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[batmantled]

WHO: TORTURE VICTIMS, and OPEN to visitors and idk anyone else who might have a reason to be around
WHERE: the import clinic
WHEN: TAG IN AND SET YOUR OWN \o/
WARNINGS: Possibly
SUMMARY: Communal visitation log for torture victims.
FORMAT: Words



[ The clinic’s full today due to the recent influx, and probably swarming with activity from all quarters. The victims are spread out - or in some cases close together - so try to can the outbursts during quiet hours. ]

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CARRIE'S COOL KIDS CLUB. cids? fuck. any time from sunday morning on!

[slingshots]

[ Whenever she's awake, mussed, de-costumed, and full of bed-head, you can guarantee she's looking sullen and bored. Which is... kind of an odd contrast to the various scattered bandages and wraps. But oh my god being tortured has the most boring recovery time ever, this sucks. Be a bro. Lend a girl a PSP or something. :C ]

sometime Sunday morning!

[batmantled]

[ This this right here would have to cap out that ever growing list of nightmares to come true in the last twenty-four hours. Of all people to pay the price for his weakness; for his complacence, it has to be Carrie.

He'll steady out the hobble before he knocks on the door, then bury damp hands in the pockets of the hospital shirt. He has to see her. Has to know. ]

[slingshots]

[ She's awake when she hears the knock, but not doing much of anything. She's been trying to stare at the ceiling, arms folded behind her head on the pillow, but even that's kind of hard right now. There's kind of a... shape, up there. Maybe. Or is that wistful thinking? It hurts her eyes to stare too intently, and no matter how hard she tries, they never look very focused. ]

Yeah.

[ That's kind of like "come in". The teenaged-version, anyway. ]

oh gdi

[batmantled]

[ Well, an invitation's an invitation. And hearing her voice is something like a confirmation of the Carrie-ness there - which means there's no way out but straight through the door. ]

Redbird, right? [ That's for the nurse wandering by, shoo shoo lady. But it does buy him a little time, waiting until she's far enough away that he can slip in and shut it again without being too obvious.

Game face on. ]

...Hey.

[slingshots]

[ Oh, it's Dick. There's a light smile, but it drops again pretty fast. It's Dick, bearing another reminder that she's in here as Redbird, looking like Carrie. That's... pretty awful planning. She glances away from where she can hear he is, dropping her eyes like she's taken to studying the bedsheet. ]

Hey. [ A beat, awkward. ] ...Nice day for it, huh? [ being hospitalized, that is. ]

[batmantled]

...Well, it is raining. [ He takes a step closer and leans an arm on the frame of the bed, hopefully smoothly enough to disguise the actual support-needing gesture. Carrie's pretty far from needing to see him low on blood and off balance. Hurting. ]

Heard you might need some company.

[slingshots]

Wouldn't say no.

[ She doesn't look over at him, but she doesn't sound too uninviting, either. Because surely he's here to visit (no way would Dick get caught up in this enough to actually be hospitalized), and it'd be pretty rude to send company off. ]

So, bring any cards? I hear that's what you're supposed to do in here.

[peanutblooder]

Tavros arrives...probably mid-day. Getting to The City from swampland, Louisiana is a bit of a trip, even if the person taking you is flash-stepping. He possibly smells a little boggy anyway, but

When he sees her, he doesn't know whether he should smile in relief, sob with guilt, or...punch something. The wanting to punch something was pretty novel, but first he really needed to be closer to Carrie, who he was now afraid to touch.

"Oh god, I am fired from partnering. I will, uh, bring you all of their heads, and then I will be less fired."

[slingshots]

She can see a little better by mid-day, enough that glancing over at the sound of the door opening is actually rewarded with a vague, blurry shape. A vague, blurry shape with really colorful, wide horns. She smiles, because unless that's some radical new kind of clown, Tavros made it back from the swamps.

"Hey." She sits herself up, eyes not quite focused. "S'okay. You're already less fired."

[peanutblooder]

"No, just...stay there, you don't have to move for fired people, and me being even a little less fired makes no appreciable difference in the overall firedness, which is vast, like a behemoth with a glandular disorder. What happened?"

He is so fired that he's going to sit on the floor by the bed. WORST PARTNER EVER OH GOD.

[slingshots]

The smile droops with a sigh, because man, she has no patience for that kind of thing right now. She's not currently prepared to tolerate any kind of behemoths with any kind of disorders, sorry Tavros.

"Stuff it, Tav," she says, and pats the bed next to her. "'N c'mere."

[peanutblooder]

"Okay."

Up he comes. Oh man she looks bad. If she looks this bad now... Okay. Urge to Hit Something has returned, with friends Stop on Face and Scream a Lot.

