GONE.

Dr. Fairisles has left the Legion. Current location: ???

[mindfulmarksman]

[he's safe--] Tomos? [here u go have a freezing scientist in a hospital gown stumbling towards him]

[how is it that this mansion always gets set on fire] Vic! Jesus Christ, are you alright?

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[something in the fire crackles, and she flinches away from the noise] R-Right. Of course.

[wraps her arms around herself] Should be regulations or something–

[mindfulmarksman]

[hesitates, then slings an arm around her] [he can hear the poor girl going crazy inside]

You’ll be fine, Vic. The mansion will be fine too.

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[for a moment, she just freezes] [but then she relaxes, and sniffles quietly]

I-I just want to feel safe for a while.

[mindfulmarksman]

[he's safe--] Tomos? [here u go have a freezing scientist in a hospital gown stumbling towards him]

[how is it that this mansion always gets set on fire] Vic! Jesus Christ, are you alright?

[mindfulmarksman]

…I think it is. Otherwise, the mansion would have been exploded the other six times it’s burned down. [scoffs, because the novelty and fear he initially had towards burning buildings is completely gone] [it’s such an old record he doesn’t even care that much anymore] 

You’d think we’d fireproof the entire mansion, considering how often the damn thing ends up burning.

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[something in the fire crackles, and she flinches away from the noise] R-Right. Of course.

[wraps her arms around herself] Should be regulations or something--

[mindfulmarksman]

[he's safe--] Tomos? [here u go have a freezing scientist in a hospital gown stumbling towards him]

[how is it that this mansion always gets set on fire] Vic! Jesus Christ, are you alright?

[mindfulmarksman]

You’re not hurt, are you? [even though he’s been generally healed because of that weird Krinkles incient, there’s a strange sense of paranoia in the back of his mind] At least–not physically–

[atomicprodigy-blog]

I don’t...think so? [she doesn’t appear to be any more burnt that she was already] [but she does still sort of resemble leather and it’s a tad disconcerting] ...I hope the lab is fireproof.

[mindfulmarksman]

[he's safe--] Tomos? [here u go have a freezing scientist in a hospital gown stumbling towards him]

[how is it that this mansion always gets set on fire] Vic! Jesus Christ, are you alright?

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[we need better fireproof materials] [tho, everyone is trying asbestos they can]

Uh, w-well...define ‘alright’.

[fortisengram-deactivated2017122]

//She’s just finished removing Gilbert, and kneels in front of the other, passing her hand over her face to see if the other’s at least lucid//  

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[her eyes follow the movement of the hand, but that’s about the only reaction there is] 

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[it hurt, but she managed to teleport out] [...she’s still in a hospital gown]

[and now she’s curled up on the grass, shivering and sobbing]

[atomicprodigy-blog]

No-- NONONONO--

[atomicprodigy-blog]

Raivis

I don’t think we’ve ever talked, actually...

[atomicprodigy-blog]

Jon

Frankly, Jon’s amazing. It’s wonderful to have someone here with legitimate medical skill and not just healing - though the healers are wonderful in their own way. We haven’t talked much, but she’s saved my life, so it’s fair to say I appreciate her greatly as a person.

She also seems to be very kind, and I hope all the best for her in the future.

[fortisengram-deactivated2017122]

No no, like. //Taps the other’s jaw to turn her head, winding her braid up and pulling at her bangs until it’s made into a fluffy looking pixie// Like this!

//Releases it, before going back to tackling snarls in her hair// 

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[she turns, and very quickly begins snickering] Ah, yes, I see what you mean now. I doubt that’s a look I could pull off.

[on-freedoms-wings-blog]

Anonymously tell me the name of any muse and mine will talk about them as though they were talking to a confession cam!

Complaints, praises, fantasies, and random noises! You never know what you’ll hear in the confession cam!

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[laughs] If it gets any worse, I might as well cut the rest of it off.

Uh, yes, go ahead. I imagine it hardly looks the neatest right now.

[fortisengram-deactivated2017122]

//Takes a comb out from between her teeth, idly pushing her hands through the other’s hair, before she begins to brush it out//

If you are, I would not go above your collarbone unless you are doing a short, short cut. //The scissors come, cutting off a burnt end// Hair is too, fluff. 

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[sighs, carefully looking over the red skin on her hands] Maybe a buzzcut? I feel that would solve quite a few issues.

[atomicprodigy-blog]

Oh, you’re really too kind, Jon, really.

[tenses a little at the touch] Alright- [small smile] Sorry, I just felt rather confined after staying in bed for so long.

[fortisengram-deactivated2017122]

Give me two or three days, I don’t want to butcher your hair. //Guides the other towards somewhere safe to sit//

Ah, it is– it is okay. Things were not good, still recovering. //Her words are a little choppy, but she motions for the other to sit, before fetching pins and a pair of scissors// Permission to even out the ends? 

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[laughs] If it gets any worse, I might as well cut the rest of it off.

Uh, yes, go ahead. I imagine it hardly looks the neatest right now.

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[the infirmary saga continues]

Ugh, I’ve been in here for so long, I think I’m putting on weight.

[fortisengram-deactivated2017122]

I do not know how to put extensions in, but I can learn if that would make you feel better? 

//Motions quietly, a hand brushing her shoulder// If you sit down, I can do that, yes. I do not think you should be up for awhile yet. //She’s moving cautiously, carefully// 

[atomicprodigy-blog]

Oh, you're really too kind, Jon, really.

[tenses a little at the touch] Alright- [small smile] Sorry, I just felt rather confined after staying in bed for so long.

[fortisengram-deactivated2017122]

Hair is flammable.

Ah, my brother cut one of my braids off when I was young. I may be able to rearrange it. 

[atomicprodigy-blog]

I- oh, right.

Would you do that for me?

[atomicprodigy-blog]

[she’s dragged herself out of the bed, still in a hospital gown] [she really shouldn’t be up--]

[but she’s padding over to a mirror, staring at her reflection]

...My hair’s shorter?