Bender 2

[hisnameisthecaptain]

 

[[ Location: IN YOUR HOME ]]

[The Captain is in your home.  Yes your home.  He is a haggard looking man.  He has one arm in a sling, having recently broken it upon entering Mayfield.

It seems The Captain is very drunk.

Any of these things are possible:

--There is an empty bottle of liquor on your living room floor.  Your front door is open and he is currently searching your kitchen for a late night snack or another bottle of alcohol. 

--He is laying on your couch, smelling of booze with a half empty bottle in his good hand.  He is moaning and groaning about something.  You hear the name Beyond and Tabitha.  Again the front door is wide open.

--He is in your garage, so very lost.  Knocking things over and cursing loudly as he crashes around.

--He is in your back yard arguing with your tree.  He'll throw his bottle of booze at it and then get very upset over not having anymore booze.

Do as you would if any of these events happened at your house.]

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[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

[[Waking up to crashing in the garage on her day off is totally not cool. She wraps a bathrobe around her negligee and goes to...

what
the
fudge?

Uhm...]]

Ah...I'm afraid you're in the wrong garage. Are you lost?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Well The Captain would be surprised, dropping his bottle of whiskey. It would shatter on the ground as he stumbled into a wall, unable to brace himself because of his broken arm.]

☠☠☠☠ what is wrong with my ☠☠☠☠ arm!?

Beyond and their ☠☠☠☠ superwood and this ☠☠☠☠ place and what the ☠☠☠☠ are you doing in my house?

[He wasn't even in the house...]

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

[[Oh shit son, she notices the sling and ties her bathrobe up tight.]]

You're in the Birthday garage, and you're drunk off of whiskey. Which you just shattered all over the place.

[[She moves quickly, a hand going to steady his shoulder.]]

Don't freak out on me, OK? I'm a nurse. I just want to see your injury.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[He wasn't much for quick reactions. He sang in a drunken slur.]

Happy birthday ☠☠☠☠. Happy birthday ☠☠☠☠. Happy birthday happy birthday, happy birthday ☠☠☠☠.

I'm the ☠☠☠☠ Captain. When I find Beyond and S.I.L.E.N.T. I'm gonna ☠☠☠☠ them. Then I'm gonna kill them. Then I'm gonna ☠☠☠☠them again because I'm the hero.

[Just kinda leaning heavily on the wall.]

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

[[She manages to find a chair that has NOT been destroyed and moves to get him to sit in it as best she can while deftly and gently removing the sling.]]

Have you been to the hospital, sir? Can you tell me what happened to your arm, what the bone feels like when you move it? Like a sprain, a burning, a deep pang of cracked bone...

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[He'd have a hard time sitting in place. Kinda leaning and swaying in the seat even after she started working.

The arm was actually in a cast, it seems like he saw professional help very recently.]

I fell! ☠☠☠☠ and how did my arm break? Two ☠☠☠☠ stories... ☠☠☠☠ Beyond!

[Now just angry. He looked over to where the alcohol fell.]

Where do I keep the ☠☠☠☠ liquor in here?

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

[[She pushes his hair out of his face to see if he has a head wound or something like it. No? Just drunk, God he's drunk. She can smell it all over his breath, but she's not about to give him the "YOUR LIVER WILL BE PICKLED IF YOU KEEP THIS UP" speech.

She moves his arm around carefully, feeling the cast.]]

You're currently in the garage at the Birthday residence, sir. You're too drunk to really stand. If you feel like vomiting, please let me know.

[[To emphasize this point, she grabs an overturned bucket and places it in between his legs.]]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Again he didn't get it. Funny names and all.]

Happy ☠☠☠☠ birthday Mr president!

Now pretty lady, why don't you tell The Captain where he can find some little green ☠☠☠☠.

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

[[Just staring a little, moving the arm around a bit more as she studies it carefully.]]

Birthday. It's my husband's last name. My name is Lisa, Lisa Garland. I'm a nurse here in town. And I don't what you mean by "little green ****" because I can't understand you. You're in no means to go anywhere...we should probably get you inside and on the couch.

[[With the bucket. Yes, with the bucket.]]

Are you on any sort of illegal drugs or prescription medications, can you tell me that much?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Getting him to sit down was a challenge but getting him to stand back up was more so. He fell back into the seat almost falling backwards.]

Your husband sounds like a ☠☠☠☠. Who names their kids last name birthday?

Lisa Garland? Your one of those fem...femmm...☠☠☠☠, fem-nazi's who won't change their names?

No drugs... no. Don't ☠☠☠☠ mix well with what I drink...

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

No, no, it's just the way things work in Mayfield. I don't know how long you've been here...

[[Lisa has dealt with damn near everything in the ER, she can totes deal with him. She slings his free arm around her shoulder, hooking the bucket over up and under her shoulder. This is going to be a bit of a challenge, but she's going to do it anyway.]]

