A'ndi, D'wane, Taliveth, Rocketh


But singing a sad song will not turn it around. D'wane comes to check on the injured A'ndi and Taliveth.

Injuries, language and some bodily fluids


It is evening of the twenty-fifth day of the second month of the twelfth turn of the 12th pass.


Southern Weyr - Dragon Infirmary

OOC Date 08 Oct 2017 05:00



« But I can feel it EATING ME! Like a ROAST WHERRY SANDWICH! And I bet Nadeeth thinks I'm just awfulllllllllllll » such drama


Dragon Infirmary

An exceptionally large cavernous area is set aside for the dragons of the weyr to convalesce. Immediately adjacent to the ground weyrs, it provides some privacy for those pairs whose injuries require more silence and solitude for recovery. But there are also a number of dragon wallows here for triage and diagnosis; those with the worst injuries have the wallows nearest the open air exit reserved for them until they're well enough to be moved further in. Bins, shelves, and locked cabinets store all of the medicines and raw ingredients the dragonhealers will need for treatment, as well as things like blankets and 'medicinal whiskey' for the riders of the afflicted. A lettering system applied to the shelves above one lone desk hint at a filing system used by those who work here.

A surprise Fall on the River cliffs! Unexpected danger and doom! Down a badly injured rider from a previous Fall, Ocelot Wing bravely engages with that most ancient of enemies, the Big Damn Heroes of Southern full of bacon (probably) and ready to rumble. Except for one who did not report his flu and keep his sick, fevered dumb ass home. Taliveth, normally a red-eyed, Thread-blasting tank, was definitely not himself; slipping out of formation, sluggish Between times, inaccurate flaming. They ultimately didn't respond in time to a clump partially flamed, the rest left for them to take care of. They got some of it, but ended up with a scored right arm and right dragon flank. Thankfully not serious, but enough that Tali is now groaning in the infirmary, « IT HU-UR-UR-URTSSSSSSSSS » while A'ndi sits on the floor, snuggled up against his TERRIBLY DAMAGED brown. His own arm is bandaged up and he probably shouldn't be here, but after enough cursing and generally being a dick to healer staff, here he is, looking like shit. "Sorry… you gotta be quiet, though…"

And when one of their rider's is injured, it's only a matter of time before wingseconds and wingleaders come around to check in on the pair. In the case of Ocelot, unless the one checking in is R'zel, there's probably going to be some yelling which is why D'wane is probably heard before he is seen. "A'NDI!!!" He's giving a bellow that earns a few glares from some of the dragonhealers nearby, but he's going to continue on his way to Taliveth and his rider, glancing between dragon and man and back again before he just pinches the bridge of his nose. "What the fuck?" Which means, explain yourself now in D'wane. Rocketh is also going to step in mentally if not physically making an appearance. A wave rather sharply hits onto the shore. « They've already put numbweed on it. » So that hurting is probably all in his head for the moment.

At least it's not K'vvan. A'ndi might not have even survived that encounter. The brownrider winces at the bellowing while simultaneously patting his dragon, trying to calm and quiet him down. It's a lot of noise for an infirmary. He peers up at his massive wingsecond through bangs stickng to his sweaty, flushed face, shrugs, looks away. "We had a bad day." Taliveth MOOS despairingly, letting his satellite crash into Rocketh's waves. Sadly floating, softly beep-booping. « But I can feel it EATING ME! Like a ROAST WHERRY SANDWICH! And I bet Nadeeth thinks I'm just awfulllllllllllll » such drama

And to be fair, A'ndi still might not survive the encounter with K'vvan. D'wane is just like the forward scouting party. Searching for weak points or something. Hopefully the brownrider manages to shore them up before the greenrider actually arrives for the more serious round of yelling. "You don't get to have bad days." D'wane's going to emphatically wave towards the now mooing Taliveth. "What the fuck happened?" Bad day isn't going to cut it. Rocketh's currents will bat the satellite around a little bit before the current will gently push it towards shore. « It's not eating you. If it was still eating you, you'd be dead. You betweened and you killed it. Next time, between faster. » Cause it's that easy, right?

