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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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[snowandfrost]

[She shakes her head and knows she could confiscate all of it.]

You keep your cast on until I say it comes off.


...and I'll forget that I saw these bottles here.

[vivifier]

[ He could just go and get more. But it was such a hassle. So. A scowl on his face. ]

How much longer?

[snowandfrost]

Tomorrow morning. I'll have a speedster hangover cure and an x-ray to see how it's healing up.

[She holds up the bottle]

Deal?

[vivifier]

[ Hesitating for a moment, but: ]

...fine. Deal.

[snowandfrost]

[She puts the bottle back down and covers it better with teh cushion]

Nine tomorrow morning. Do not take the cast off between now and then.

[vivifier]

[ Of course, that'll no doubt be derailed by Mick Rory and his sandwiches and movies. ]

I don't even have a buzzsaw.

[snowandfrost]

Someone might help you get one.

[She straightens her jacket and goes to leave]

[vivifier]

[ And there's a weird bark of a laugh. ]

Yeah, okay.

[snowandfrost]

One of the Legends might.

[vivifier]

Who?

[ Maybe he'll look them up. ]

[snowandfrost]

[She shakes her head and heads back down the hall to her apartment]

I'll see you in the morning, Savitar.

[vivifier]

Bye, Caitlin! [ As she leaves or is already gone. ]