![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
avante en garde
[ 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. ]
The elevator doors close behind you. ]
no subject
--Coat's too thick. S-stick this in there, hold it tight.
no subject
no subject
Hey--don't. You have to apply pressure or you'll bleed out, and that's not okay!
no subject
[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]
no subject
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.
no subject
How do I tell?
no subject
no subject
[he says, while not freaking out,]
no subject
...We can get you some cool glasses if you want. Team colors and everything.
no subject
no subject
...How's it feeling?
no subject
no subject
[from her tone, it seems it finally occurred to her that maybe this was a weird thing to ask]
no subject
no subject