Catch-all post!

[ragnarsson]

who: Ivar and others
what: Monthly log catch-all post
when: Starting about Dec. 10th and continuing throughout the month
where: All over the Quarantine
warnings: Graphic description of broken bones, sparring violence



Prompts below! Anyone who wants anything specific can PM me or contact me at Light_shade

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[ragnarsson]

[Ivar's face remains in a stubborn cast for a moment, but he knows the truth of what Marco's trying to say to him. He can't remain tough forever with a broken leg. This will need to be solved sooner rather than later.]

There is one. Shigeru. I don't know his last name. But I'll trust him.

[He manages to sit up a little straighter as he uses the wall for balance.]

Can you help me get back to my room?

[brightline]

<Okay, cool. I'll look him up, and yeah, I can totally get you back to your room. Probably gonna hurt, because gorillas are not exactly delicate, but I know you can take it.>

[Crouching down further, Marco slides one of his massive gorilla arms around Ivar's shoulders, and works the other under his thighs, carefully lifting him, wincing because he knows how bad it must hurt. Marco's dealt with a million broken bones before, he knows it never really gets less painful, no matter how used to it you get.

Moving as smoothly as possible, he makes his way back into Ivar's room, and carefully sets him down on the bed.]

<How you doing, man?>

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar ends up clutching the thick gorilla arms as hard as he can, turning his face to the side as he tries very hard not to scream the entire time. Every time Marco puts a foot down, it jostles his leg, and Ivar can physically feel the bones shift under the skin. This has happened to him many times before, but it never really gets any easier.

When Marco sets him down on the bed, he just curls up on his side, looking rather pale, and far more miserable than he's been in a very long time.]

I've been better. And worse. [Yes, he's actually been in a worse state than what he is ] Remind me to tell about the time I broke my leg and didn't tell anyone for a full day. [Really, it's a wonder he's survived this long.]

[brightline]

[As soon as Ivar's on the bed, Marco starts demorphing to his own human form, the thick arms shrinking down to his own slim ones, his shoulders narrowing, his nose and mouth defining themselves in different ways, skin going from pitch black to its usual tan. Once he's done, dressed in just a pair of leggings, he grabs the closest shirt he can find and slips it on - it's Ivar's, horribly oversized on him, gaping at the neck and hanging to his mid-thigh - and sits down on the bed.

Almost without thinking, he reaches out and pushes his fingers through Ivar's hair, trying to soothe him a little. And with his other hand, he pulls out his device, starts scrolling through to find the contact for this Shigeru guy.]

Yeah? You should tell me about it while we wait.

[Anything to distract him from how bad he's hurting.]