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Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Jul 5, 2011 1:15:13 GMT -5
QWERTYDAMNDONKEYMONKEYMAKINGBARBARASTREISAND! Ok so I had a nice long reply typed out for this (from my phone) with a nice little plot twist (I still have no internet so I am shriveling up from no RP) and then Opera Mini decided to toss my (its?) cookies and delete everything that I had written. Oh and the three paragraphs I wrote (ON MY PHONE) are now gone forever. T.T I will try again when I have access to my computer again (screw you Opera.)
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Jul 7, 2011 9:54:41 GMT -5
ooc | I completely understand! Stuff like that happens to me way too often to be good for my health. xD Just happened recently with my RP with Kit!
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Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Jul 7, 2011 16:09:30 GMT -5
OK, now to respond to this as I repopulate my Habitarium. xD All my buggies died and then the Professor gave me a LARNIKIN. >< She's harvesting rocks right now while my mootix and pinchit nesters, who I'd harvested and saved, are babbymakin. xD
Mem adjusted the silk on her back, wishing she'd of thought to bring her shopping bag with her. And then she'd had a thought. My hotel is on this side of town! I always book for two, so it's my treat. She realised how odd this situation would be- she didn't usually share a room with another female. On this same train of thought, Mem seriously hoped that Felice didn't ask *why* she always booked for two- though her pat answer was that she liked the closet space of the larger suites. The answer typically worked on most people, and those that it didn't work on were jerks anyhow. It's not too far from here, I think. Anyhow it's better than my dad's ship. She thought about the last time she'd been on that ship- the blasted thing didn't have anywhere she could take a bubble bath! Before she opened her mouth, she heard something.
Her ears flicked around, noting that they were far enough from the Cove now to be out of earshot from the pirates (even if they were getting louder). She knew she wasn't being paranoid- there was normal walking and then there was that devious slinking you usually only heard in the city right before someone pulled a knife and mugged you. She squinted her eyes, trying to take advantage of her 345 degree field of vision- when she saw something move behind her. Nope, a group of somethings. And one of them was fat. Flicking her ears back in irritation- no, more like anger- she turned to Felicity.
Hold my silk, she demanded without hesitation. Her eyes were almost popping out of her head with her fury, and the group of somethings were approaching pretty quickly (though the fat one seemed to be struggling a bit.)
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Jul 10, 2011 21:13:08 GMT -5
ooc | Oh my gosh, that stupid professor DOES always give out Larnikins!! What the heck? XD I hate those things! Also, for some reason the term "hold my silk" made me laugh SO hard.
ic | Felicity expressed her relief at hearing that Mem's hotel room was close by - the idea of being caught out in the open at night on Krawk Island had not been pleasant, to put it mildly. As they were walking, however, Felicity's nose caught the scent of the ruffians tagging along at about the same time Mem heard them. She was about to poke Mem and mention it, but suddenly the Lupe found numerous bolts of cloth being shoved into her arms.
Uh - excuse me--? Felicity sputtered as Mem tossed her newly-bought silk into Felicity's paws. She stared curiously at Mem from around the large pile of fabric - what was this mare going to do, break out into some ninja attack? Highly dubious, Felice stepped back to watch. She had her own kknife, but with all this silk in her way there was no chance of her fighting. And she'd rather have to make a break for it than face Mem's wrath if she soiled her precious silks.
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Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Jul 11, 2011 1:30:26 GMT -5
OOC: I think it's because it's so similar to "hold my purse" and... it's Mem. XD
Mem was already halfway to the fat person- err... the group- when Felice had realised what was going on. She didn't have any weapons, and the last person she'd killed (OK, the only) was on accident- he shouldn't have been walking on the pavement so close to the road. This would actually be with intent, she thought to herself.
Better to knock out the skinny one first to make the fat guy look like an accident. When she finally got within striking range, she began kicking and swinging at the skinny one with all her might, finally knocking him down. The fat guy wasn't so easy.
It was only later- after her jaw stopped throbbing and the bruise on her neck wasn't so ghastly- that she would agree that she probably should have just avoided the whole situation. She'd still killed the bastard, but only after she was quite certain he'd split her jaw into three places. She'd have to rely on the minor healing magic she was capable of to keep the blasted thing in place until she could get to someone with actual healing talent. She walked back to Felicity, hooves chipped, mane mussed, and pretty well bloodied up. That could have gone better, she admitted.
