09-29-2017, 07:32 PM
Ned is....perhaps in shock.
Or just outright dumbfounded.
Or maybe just stewing in the 'serves you right' vein.
Or maybe all of the above.
He watches Doc fall over, having been inspecting the entire situation around barging into the study, setting down the ominous black bag and getting work putting Will back in functional condition. Their newest member wakes up with a startled and sharp blink, as quickly as the Doc tumbles into a bit of dazed comeuppance. Margot crashes on an already fragile current state and Ned eats his cake, staring at his Mentor with a buzzed sense of disconnect. He isn't detatched. More frozen. Abruptly displaced from the moment. Enough that the next mouthful doesn't it make it to his mouth. It hovers there over his plate, trembling slightly as cheesecake will approaching room temperature.
It isn't until Margot breaks down crying that Ned is jolted back into his own mental state. He sets down his utensil and cake bit and instead turns to the Tequila. One might think this is an admittance of defeat unless they knew something of the Orphan's tools. A shot of tequila goes down the hatch, joined by a second a moment later. Couple that with the aches and throbbing agony that are his spine and shoulders and he's sucking down a breath in search of some willful denial. His mind flares, his eyes peel open slowly and there is a forceful sense of calm layered over his gaze.
Ned stands up a bit shakily, already moving toward Margot with a mechanical sense of comfort. The Tequila bottle is in one hand and her sippy cup is refilled with a generous dollop followed by a brief lean forward to press his lips to the top of her blood soaked brow. He moves on next to will, a glass caught up in his other hand which is filled with another generous dollop as well before being handed off to the Hermetic with a nod.
"I'm not kissing your brow but feel free to get drunk."
He hands off the glass or sets it on a nearby chair arm depending on whether Will grasps it within the first couple of seconds of it being handed over. Then, finally, Ned moves toward the Doc with careful steps, Tequila in hand and crouches down alongside his Mentor's head and shoulders to peer at the man's fluttering eyes and ....complicated breathing. Ned tries to remember what he knows of medical knowledge back from his orderly days. There's a frown of distinct displeasure as the memories fail to come up with a large amount of useful info. He was fairly sure being unconscious after such body trauma probably wasn't a good thing.
Ned opts to move to one of the nearby couches, pick up a pillow and tuck it beneath Andres' head. Comfortable for the time being, he stands back up and drags a chair away from the table and closer to the collective trio that is situated on the floor and the couch and plunks himself down onto the chair, wrists to either spread knee, tequila bottle between his legs. He swigs once, exhales loudly and says
"Fuck ups."
And then, as if the first time didn't take.
"Fuck ups."
He swigs again. Exhales loudly again and proceeds to wait for the Doc to wake up.
(Ned @ 6:57PM
(Mind 1: Calm Blue Oceans. Diff 4 - 1 for Foci.)
Roll: 2 d10 TN3 (2, 4) ( success x 1 )
Ned @ 6:57PM
(+1 Diff for Extending)
Roll: 2 d10 TN4 (2, 8) ( success x 1 )
kenna @ 6:58PM
Ned I'm telling everyone you're a softie -- witnessed
Denver @ 6:58PM
kenna has wandered out of Dedicated Dicing Den to explore other realms.)
Or just outright dumbfounded.
Or maybe just stewing in the 'serves you right' vein.
Or maybe all of the above.
He watches Doc fall over, having been inspecting the entire situation around barging into the study, setting down the ominous black bag and getting work putting Will back in functional condition. Their newest member wakes up with a startled and sharp blink, as quickly as the Doc tumbles into a bit of dazed comeuppance. Margot crashes on an already fragile current state and Ned eats his cake, staring at his Mentor with a buzzed sense of disconnect. He isn't detatched. More frozen. Abruptly displaced from the moment. Enough that the next mouthful doesn't it make it to his mouth. It hovers there over his plate, trembling slightly as cheesecake will approaching room temperature.
It isn't until Margot breaks down crying that Ned is jolted back into his own mental state. He sets down his utensil and cake bit and instead turns to the Tequila. One might think this is an admittance of defeat unless they knew something of the Orphan's tools. A shot of tequila goes down the hatch, joined by a second a moment later. Couple that with the aches and throbbing agony that are his spine and shoulders and he's sucking down a breath in search of some willful denial. His mind flares, his eyes peel open slowly and there is a forceful sense of calm layered over his gaze.
Ned stands up a bit shakily, already moving toward Margot with a mechanical sense of comfort. The Tequila bottle is in one hand and her sippy cup is refilled with a generous dollop followed by a brief lean forward to press his lips to the top of her blood soaked brow. He moves on next to will, a glass caught up in his other hand which is filled with another generous dollop as well before being handed off to the Hermetic with a nod.
"I'm not kissing your brow but feel free to get drunk."
He hands off the glass or sets it on a nearby chair arm depending on whether Will grasps it within the first couple of seconds of it being handed over. Then, finally, Ned moves toward the Doc with careful steps, Tequila in hand and crouches down alongside his Mentor's head and shoulders to peer at the man's fluttering eyes and ....complicated breathing. Ned tries to remember what he knows of medical knowledge back from his orderly days. There's a frown of distinct displeasure as the memories fail to come up with a large amount of useful info. He was fairly sure being unconscious after such body trauma probably wasn't a good thing.
Ned opts to move to one of the nearby couches, pick up a pillow and tuck it beneath Andres' head. Comfortable for the time being, he stands back up and drags a chair away from the table and closer to the collective trio that is situated on the floor and the couch and plunks himself down onto the chair, wrists to either spread knee, tequila bottle between his legs. He swigs once, exhales loudly and says
"Fuck ups."
And then, as if the first time didn't take.
"Fuck ups."
He swigs again. Exhales loudly again and proceeds to wait for the Doc to wake up.
(Ned @ 6:57PM
(Mind 1: Calm Blue Oceans. Diff 4 - 1 for Foci.)
Roll: 2 d10 TN3 (2, 4) ( success x 1 )
Ned @ 6:57PM
(+1 Diff for Extending)
Roll: 2 d10 TN4 (2, 8) ( success x 1 )
kenna @ 6:58PM
Ned I'm telling everyone you're a softie -- witnessed
Denver @ 6:58PM
kenna has wandered out of Dedicated Dicing Den to explore other realms.)