A toast to that invincible bunch, the dinosaurs surviving the crunch [OPEN]

[primogen_vampirate]

WHO Mina and OPEN
WHAT Dealing with massive amounts of owwie
WHERE The pharmacy/clinic
WHEN Evening, Day 13
NOTES Multiple threads and threadjacking welcome and encouraged
WARNINGS Blood and medical stuff, most likely

Mina rarely indulged in sloth. Despite all appearances, it was her least favorite of the Seven Deadly. But after the whole disaster with the box, she gave herself an entire day and night just to stay in bed. She didn't rest. Not much. For the most part, she lay there stewing in her own juices. But at least her body had a chance to recover.

Slightly.

The problem with a limited blood supply was that she had to ration how much blood she used to heal her wounds. And so it was practicality, not the Masquerade, that left her to wake up still lacerated and bruised the next night.

Feeling sulky and bitter, she dragged herself out of bed. She didn't bother pulling on her suit, as she had absolutely no intention of speaking with anyone. Instead, she pulled on an oversized, button-down shirt she'd found in the closet of the master bedroom. Slipping into a pair of boots, she made her way out the door, crossing the sleepy, little village. She didn't particularly care about the wolves. At this point, she was just as likely to eat them as ignore them. But none gave her much bother as she made her way into the clinic.

It was beneath her dignity. Far beneath her dignity. But once inside, she peeled off her shirt. Dressed only in her unmentionables and her boots, she sat down on a cot that she had set up against the far wall, taking out a suture set. Gritting her teeth, she started to stitch up the slashes along her arm.

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[primogen_vampirate]

"Well, my darling new friend Pendragon," she said the name with some contempt - she knew he was lying about his identity and she hated it, but she had to respect that, "keeps promising to throw a proper party. But I fear he doesn't quite have the attention to detail required for that. To say nothing of the fact that he seems a bit unpopular."

[porcelainpride]

"Clearly he is, because I don't know him." Kurt looks decidedly excited at the notion of a party.

[primogen_vampirate]

Mina turned her wrist, pulling up a video of Gabriel from the network. "This is Pendragon," she said, showing Kurt the screen. Marvelous inventions, really. Too bad Kindred didn't show up on them. "Bit of a lout, but seems to enjoy festivities."

[porcelainpride]

"Ohhhh, I've seen him on the network. If he's a fan of parties he's a friend of mine." Then, almost bouncing next to her on the cot -- "Can I help plan? Please please please?"

[primogen_vampirate]

"Darling, you hardly need my permission." She paused. "Although, I would urge you to be very careful dealing with Pendragon. I'm quite certain he's something of a sociopathic liar. They always throw the best parties of course. Just...be careful."

[porcelainpride]

"I'm very cautious. Stranger danger and whatnot." This is said sort of glibly because frieeeeeendssss. :D

[primogen_vampirate]

"Well, you're certainly old enough to take care of yourself," she said. "And you can tell Pendragon that you're my friend. Perhaps that will earn you some credit with him."

She just didn't know what to make of the man, to be honest. He was energetic and entertaining, but at the same time, she knew all too well that he was lying.

And she was beginning to form an inkling about some of his lies.

[porcelainpride]

"I certainly am." Kurt pauses a moment, then pats Mina's knee, affectionately. "But thank you for the concern."

[primogen_vampirate]

The familiarity was unexpected, but Mina didn't mind it terribly much. She would just chalk that up to changing times. Certainly, she didn't view it as any sort of threat.

She rather liked the boy, actually.

Which probably meant protecting him from Anna, but no matter.

"You are most welcome, Mister Hummel."