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Jul 14, 2011 8:01:10 GMT -5
Felicity stared open-mouthed at the ensuing fight. She quickly pulled herself together, however - as ridiculous as Mem acted, this was pretty much all the evidence Felicity needed to believe that Mem really was the daughter of a pirate. However, daughter of a pirate or not, even Felicity could tell that this battle was not at all one-sided. Mem's condition when she finally strode over to Felicity - with every pretense of acting collected and in-control - was a poor one, to put it lightly.
Maybe a top at the hospital before we skip over to the hotel is in order? Felicity suggested, clearly unperturbed by the sight of Mem's mess (both herself and the muggers). She wanted to inquire about Mem's fighting abilities, but getting patched up was first on the list of priorities - before more muggers came.
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Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Jul 15, 2011 21:40:12 GMT -5
Mem shook her head, testing out her jaw. Evidently, the adrenaline rush that came with fighting helped speed up her mediocre healing ability, too. I'll be fine, I just can't eat until it stops throbbing. She tested the bruising with her fluke- yup. It still hurt. She wasn't used to fighting, really- she only did it when she really couldn't control herself. I need a shower more than anything else, she lied, the sound of her jaws grinding very nearly making her want to throw up.
These things fix themselves, right? I've never had a broken bone before. She didn't really sound fearful, just curious. She was more worried about how photogenic she'd be after everything healed up. Feeling an open wound on her head, she retracted her earlier statement. This thing's gonna leave a scar! I need to go to the hospital, STAT! The thought mortified her.
...yup. Still Mem. XDD
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Jul 18, 2011 9:42:51 GMT -5
Felicity openly winced at the pained sound of Mem talking. Maybe Mem couldn't hear it herself, but her voice and movements were filled with that slow, jerky movement that came when someone was in a great amount of pain. Uh, yeah, they do fix themselves, but I seriously doubt you'd want them to, Felicity said in a somewhat exasperated tone, putting an arm around Mem to give her some support. She couldn't tell if Mem was being sarcastic or if pain was clouding her mind somewhat.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when Mem suddenly shrieked and demanded to be taken to a hospital. Fyora's staff, Mem! Felicity snapped, almost dropping the Peophin before she remembered the state her friend was in. She shut her muzzle, however, and the two began their slow journey to the hospital. Thankfully it's not far, Felicity thought. She could even see the several-story building over on the road across from where they were.
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Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Jul 19, 2011 1:18:59 GMT -5
Mem nearly did topple over, then flicked her ears back (ouch!)- My jaw's broken, not my ears. No need to yell, she jested. Always having been the 'good daughter' growing up, Mem would sooner die than admit her jaw actually hurt. Right now, she was half tempted to ask the doctors to please just remove it, because it would probably feel better that way than it did right now. Oh, thank Fyora, we're here already. If this thing starts to heal without stitches I'll cut it open again so it doesn't scar. She'd heard Ance say that it worked that way- but then again, her former sister-in-law said a lot of things that didn't make sense.
She walked up to the first person who looked like they knew what they were doing (basically, covered in blood but not super angry or limping). Can you give me some stitches? I don't want this enormous gaping head wound to scar.
The Kyrii looked at her in dismay, and upon looking at her head, chuckled. You can glue it, but lady- a one-centimetre cut isn't worth getting stitches for. And it's under your hairline. I can probably get you some pain meds, otherwise, you're fine. He chuckled, quickly writing off a prescription for some topical cream and some light pain pills.
Mem stared, obviously displeased with his reaction. What, did you get your medical licence out of an Achyfi can? Admittedly, she was in enough pain that there was so much more she wanted to say to him, but in doing so she'd probably get arrested. Instead, she just started to cry, which ticked her off. UGH! The jerk probably thought he was doing her a FAVOUR.
Poor Mem. XD
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Jul 24, 2011 15:14:38 GMT -5
If Mem hadn't been badly wounded, Felicity would have given her a round whack on the head. Why in Neopia was she getting so worked up?! The Lupess hadn't seen such antics... well, ever! Sweet Fyora, Mem, Felicity muttered in an undertone, with the idea of Mem hearing her. Her crying was so loud that the chance was pretty slim anyway. Keep it up and they'll think you're pregnant or something. Ha, Mem definitely wouldn't like that idea. Felicity inwardly smirked at her own comment. Maybe it would be worth saying that to Mem just to see the look on her face...