"Wow. I legitimately want to make someone pay for this. With their teeth. And vertebrae."

This is kind of a big deal, even if it doesn't sound like it, but Carrie is wounded and not a troll, so she is not expected to do anything other than sit there and regale him with tales of horror and glory.

[slingshots]

"Looks worse'n it is," she mumbles, not entirely sure if it's true or not, on account of not actually being able to see anything just now, but pretty sure it's the right thing to say. And, besides. She's had worse.

She shifts, leaning against him a little gratefully.

"I figure out who it was, though, we can do it together."

[incywincyhero]

[A little listening around the nurse's station had garnered intel on yet another victim being kept at the hospital -- so of course Spidey had to investigate after visiting his friends. As a peace offering, he brings a king-sized candy bar.]

Hi. You're Redbird, right?

[slingshots]

[ Well, that's... a nice red-and-blue blur, she's got visiting her there. She's really tired of squinting at things though, so he gets a quick sidelong glance, then it's right back to staring out the shuttered window. It's a nice blank expanse to focus on, if nothing else. ]

Usually. [ That with a self-conscious, tired smile that gets aimed at the window. She can't bring herself to care about the missing mask and costume right now. ]

[incywincyhero]

Right ... [He shuffles his feet a little.] Look, far be it from me to pester a fellow hero who doesn't want to be pestered -- actually, that's a lie, I do that all the time. My point is, I can go away if you want, but I'm trying to figure out who did this to you and all those other people, and if you're willing to tell me what you remember ... it could help.

[He waves the bar.] Also, I brought candy, although receipt of said candy is not in any way contingent on you talking to me.

[slingshots]

[ Oh. Not looking at him was probably pretty rude, huh. Not that she plans on looking over, but it at least warrants an explanation. ]

S'fine, I don't need convincing. Only, I'm coming down off totally blind, and trying to see you sounds like a great headache. [ She shifts, pulling knees to her chest and turning to face him, but keeps her head bowed. ] Bet you're getting tired of hearing I don't remember anything, though, huh.

[incywincyhero]

[He holds up his hands reassuringly.]

Hey, don't you worry about it. Whatever you need to do to be comfortable.

[Moving further into the room, he stops at the foot of the bed and slides the candy down the bedspread, within her reach.]

Wasn't sure if you'd like Snickers, but then I said to myself, "Spidey, who doesn't like Snickers?" So if you don't like it, it's not my fault you're some kinda weird statistical outlier.

sunday morning

[glowsferatu]

[ not a moment after sending her last text, the wall of carrie's room gives way to somewhere else entirely, and kanaya steps out before closing the portal behind her

she takes one look at carrie and her eyes bulge and her glows waxes brightly ]

Oh dear! You certainly hadn't mentioned the circumstances were so dire!

[slingshots]

[ Carrie has, at least, had everything taken care of by this point. The stitched-up arm and leg are properly bound, the missing toes staunched and wrapped. No one had been able to do anything about her sight, but that seems almost like the least of her worries right now. Almost.

She instinctively glances down from her dazed stare at the ceiling at the sound of a voice, even if it does no good. And then it registers, a few seconds more slowly than it should have, and she wilts a little. ]

Meant to text Tav. [ Just a mumble, low and unhappy, because the brain-to-mouth finger is far weaker just now than the brain-to-fingers. ]

[glowsferatu]

[ she heard it, of course, but without context she wasn't quite ready to leap to append "instead of you" at the end. somewhere in the back of her head was a prickling fear that wanted to however.

she tried to disregard it for the moment. ]

Have you yet to reach him, then? Should he require transportation, I could attempt to supply it. [ she makes some vague motion toward the door that she didn't enter from, suggesting that she could just leave, easy out and no one gets hurt (well, no one that isn't her, at least). ]

[slingshots]

I got him. I think.

[ She slides the communicator out of its mid-pillow hiding place (even delirious, she's ready to be wary that staff might try to take it away), debates sliding it open to hunt through recent messages for proof, and ends up half-heartedly dropping the thing back to the bed instead. ]

I'll let 'im know the Vampire Express made an offer.

[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya drops her hands back down to her side. so she hadn't been sent away, what does that even mean? ]

Right. Um, to what cause can we attribute your injuries?

Is the condition severe?

[xuffasch]

_{( damian is just here to get grayson out, really. but when he remembers carrie's there he'll pass by her room and toss a package her way. it is a box of pastries, aww yeah. )}

[slingshots]

[ Oh, yeah, nice, just throw things at the temporarily blind girl. Thanks. She glances unseeingly over at the sound, feels her way to the thing, and-- oh, hey, cool. Thanks, mystery person! She'll wonder who that was when she's feeling better. ]