Hold onto me. Tight now! I'll steady you.

[[Girl's six feet tall; she can handle it.]]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Too ☠☠☠☠ long already... where's the ☠☠☠☠ sky?

[He'd be hauled up, the biggest problem was motivating him. He didn't hold onto her, he was very much dead weight at the moment as he didn't seem to feel like walking. The Captain wasn't being difficult on purpose, he just was difficult.

If she got him a few steps he'd start to at least get his feet under him and walking with her. Relenting as he did to where she was guiding.]

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

Good, you're doing good.

[[She grabs the hand of the arm around him, holding onto it with a rather firm grip and moving him outside, looking around. No one, apparently, is outside to help her. GRAND.]]

The sky's right there, and this is the door. I'm getting you inside my house, just keep shuffling. I'll pick you up if you fall, but please please please try not to, OK?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Is that my house?

[He looked confused and lost now that he was outside again. Everything looked the same to him out here.]

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

No, it's not your house, but once you can walk on your own again and have less alcohol in your system, I'll take you there myself.

[[The door's hanging open a little, so she kicks it in gently with her bare feet. Uggghhhh he smells. If he barfs on her good bath robe...

No, don't think like that. Just replace it.

She nudges him towards the couch.]]

Can you make it there on your own? I need to get a few things for you.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Someones gonna hit me if I go in there... everyone ☠☠☠☠ hits me.

[He didn't stop her he just sounded grumpy about it. He'd stumble in with her and as she asked him that he would pull free to stand. It was more a stagger than a walk as he made his way over and flopped down on the couch.]

More rum?

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

No one's going to hit you here, just relax.

[[She puts the bucket next to him on the couch, her voice sincere and generous. There's a moment where she watches him carefully before disappearing into the kitchen. She comes back with saltine crackers and a big glass of water.]]

No more rum; you've had enough. We need to get quite a bit out of your system, all right? Have some crackers and some water, and if you need to void your stomach, the bucket's right here.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

I don't want ☠☠☠☠ crackers.... I'll take the water though.

[Worked to get himself sitting before taking the glass and drinking the water fast.]

Who are you anyways?

[She did tell him once but that was a totally different topic and The Captain wasn't great at thinking even on his best of sober days.]

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

[[She sits on the armrest of the couch; no way she's going to keep crouching down next to him with the thought he's gonna barf anywhere and everywhere. Not that she minds being barfed on by patients buuuuut...it's not one of her favourite things to do, nor is it on her agenda today. There is no "Let drunken man found in garage puke on my good bathrobe" on her to-do list today, sorry Captain.]]

My name's Lisa Garland. I'm a nurse here at the hospital. Do you know what town you're currently in?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

I'm in America... the Swiss ☠☠☠☠ vikings don't like me being on their couch and the super wood nearly broke my ☠☠☠☠ toe.

[Yeah, putting thoughts together was not high on his list at the moment.]

Also I can't fly and the ground ☠☠☠☠ hurts too much here.

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

You're in America, yes. In a town called Mayfield.

[[She leans over to rub her hand over his back in a reassuring motion. Waiting for him to barf up anytime now, she's just KNOWS it's coming...please let it be in the bucket please please PLEASE let it be in the bucket...if there's a god, it'll be in the bucket and Lisa will start going to church.

Maybe.]]

Can you tell me where you woke up today? Are you having trouble with your vision at all?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

☠☠☠☠ Mayfield and ☠☠☠☠ Beyond.

[He mutters. He was not doing good but oddly retained the liquor in his system. That was until she continued to rub his back and he tried to open his eyes again. The room spun and he grabbed the bucket vomiting hard several types of liquor and nothing solid enough to be real food.]

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

[[...is there a church in Mayfield? Lisa will have to find this out, apparently. Thank god for a bucket in the garage.

Quickly, she moves to the kitchen and comes back with a two wet clothes, one warm and one cold. She presses the cold one to his forehead as he voids his system and places the warm one to his chin to wipe away the remains when he looks like he's done.]]

Just let it come out, it's OK. I'll clean the bucket out, just do whatever you need to do in order to feel better. Do you need the toilet?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

☠☠☠☠ no...☠☠☠☠

[He coughed. As soon as he stopped purging long enough to do so he would nudge at her trying to stand up on his own again. The nasty taste in his mouth barely registered to the haggard Captain.]

Okay, no more leaning over... that's a problem.

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

OK, OK, just sit up for a bit. Just close your eyes and inhale through your mouth and exhale through your nose. In the mouth, out the nasal cavity. Can you do that much for me, just to make yourself feel better?

[[She pulls the bucket closer to him, just in case.]]

Can you tell me your name? Do you know how much you drank?