But instead of being so cruel, Felicity instead half-dragged the mare over to the waiting room chairs. Just sit here for a moment, all right? Felicity said roughly (though perhaps she meant it to be soothingly). Once Mem looked like she wasn't about to slide sideways out of the rickety, wooden contraption of death, Felicity marched over to the check-in counter where the Kyrii had moved and was making some checks on a clipboard.
Excuse me, she said politely enough, then suddenly reached over the counter and grabbed the Kyrii by his ruff. Maybe you need glasses, quackers, she said, her voice suddenly a snarl, but my friend there has a broken jaw, so if you don't get her a room and bed right this minute then I will come over there and make sure you see nothing but novas. Understand? The Kyrii quaked at this sudden outburst, his jaw hanging and eyes bulging. He sputtered out what sounded vaguely like a "yes" before Felicity was satisfied enough to shove him back behind the counter.
Nose in the air, Felicity sauntered back to where Mem was sitting. No one else in the waiting room had batted an eyelash during the entire interrogation. It's Krawk Island. One must be rough everywhere, including the hospital, she explained.
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Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Jul 24, 2011 17:02:31 GMT -5
(I almost actually went BAHAHAAHA out loud, but considering I have a dog sleeping on my feet with very sharp nails I decided muffled laughter would do. Well played, Felice, well played. I very nearly shot my energy drink out my nose.)
Mem nodded, as if this was canon, then realised how freaking bad that felt. I'm imagining a broken jaw is seriously the least of his priorities, though- OH MY GOSH LIKE THAT DAGGER IN THAT GUY'S EYE. Mem didn't have an issue with eyeballs in themselves, but when crap stuck out of them all willy-nilly it made her flinch. Also, I think this doctor is new. He's changing his scrubs. She watched as the doctor sheepishly hurried into a supply closet. I'm not sure how pissing contests work, but I think you won, she added thoughtfully. She nursed her jaw a bit, watching curiously as someone passed out upon seeing the knife in the unfortunate Krawk's eye. Pfft. Pansy. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Skinny One walk in, furious. That doctor better hurry up or there's gonna be two dead pirates tonight. The glint in her eye said she wasn't kidding, though the look on her face said something totally different. I'm missing out on valuable bubble bath time thanks to those jerks. Oh, and here comes the other jerk. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, she said with a wink, knowing that Felicity probably had garnered enough information about her to realise that Mem had said to do just about anything but sleep with someone on the waiting room floor.
The Kyrii came out in his fresh scrubs, insisting that it wouldn't be long. Err... unless you'd like to come... along? His ears were back, eyes wide with fear. It was only at this point that the young doctor was seriously regretting his internship choice.
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Aug 6, 2011 22:28:21 GMT -5
Felicity smirked. I've had a few years of practice, she drawled, leaning back in her chair and stretching. Her back audibly cracked, making a few Neopets in the waiting room openly wince. She grinned as Mem dropped the word "jerk" like candy - it was quite a ftting word when you were referring to Neopets living on Krawk Island. She gazed unsympathetically at the Kyrii who was slinking over to them. He was clearly terrified; well, let him be. It was a good instinct to have.
As they waited, Felicity watched Mem with increasing amusement. Very good, Mem, she teased when the Peophin pointed out the pirate with the dagger in his eye. We weren't even playing I Spy, she smirked. Your dad's a pirate, is he not? One would think you'd be used to such injuries. She chuckled, though stopped abruptly when the Kyrii finally managed to step over to them and stammer out a few sentences.
'Bout time, the Lupess said, standing and helping Mem out of her chair (protests or not). "Thank you's" were in short supply on the pirate island, not that most Neopets expected them. It was usually considered a plus if you managed to carry on a conversation with someone that didn't involve punches.
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Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Aug 9, 2011 12:32:09 GMT -5
HRACK! It wasn't so much that she was protesting; rather that she didn't like being lifted out of her chair. It's not that I'm totally unused to seeing odd injuries- I'm a criminal defense lawyer. It's the fact that there is a dagger in someone's eye and they're not entirely bothered by it- nevermind. He has a morphine drip. The mare shuddered, unenthralled by the whole medicinal process. She then realised that shuddering was actually quite painful, but didn't say anything because the last thing she needed was for Felice to show her exactly how bad she COULD be hurting right now. Realising that Felicity fully intended to make sure that the Kyrii did exactly what he was supposed to do, Mem followed in resignation. While she was always keen on gaining new friends, those new friends usually didn't punch the daylights out of doctors or have a hands-off attitude about other people.
