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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!

[iamsupergirl]

Woah, woah!

Casts exist for a reason.

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?