GLoG 21/XX1: Half of Life, the Universe, and Everything.

[Morty]

Wenomir tries to swing Johnny over his one shoulder and Irene over another. If they're light, he might just manage it.

[Kaelaroth]

((I know you're not, it's just an easy comparison. And you made a shield, to deflect a boulder. Which, in the terms you're not using, would be a fifth level Wall of Force, no?))

[Fredthefighter]

((I know you're not, it's just an easy comparison. And you made a shield, to deflect a boulder. Which, in the terms you're not using, would be a fifth level Wall of Force, no?))

(That was a non-D&D spell, it was just a magical barrier and he couldn't of held it much longer)
Johnny is very light and Wenomir should have no trouble lifting him.

[Reinholdt]

Well being a catgirl, Irene is a bit lighter than a normal woman her size. Just a bit, but it should be enough. "OW! Careful."

She looks away and blushes a bit. "Thanks though."

[Morty]

((We should probably move the discussion about Johnny's magic to the OOC thread.))
Don't mention it. Wenomir carries both to the infirmary and places them on beds. Then he sits down, breathing heavily.

[Fredthefighter]

The colour has already started returning to Johnny's face, he should be back on his feet in an hour or so. He just needs to rest.
(Is there anything left to discuss?)

[Reinholdt]

The arm and leg look pretty bad. Irene looks over at the limbs and winces. "I don't suppose you're a doctor too?"

[Morty]

I'm afraid not. You'll have to wait for a cleric or a medic. Drones will keep you stable until someone comes.

[Kaelaroth]

A notice is pushed through the letter box, announcing that the Neutralist Organisation is now offering prophecy, oracular visions, precognitive drawings, tarot readings, tea-leaf studyings, and other, less conventional methods of future-prediction and scrying at low-low prices (though they'd prefer to take items and services as payment).

[Reinholdt]

"Dang. Well thanks anyways. I didn't much care for the idea of being buried for the rest of my life." She waits around until a cleric or medic shows up. Which who knows how long that will be?

[Fredthefighter]

Johnny just lies there, his breathing is still a little ragged, but there doesn't seem to be anything seriously wrong with him.

[Kaelaroth]

Vorka, whose player is about to vanish, turns up, to cast a minor healing spell on Irene, before rushing off to check the damage to his room.
((...
*player vanishes*
deadtime))

[Morty]

Being shot at with huge missles is something new, even here, says Wenomir.

[Fredthefighter]

Johnny's voice can be heard as a whisper.
I tried my best to stop them, but it wasn't enough. I'm sorry.
Then he falls back into unconscious rest.

[Reinholdt]

Cuts and bruises go away! Yay! Well at least pain is mostly gone, even she can't move those limbs. Good enough.

"What was that all about anyways?" She was asleep when it all went down.

[Lord Magtok]

And so, the Lord Magtok simply walked into GLoGdor. Right through the front door. The vile monstrous abomination doesn't even have the politeness to knock first.

Oh, hi GLoG. S'me, Magtok. Is Wenomir in?

[Reinholdt]

The entity known as GLoG points to the infirmary where Wenomir sits with a tired out Johnny and a bashed up Irene.

A Nuka-Cola vending machine hums, just waiting to be used.

[Morty]

No idea, really. I think they were accusing us of letting the world to end, or something.

[Quinsar]

The wyvern is better now.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok wonders just how exactly GLoG itself managed to answer him, and tries not to think too much on the matter, as he heads towards the infirmary.

Wenomir? You 'round here? The front door was open, so I just walked in and...well, actually, it wasn't open, I opened it, but it was unlocked, so I figured...

[Morty]

Lord Magtok? The word "Lord" drips with sarcasm, at least by Wenomir's standards. What brings you here and why shouldn't we just kick you out this instance?

[Reinholdt]

Thinking about it will hurt your head and then some, yes.

Irene looks at Magtok the cyborg. "I don't suppose you would happen to be a medic or a doctor or something? I really could use one right now." She tilts her head to the leg and arm that got crushed earlier today.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok winces at the damaged limbs.

I'm...not technically a doctor. More of a deranged surgeon, really. Prosthetics and stuff being my thing.

He then turns to Wenomir.

Well, as you might've heard, I've been asked to abduct you and stuff, for some person's purposes. So I was kinda hoping to get to that, before the end of the world kicks in, but it seems you're kinda busy here. Is there anyone else who could do infirmary duty while we head out to meet the lady at the Taverna?

Is he...is he serious?

[happyturtle]

Susan walks into the infirmary. "Why hasn't anyone sent you to the hospital?!" She picks up the magic plastic item of voice throwing and phones the hospital to request an ambulance.

[Kaelaroth]

Did... Did... Did someone mention my thread?! *beeps*
An ambulance swiftly arrives, running over a leftover rioter as it swerves to meet the pavement just by GLoG's front door. Paramedics run in through the front door, what with Magtok not closing it. Who to the hospital, sirs, madams? They ask, noting that Magtok (metal bits, unhealthy skin), Irene (genetic deformity, injuries), and Wenomir (red eyes - RABIES) all look like they need medical attention.

[Fredthefighter]

Johnny is lying in one of the infirmary beds but there is no visible damage to him, he just needs rest after exhausting his supplies of magical energy.
He murmurs something.
I tried, I really did, but I need to be stronger if I want to help people.

[Reinholdt]

Irene isn't too keen on prosthetics. And...
Wait. Did Magtok just ask if he could abduct Wenomir?

"I don't suppose anyone is going to fill me in on what's going on around here?" Irene looks around for a weapon just in case, and settles on a conveniently nearby scalpel. Though she wouldn't be able to reach Magtok unless he came within arm's length of her.

As for the hospital question, Irene has no clue. Didn't even know there was a hospital.

And then people rush in while she's holding a scalpel menacingly. Yay.

[Morty]

Wenomir looks at Magtok as if he's gone even crazier than normal. And he'll stay that way for a while, as his player will be away for three days.

[Lord Magtok]

...Shoot, deadtime. Umm, whatsherface, right there, she's the one to be hospitalized. And him, red eyes.

Should they send Wenomir down to the hospital, it might be considerably easier to get this kidnappy thing finally done.

[Fredthefighter]

Johnny wakes up in the infirmary and he tiredly walks to where all the commotion is.
What the heck is going on. Can't people let me enjoy my birthday in peace?