Before she realised it, she'd been dragged into a room. That wasn't unusual, but the quick needle pinch to her foreleg was. She heard a bit of mumbling, and felt pretty sleepy. Then pissed, because HEY- this bastard just gave her a narcotic without her permission! She verbally threatened to sue, and she was quite sure she shouted it.
The Kyrii shook his head. The morphine's just to make sure she doesn't uh... do what most pirates do, like uh... try to kick my ass. The drooling will stop after I set her jaw, and then I can get you guys out of here because quite frankly you scare me. He watched as the blood-spattered Peophin attempted to mumble something about malleable apples, and shook his head. He really, really hated his job.
((ooc: Sorry this is so short- I feel like something the dog dragged in D: ))
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Aug 21, 2011 9:11:41 GMT -5
Felicity hadn't realized how uptight she'd been until Mem finally quieted under the affects of the morphine. She let out a breath and let herself relax slightly. Sounds good, she said to the Kyrii doctor after he explained the next course of action. A wave of tiredness hit Felicity - probably because she'd let herself relax. Stifling a yawn, Felicity discovered a chair in the corner and flopped herself into it, watching Mem continue to mumble (now incoherently). She hoped the doctor would hurry up and set Mem's jaw already. She was tired, and she knew that if she was up much longer she'd get even crankier than she already was. Bedtime sounded wonderful right now.
ooc | fff no prob; mine's way shorter. xD
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Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Aug 22, 2011 17:26:40 GMT -5
Mem felt absolutely nothing when the doctor re-set her jaw, but was still seething the malpractice suit she was so desperate to file against the doctor. She hadn't given her expressed, written consent to have a morphine injection, and what if she were allergic to the narcotic? She blinked a few times as he gave her a form to fill out and told her to sign here. Narcam, she demanded, and through her haze saw the doctor flinch. Give me Narcam or I'm not signing squat, She felt herself glaring, and stared at the doctor until he presented the requested anti-narcotic. When the 'beautiful reliever', as her sister had called it, entered her IV, she immediately felt the morphine start to leave her system. Reading the paperwork now that she wasn't stoned, she started growling in her throat. You expect me to sign a consent form for morphine AFTER you illegally injected me with it?! Granted, her jaw hurt like hell, but she was going to make this Kyrii's life miserable- the look of absolute fear in his eyes egged her on. I hope your malpractice insurance is freaking amazing. Expect to be served in a few days. Throwing the clipboard on the ground, ignoring the fact that the clatter would have awoken the dead, she picked up her belongings and urged Felicity out of the room. I think it's time we head off to the hotel. I can't think of medical law on an empty stomach and a lack of sleep.
I think we can skip the traveling there part, LOL.
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Sept 1, 2011 8:14:48 GMT -5
Felicity stared at Mem, eyes wide. Mutely, she followed Mem out of the hospital without really thinking about what she was doing. She even missed the priceless look on the Kyrii's face. It was unlikely that the poor Kyrii would ever have worse patients than he had just experienced, even for his already lowered standards.
When they were outside, Felicity finally regained her speech (and part of her thinking). What in Fyora's name were you babbling back there? the Lupe asked, shaking her head. She hoped it was just her own tiredness that was rendering her thoughts incoherent - otherwise she was feeling very stupid. She hadn't kept up with Mem's jargon at all. "Malpractice insurance"... "medical law"... She stared at Mem as if she'd never seen her before. What are you, some kind of lawyer?
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Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Sept 30, 2011 17:30:41 GMT -5
Mem nodded, not particularly thinking it was a big deal for her to be a lawyer. Usually criminal defence, but I know a fair bit of medical law because my sister was... well. She needed me to stand up for her towards the end. She shrugged that last thought off- Noir's death had been tough for her, and even though it had been years ago, she felt like it was too soon to focus on it once again.
They arrived at the hotel with little issue- Mem continued to be furious about her illegal injection, and she was pleased that Felice wasn't the type of Neopian to tell her to drop it. She handed the bellhop her silk (which only had ONE bloodstain on it), and glared at the Shoyru when he lifted an eyebrow at the two females sharing a room. Tonight is NOT the night, bucko. I have had to deal with my errant father, been in a two-to-one fistfight, dealt with a misogynistic doctor, and got shot up with morphine without signing a consent form. I do not need your patronising eyebrow lift!
