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[counterblows]

Who: Newt + the unwitting residents of islet 4 cottage 3
What: Local scientist passes out! Washington man drags him back to abandoned house. THIS IS A GENERAL HOUSE MINGLE LOG so u can tag around and stuff
When: September...4th? it's backdated
Where: Islet 4, cottage 3
Warnings: Language, probably, but I'll edit if anything comes up!



[So Wash is going to have some explaining to do.]

[He starts by de-armoring, however, because at least then he's not liable to get called Samus anymore. Whoever that is. Feels especially dumb when he's wearing a hoodie that literally says Washington State across the front, but it's also likely to raise fewer questions than his armor.]

[He just straight up threw the guy on Wash's own pallet, because fuck it, he's already drooled on his armor like a dick, so what's one more shred of property damage to his name? Except he doesn't even know his name. That's order of business number one.]

[Order of business number two, probably, is explaining what the fuck is going on when the roommates walk in to realize that their decrepit shack now has a passed-out scientist just...hanging out inside it.]

[It's fine.]

Comments

[tuskenlancer]

Apparently.

[ CT shrugs. She's not a biologist, but somehow she suspects that even if she were, it wouldn't help much in actually understanding this. So she's just going to accept it. ]

Isn't she amazing?

[counterblows]

You're such a cat person.

[Not that he's going to complain; three guesses as to what kind person Wash himself is.]

That does remind me, though. We've...kind of got someone passed out inside.

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT just hums in vague assent. She's not denying it. She's never thought of herself as a cat person - that's all Wash, and it doesn't take reading classified personnel files to know it - but there's no question that she's in love.

Her attention is momentarily diverted, though, as she looks up at Wash with sudden wariness. ]

...What do you mean, someone?

[counterblows]

I don't know.

[He doesn't know his name. Just that he apparently has a fondness for twenty-first century musicals, if his reaction to the word "Washington" was any indication. Wash at least has the good grace to look appropriately sheepish about this.]

He looked like a mess and basically passed out in the middle of me trying to get him help. I didn't know where else to bring him.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Of course he doesn't know. The allure of her new tigerlily momentarily overshadowed by curiosity, CT glances towards the cottage. ]

Okay...

[ She can deal with this. ]

Do you know...what happened to him? What's wrong?

[counterblows]

I think a tigerlily got him. They have that sleeping pollen stuff, you know? He must've spooked one.

[Although, uh. That's...not all. Wash winces slightly as he forces himself to admit the rest:]

I don't think he arrived here in the best shape. Said his ribs might be cracked.

[tuskenlancer]

[ She winces, flashing a guilty look at her own tigerlily, who's snoozing on the ground and showing no sign of defense-pollinating anyone. ]

He's new?

[ She gets to her feet, already heading towards the cottage. ]

How'd you get him back here?

[counterblows]

He wasn't that heavy.

[When you're in full power armor, not a lot of stuff is.]

But, yeah, I'd say so. Unless we're due for an apocalypse, because that's what he kept talking about.

[tuskenlancer]

[ It's true; even CT could probably have carried most people on the island that far, in her armor. Still. He'd had cracked ribs, maybe. They probably shouldn't lug him around any more than they have to. ]

...What do you mean, an apocalypse?

[counterblows]

He didn't have time to explain before passing out, but I'd guess that it has more to do with where he's from than...here.

[He also has no idea what a "kaiju" is, so there's that.]

[tuskenlancer]

Well, that's...good.

[ Not good, maybe, but better than the alternative. She pauses as something occurs to him. ]

Um...were you planning on...keeping him?

[ Her cat is one thing, but the're starting to run low on space, even in the larger cottage. ]

[counterblows]

He's...no, he's not...I mean, he's not a dog or anything like that. [He almost said something like "he's not Caboose or anything like that," but that would have entailed far more explaining than he feels confident or in the mood for.]

I just didn't know where else to put him until he woke up, and it's not like we've got a hospital around here.

[tuskenlancer]

Maybe we should.

[ If things like this are going to keep happening. ]

I know he's not a dog, Wash, I just meant...

Never mind, let me see him.

[counterblows]

He's...passed out inside. On my bed.

[He'll probably wake up at some point. But, again, Wash just straight up did not know where else to put him. Nonetheless:]

Come on, I guess.