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[ The elevator opens up to a room spacious enough to house the whole unit comfortably, but with no furniture to speak of except a touchscreen podium near the far wall, displaying a row of four larger-than-life mahjong tiles on a red background. On the left side of the screen is a square that says TRADE. The walls and floor of the room are nearly checkered with metal panels, out of place against the rest of the marble flooring and unremarkable off-white walls.

The elevator doors close behind you. ]

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[Cardigan's gaze flinches away from the act itself. They hurry their cape off, folding it.]

Gold, Nemesis, your jackets. Now.

[They sound A BIT unsteady.]

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[you're all smol, so it's probably helpful that Ace fell to his knees right after, sort of clutching at his face, but also trying not to get his fingers in the wounds, but also smearing blood around...]

Ahhhh...hhhhh...ff...

Stop touching them!

[Snaps, tugging Ace's hands away to press their folded cape to the holes. Their hands are shaking.]

Lay back.

[Just going to shove Nemesis's coat under his head.]

[he lets Cardigan push him down to the floor, managing a shaky little laugh]

Ahaha...

We'll fix it after the game. Try to think of something nice in the mean time.

[After trying to get into a good position to keep pressure on Ace's face, they finally just pull his head into their lap. Much easier. They keep flicking their gaze down to him, their whole body tensed as they wait for the bleed through.]

[Ace quiets down once he's settled, his breathing a little raggedy. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to the discussion. Thinking of something nice, maybe? Though this is probably the first time he hasn't even a tiny smile on his face]

[just stands there dumbly for a few beats until Cardigan speaks, quickly ripping up her shirt to wad into bandages to pack the wounds]

--Coat's too thick. S-stick this in there, hold it tight.

[the moment he feels something nearing his face again he jerks away, pushing in the direction of whatever it is with bloody hands]

[her tone is more or less even as she pushes back, though higher-pitched than usual]

Hey--don't. You have to apply pressure or you'll bleed out, and that's not okay!

Ehhhh... Were you a doctor all along??

[somehow he's still managing a little smile, though he's stopped fighting and is letting Cardigan just push him around and letting Nemesis shove cloth in his eye sockets]

[snorts, which is closer to a normal reaction though her hand shakes]

Yeah, that's me, everyone's favorite healthcare provider. It's the bedside manner that makes the difference. --Say something if you're going into shock, I guess.

[between the three of you he's now on the floor, with his head in Cardigan's lap and fabric pressing down over his eyes]

How do I tell?

I dunno... If you start freaking out or hyperventilating? I think you're supposed to elevate your feet or something? Memory's kinda shitty right now.

It would be pretty weird not to freak out in this kind of situation...

[he says, while not freaking out,]

Yeah, well no one was ever accusing you of being too normal.

...We can get you some cool glasses if you want. Team colors and everything.

Red would be cool... Red lenses, gold frames. Eh? Eh?

Very snazzy. Everyone looks better in glasses.

...How's it feeling?

Like I had my eyes scooped out.

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[ Gold's head had already whipped away when IT was about to happen, and his hands are definitely shaking as he takes off the outer jacket he's wearing, handing it over. ]

Here.

[between the three of you Ace is now prone on the ground, with someone's coat for a pillow, and cloth packed in his eyes to help with the bleeding. though there's still blood all over his face, his hands, leaking down his collar...]

Owwww....

[ THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR SOFT VOLLEYBALLS. ]

[ He. Glances at Ace, standing more awkwardly behind the other two who are obviously the helpers here, taking quick glances until he can actually look in Ace's general direction without feeling the need to vomit. ]

Shit, what the hell...

[he's very quiet and still now

still breathing raggedly but otherwise not doing much]

[ Absolutely useless and aware that he's being useless is terrible, just. Going to think over how many points he think he has, what he could potentially buy to help here after the game- eyes? How much are new eyes??? ]

[A dorm upgrade is only 2000, it can't be much more than that for eyes, right...?]

[ Time to sell himself out to the masses for points. ]

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