The Shoyru stared, mouth agape. I... I was just wondering if your friend had any luggage she needed brought up. He decided that the mare must have had the worst day ever, and if he wanted a tip he better pander and coddle her with everything he was worth. Perhaps I should send up tonight's special dinner of Foie de gras?
She glared again, decidedly still in a bad mood. Remembering that while she was still on Krawk Island, the workers here were not pirates, she took a breath. No, thank you. I don't want to eat a duck liver that's been force-fed from a box with a tube down it's throat being fed corn meal for six weeks. She took a breath, realising she'd just gone on a tangent there. Good gravy, she felt like a pre-law student again, spouting cruelty and rights all over the place. Maybe just some pizza or steaks, though. It's been a really rough day. She watched as the bellhop nodded and nearly skipped off to the kitchen. She felt wilted by now, knowing that she'd feel refreshed after eating, a long bubble bath, and sleep. Droopy-eyed, she glanced over at Felicity. There should be a second bed up there by now- these guys work quick. We're on the third floor, and there's an elevator! She perked up a little at the sight of the elevator, which meant she didn't have to walk ALL THE WAY up to their room.
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Oct 8, 2011 18:11:36 GMT -5
Felicity had to laugh as she and Mem made their way towards the elevator. She'd been holding in the giggles from the moment Mem had backtalked the poor Shoyru bellhop. She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed like that - enough to make tears stream down her face. Oh Fyora, she groaned between guffaws, leaning on the wall of the elevator as they made their way up to the third floor.
No, no, I'm sorry, she finally managed to snort out, afraid of what look Mem would be giving her for laughing so hard. I know it's probably horrible to laugh after a day like this, but sweet Fyora... you don't give any of these poor chaps a break when you're in a foul mood, do you? And again she burst into girly giggles when thinking about the shmoozing Shoyru.
By now, the elevator had reached its destination of the third floor. Felicity took charge of the keys and opened the door. Once her laughing had quieted down, she finally took a moment to register the hotel they were in, and their room. It was... nice. Way nicer than her disgusting flat on the other side of town. Way nicer than any buildings down there, honestly. Going back home after this little adventure wasn't exactly a happy prospect.
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Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Nov 24, 2011 0:29:39 GMT -5
hot shit I am glad to be back XD
Mem cast a sideways glance at the Lupess, unsure of whether or not she wanted to punch her or laugh uncontrollably. After the day she'd had... Oh, hell. She'd punched out a skinny guy, killed a fat guy, had her jaw broken and had to deal with her dad. She let out a chuckle, shaking her head. Only on the bad days, she admitted, stepping into the totally luxe suite.
But forget all that noise. Tonight, we shall live like queens! She attempted to lift her head, but realised that it pulled the skin on her face just enough to hurt. Instead, she opted for a slight flourish with her hoof. She'd ordered dinner on hot plates before she'd arrived (not the cruelty-induced duck liver), but seeing as it wasn't burnt and there were now two full suppers waiting in the kitchenette, Memory assumed that at least one person today wasn't going to die for being incredibly- and incurably- stupid. I usually don't spring for hotels this nice- but considering it was either this, a tourist trap or a place riddled with Unmentionables I figured it was worth the cost. She shrugged, not usually one to mention how much things cost- though she was never above mentioning that something she owned was, in fact, priceless, rare, or ludicrously expensive. She wasn't a prude, after all.
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Dec 3, 2011 20:10:37 GMT -5
Felicity was still wandering about the suite, admiring everything. She ran a paw along the kitchenette surfaces--not a speak of dust or grime in sight. Her paws bounced along the plush carpet. The sofa was of high quality, without any stains or stuffing poking out anywhere. She flopped down on the bed, and was shocked when she inhaled--it smelled so clean! For once she'd be able to sleep without the constant awareness of the tiny bugs that used her bed as well.
Felicity flopped around on her back and stared up at the ceiling. Suddenly conscious of tears that had unreasonably sprung to her gold eyes, she wiped them away hurriedly, hoping Mem hadn't sauntered over and seen. Looking up at the ceiling, Felicity was struck once again by its spotlessness. No mold crawling up the walls or mildew along the boards. A great feeling of discomfort, like someone being somewhere she wasn't allowed, began to worm its way into her stomach. So... ah... what's for dinner? Felicity called over to Mem, trying to keep the conversation casual so the Peophin wouldn't notice how overwhelmed Felicity was by their surroundings.
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