A'ndi folds his arms, already getting into that guarded, defensive posture. And yet he agrees with D'wane with a mumbled, stuffy-nosed, "I know…" But he's still hesitant to explain because, you know, it's not exactly easy to be a perfectionist at your job and admit you done FUCKED UP. A'ndi's uninjured arm stretches and seeks the spot just at the edge of Tali's belly, a magical Scritch Spot, and begins to work at it. "I guess… I'm sick." A pause, and then a slight elaboration, "Pretty sick. Fever and shit." The little satellite bobs around before tumbling ashore to rest in the wet sand. beeeeeeeeeeeep « I tried but A'ndi was gonna PUKE! ALL OVER THE PLACE! And everything was dizzy and spinning and I said 'Are you okay?! and he said 'Yeah don't worry about it' and I said 'We can tell them we have to land!' and he said 'Just keep going' and I said 'But I'm really worried about you!' and he said 'Pay attention!' »

D'wane looks like he was just about to say something else to A'ndi, but completely freezes before the first word can get out as Rocketh is going to repeat verbatim exactly what Taliveth so helpfully shared. Rock will even mimic Tali's delivery as well and does a pretty spot on job. You can actually see a color change in the bronzerider's face and there's a vein on his head that's just going to start pulsing a bit. "Stay the fuck there." Not like A'ndi looked like he was even capable of running away, and Taliveth certainly seems stationary for the moment. D'wane's still going to give that order before he spins around and marches off. A'ndi can be left alone to stew in his own fevered thoughts for a few minutes. Luckily it's not a long gap before D'wane's returning with a healer in tow. "This one." is all he says as he crosses his arms. The healer looks between A'ndi and D'wane and then heads towards the injured rider. "If you don't mind…" He's going to start what's probably yet another round of clinical inspections of the injury and the rider's overall health.

Rocketh does impressions? He should take that show on the road! Taliveth's just gonna keep going, oblivious to any reporting that may be happening. « He didn't eat breakfast either and I said 'It's the most important meal of the day!' and he said 'I can't keep it down' and I said 'Well just have some SOUP!' and he said 'I feel too hot for soup' and then Fish- » the wing has probably heard alllll about Fish the cat «-had a big hairball and Snowdrop tried to eat it again and then I thought we should ALL have soup, what kind of soup do you like, Rocketh?! » At least Tali is distracted from his injury. Meanwhile, A'ndi squints at D'wane, or more specifically at The Vein cause c'mon that's a little creepy looking. And then frowns in general disapproval as he is once again being touched and examined. There is definitely a fever happening, probably some mild dehydration; at least the Threadscore isn't too terrible. Red and angry, it'll probably leave a mark, but nothing to keep him out too long. Then he'll just talk like the healer isn't even there, "I'm assuming there's going to be some kind of punishment."

D'wane will just hold up a finger at A'ndi's question. He's waiting until after the healer finishes his inspection before making any final comments regarding punishment or anything. Also, needs to find out just how stupid the particular actions were that lead to the injury were and even though Taliveth is painting a mighty clear picture, for some reason D'wane's not willing to just take A'ndi at his word that he's pretty sick. Rocketh does do impressions. He's actually pretty good at them when he wants to be! « If your's is too sick to eat before a 'Fall, I need to know. » And yes, Rocketh will indulge the sidetracking as well if it keeps Taliveth from more mooing. « Noodle soup? » He hasn't actually ate soup, but D'wane seems to like wherry noodle soup.

A'ndi loooooks at that finger, though with considerably less of his usual sass. He mostly just looks exhausted. "What, do you think I'm lying-" He shuts up for a moment for a thermometer. Because I'm just going to assume Pern has those, or something equivalent. Anyway, it does indeed tell the tale. "Look, I didn't think it'd be this bad, okay? Thread doesn't take sick days. It's my job to be out there, and we're already down a rider…" (Did you bring Heri those flowers yet, D'wane?) But the more A'ndi gets worked up and talks, the more he seems to be fading out. "I thought I… could handle… it…" And then he promptly leans over and throws up all over the floor. There ya go! « YES SIR, I will definitely do that! I promise! I'm good at my job! Can you tell Nadeeth I'm good at my job? OH- » Taliveth turns his smushy face upon his rider's expelled stomach contents. « WOW THAT'S GROSS! ISN'T THAT GROSS, ROCKETH?! Where'd it all come from- »

D'wane shoots A'ndi a look that is pretty clear that he exactly thinks that A'ndi might be lying, or at least understating, just how serious the situation is. "You can't be out there if you get yourself killed." He's not actually yelling at this point. If anything, the flatness of his voice might be even more worrying. Whatever punishment is coming (and there will be a punishment for this particular bit of stupidity) is going to have to wait for a moment when A'ndi's not covered in his own vomit. And hopefully won't puke all over whoever. « Nadeeth knows. » And Rocketh at least will try to keep Taliveth occupied about the vomit until he can convince the brown to take a nap. D'wane and probably K'vvan will be back to A'ndi later.

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