09-29-2017, 03:07 PM
Ned's in the kitchen.
The other three have made their sluggish, injured and broken way into the house in various states of fucked up and the young Orphan is fishing around for the unifying force of pain killing and memory deadening that helps with situations like these.
Margot is interrupted on her way to the kitchen with a rather sizeable beach blanket towel, thrust in her direction, followed quickly by a double shot of tequila in a sippy cup minus the lid. Ned, dark eyed and grim jawed, pushes both into her bleeding hands before pointing back toward the library with a firm sort of 'git' and then turning back into the kitchen with nothing more then a wince and a bellow for all ears involved.
"If any of you are going to puke and/or bleed profusely, try to find a clean spot on the hardwood to do it so the clean up isn't a disaster later." There's rummaging and then there's clattering and then there's Ned cursing in a rather intense under-the-breath manner followed by the scraping of something off the kitchen floor with what sounds like a cooking pan.
A minute or so later and he's coming back into the Study with a collection of plates, with utensils and on the top one in one hand and an entire cheesecake balanced on a dish in the palm of his other hand. He kicks past several books, brow furrowed in concentration on approaching the main study table and simply lays all of it out with a scattering of forks and the delicate placement of the cake toward the centre.
He puffs out a breath and stretches into an arch backward, hands held in the lower part of his spine. Then he's turning back around to go and fetch the Tequila and some more glasses, bellowing back over his shoulder on the way.
"So who needs immediate attention and what sort of reduction of suffering can we manage right now?"
The other three have made their sluggish, injured and broken way into the house in various states of fucked up and the young Orphan is fishing around for the unifying force of pain killing and memory deadening that helps with situations like these.
Margot is interrupted on her way to the kitchen with a rather sizeable beach blanket towel, thrust in her direction, followed quickly by a double shot of tequila in a sippy cup minus the lid. Ned, dark eyed and grim jawed, pushes both into her bleeding hands before pointing back toward the library with a firm sort of 'git' and then turning back into the kitchen with nothing more then a wince and a bellow for all ears involved.
"If any of you are going to puke and/or bleed profusely, try to find a clean spot on the hardwood to do it so the clean up isn't a disaster later." There's rummaging and then there's clattering and then there's Ned cursing in a rather intense under-the-breath manner followed by the scraping of something off the kitchen floor with what sounds like a cooking pan.
A minute or so later and he's coming back into the Study with a collection of plates, with utensils and on the top one in one hand and an entire cheesecake balanced on a dish in the palm of his other hand. He kicks past several books, brow furrowed in concentration on approaching the main study table and simply lays all of it out with a scattering of forks and the delicate placement of the cake toward the centre.
He puffs out a breath and stretches into an arch backward, hands held in the lower part of his spine. Then he's turning back around to go and fetch the Tequila and some more glasses, bellowing back over his shoulder on the way.
"So who needs immediate attention and what sort of reduction of suffering can we manage right now?"