons... we've yet to have natural disasters, unless the dragon counts.

[willrevile]

Aw, doctor.

Definitely an unnatural disaster, that one.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I didn't want the disgusting remarks to keep you up.

Do you think we'll be able to return to Wyver and Olympia eventually?

[willrevile]

Enough of me is already bruised without my ego taking a hit too?

Yeah. I've always figured the Natha weren't interacting with time in a linear way, and hey, look. Mostly I'm just worried for the natives.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Some bruises heal more easily than others.

They do get the short end of the stick in this one. The only way we can help them is getting rid of that monster.

[willrevile]

I wonder how the Natha will manage it without compromising themselves. Or if they'll take the hit - I don't think they have an infinite power source, whatever it is.

[nineteenfortyfive]

What's the worst that can happen at this point?