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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! 

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[bringstheheat]

Yeah, so?

[vivifier]

[ A slight shrug, and then SUBJECT CHANGE. ]

I'd offer you one of those [ The speedster booze ] but I think it'd stop your heart.

[bringstheheat]

Reason I brought my own. [Mick holds up a fresh bottle] Just incase there wasn't enough to go around.

[vivifier]

Good, because I don't think I could run you to the ER right now.

[bringstheheat]

You don't look like you could do more than walk a straight line across the room right now, kid.

[He peers at the television.] Got any decent movies?

[Say no. Watch him go fix it.]

[vivifier]

I don't have any movies.

[ He senses he may have made a huge mistake in admitting that. ]

[bringstheheat]

Figures.

[Yes Savitar. That was a total mistake. Mick hauls himself up out of the chair, leaving behind the beer and rest of the sandwich. He walks out of the apartment, leaving the door wide open.


Give him about five minutes and Mick is returning with an armload of DVDs and a plate of stolen brownies (thanks Robin Hood).] Now you do.

[vivifier]

[ Savitar will take the time that Mick is gone to speed eat a bit more of that sandwich, staring in confusion at his open door. When Mick returns, he pauses. fry from that sandwich in hnd. ]

...what?

[bringstheheat]

[The stolen brownies are set on the table long enough for Mick to snag one. Then the movies. He holds one up for emphasis.] Movies. You didn't have any.
Now you do.

[vivifier]

[ Congratulations, Mick. You're the 100th contestant in the Lets Baffle Savitar sweepstakes. ]

...you didn't need to do that."

[bringstheheat]

[It's the grumpy wounded duck routine. Gets people every time.

Mick shrugs and shoves in a movie because he's not asking Savitar what he wants to watch. They're watching Wrath of Khan because it's a damned good movie. Period.]

Probably.

[vivifier]

[ It's not like he can protest, right? ]

And yet, you did.

[bringstheheat]

Pretty much.

And complain about it and I can put on the stupid one about the fish. [Whales, Mick. Whales.] Or the dumb one with the floating head.

[vivifier]

...the one with the floating head? [ Pausing. ] I thought that was Zardoz.

[bringstheheat]

[An amused snort. So the kid knows bad movies too? Good to know.] Haven't found a copy of that one yet, but I'll let you know if I do.

[vivifier]

[ The kid knows lots of movies, Mick! ]

...oh! You mean. Right. "What does God need with a starship."

[bringstheheat]

[Hey he's impressed! Maybe there's hope for the emo kid after all.] Right. Worst one of the bunch.

[vivifier]

[ Look what bad movies can do. ]

Yeah? I always thought it was the one with the fountain of youth.