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[vivifier]

[  Okay. So apparently he can't actually phase through the cast and get it off that way.  He'd intended on just doing that instead of asking any single person for help or even just going to hospital and waiting for hours for someone there to do it.  But he'd tried, and he couldn't actually get enough space between the cast, the brace and his actual skin to maneuver the room to actually get the thing off. 

So it was either man up and ask for help or what he actually ended up doing:  speeding to Star Labs, stealing a bunch of their speedster-proof alcohol and holing up in his apartment.  

Of course that meant that once he was actually drunk, he turned on some music annoyingly loudly (oh god, it's Taylor Swift, WHY is it Taylor Swift?) and opened up an audio-link. Oh, joy. ] 


Someone! Get this thing off of me! Before I find a saw! 

Comments

[snowandfrost]

Savitar!

[vivifier]

Caitlin!

[snowandfrost]

Don’t take that cast off.

[vivifier]

Why shouldn't I? If I can run, it has to be healed by now!

[snowandfrost]

We need to examine it to make sure it healed correctly!

[vivifier]

Can't Kara just look with her... [ long pause here. ] Eyes?

[ Yes, apparently he's drunk enough to lose the phrase 'x-ray vision'. ]

[snowandfrost]

You mean her x-ray vision?

[vivifier]

Right. That. That thing.

[snowandfrost]

How much have you had to drink?

[iamsupergirl]

Woah, woah!

Casts exist for a reason.

[vivifier]

My arm cannot possibly still be broken.

[ It's not like he has x ray vision or anything. ]

[iamsupergirl]

And you know that because?

[vivifier]

My speed is back.

[ Fallible deduction, perhaps. ]

[iamsupergirl]

[ A + B = ... orange? ]


Which says what exactly about your bones?

[vivifier]

My healing should be back too? Hey, I bet you could get it off!

[iamsupergirl]

[ Definitely A + B = Orange!
Snapper has a whole lecture about unproved correlations. ]




So, you're not actually sure. You're guessing.


When was the last time you actually broke anything?

[vivifier]

It doesn't hurt as much. [ Which, really, could be the alcohol. ]

[ And here is when his voice falters. Because he might've broken bones that healed pretty quickly before now, the clearest time that he remembers before this is...well, it's certainly a little bit before becoming Savitar. ]

I...don't want to talk about that. Nope.

action - a few hours later

[bringstheheat]

[Mick has been working on his control far from anyone else. Trying to call his screwed up new abilities and test them out without scaring anyone and without requiring emergency breaches to drop him from the apartment building into the lake in the park.

Emo music.
Bitching about a cast.

He doesn't care about the kid.
He doesn't.


Yeah right.
A couple of hours (and non-singed clothes later) Mick is banging on his door with a six pack under his arm and a bag full of sandwiches from the deli around the corner. Thick bread, meat, fries and coleslaw all smashed into one amazing meal.] You still alive in there?

[vivifier]

[ That is a very good question, isn't it? Kara no doubt left at some point once the speedster alcohol started wearing off and at some point he turned off the music. Probably once the pounding headache and swirling vertigo and nausea started. All of which have him on the couch, glaring at the leftover cans of speedster booze and debating drinking another one just to see if it gets rid of the headache.

And then, of course, the knocking. Ow. Ow. ]


No!

[bringstheheat]

[Yeah like that's going to stop him.
Mick might not be as fast as Snart, but he can pick a lock with the best of them and a beat after the denial he's pushing the door open.]

Well shit. Ain't even like you got anything worth stealing.

[The bag of sandwiches goes on the table. Heavy and fragrant and great for fending off hangovers.


He doesn't care.


He doesn't.]

[vivifier]

[ Well, Savitar's not going to get up and greet him. He will however, stare at those sandwiches with some serious trepidation. ]

Yeah, okay my apartment's a cesspool in the middle of hell. I get it. You know, I'm going to go into all of your apartments and move one thing out of place in each one, then we'll see who's in hell.

[ Okay. So maybe he's still a little drunk. ]

[bringstheheat]

[That's no threat.
Seriously Savitar, you haven't seen Mick's place have you? Neatness isn't exactly his thing. Hell, it might make it cleaner and wouldn't that be something?

A sandwich wrapped neatly in waxed paper lands on his chest with a bounce.] Eat that or you're gonna regret it later.

[vivifier]

[ The only real threat is if he tries phasing through a wall with a cast while drunk. Just try to picture it.

He sits up slowly with the sandwich. Making a face, because he's sure he'll regret eating it, with that nausea. ]

What is it?

[ Mick, do not say 'a sandwich' ]

[bringstheheat]

[Nope. No thanks.

Savitar might be nauseous, but he needs to eat. Something greasy and loaded with carbs to soak up the booze.
Really, if anyone can help him overcome a hangover, it's someone with plenty of experience.]

Special I found one time me and Snart found when we were hiding out after a job in Pennsylvania. Sandwiches loaded with meat, fries, slaw, cheese and if you ask real nice, they add a fried egg.

[Grin. Savitar may be going a little green around the gills but that's not going to stop Mick.] Everything you need to battle a hangover kid. Eat up.

[vivifier]

[ Green around the gills is right. He does, at least unwrap the sandwich. And stare at it like it's going to attack him. ]

I could just keep drinking. Everybody likes drunk speedster time.