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]

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?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[He'd grunt before attempting to breath as she said. Not really feeling better, he drank because he didn't feel good. He didn't want to come down from this.]

I'm The Captain, I'm a ☠☠☠☠ hero....

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

[[Urgh is this like a country. A hero? Is he America's homeboy or something? She inwardly groans to herself. What has she gotten herself in to...?

She told him she'd walk him home herself. Fuuuuuuudddddddddgggggggggggggggggggggggggesicle.]]

Can you tell me why you're drinking so much so that you've run into a stranger's garage and made a mess of things?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[He really didn't know the answer to that one, his moment of joy of knowing an answer to a question gone.]

Because the ☠☠☠☠ ground broke my ☠☠☠☠ arm.

And I am sure you found me in my house...

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

[[She bites her lower lip, thinking about how to go about this...does he know he's been abducted or whatever? Stolen from his own world and taken to...this place?]]

Can you tell me what street you live on and your house number here in Mayfield? Here in the 1950s?

Do you have any clue why you're here or what's going on with this town? Where have you come from?

[[Lisa's ultimate role in life: being an informant. It's nice to have that back. Maybe he won't leave. Maybe.]]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

This isn't my ☠☠☠☠ house?

[Yeah he did not seem to have a clue. He muttered to himself incoherently before pushing up suddenly to stand. And then stumble side ways but not yet fall.]

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

Wait, Captain, wait. Sit back down. You and I need to talk before you go back onto the street.

[[She moves to take his elbow gently and tug him back over.]]

C'mon, sit back down. You need to know some information before you go out there again.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Woops, he's drunk and someone has a goal in mind. Even if it is just for him to sit down. Sitting down again with a huff.]

I know whats going on, I'm not an idiot you know...

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

Then answer my questions.

Where do you live?

Why did you collide with the ground?

Where did you wake up?

[[As an afterthought, she holds up three fingers.]]

How many fingers am I holding up?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[He tries to focus on all those questions coming at him.]

Not.... here....?

☠☠☠☠ that's what I was trying to find out! I think the vodka might know....

☠☠☠☠

....

....

☠☠☠☠

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

[[She pulls her hand back with a sigh, leaning in and speaking very carefully lest he decide she's apeshit. And she was in SUCH a good mood, too...]]

I'm going to let you in on what's happened and what's going on. But you have to promise not to call me crazy. You have to trust me. I'm not here to be a bitch or anything, I'm a nurse. I'm here to give you all the help you need, and once you get back on your feet we can find your new residence and you can ask questions of your new family, all right?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[He was having a hard time to follow that, too many sentences... but he got at least one point.]

No, I know what's behind this ☠☠☠☠. When I find Beyond I am going to ☠☠☠☠ murder them like a ☠☠☠☠ hero.

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

[[Frown.]]

I know no one here, no man or woman or pet, no organization or business, that goes by that name. I do not believe heroes would commit murder, either.

You should eat those crackers. It will really help. If you want to take a cold shower, it'll make you feel better. Just feel free.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

They're not people, they're broccoli. ☠☠☠☠ creepy, angry broccoli.

They're ☠☠☠☠ super secret... I don't want crackers...

[notmytomorrow.livejournal.com]

OK...let me try this another way.

[[She moves to crouch down next to him, wiping his hand clean of ew ew ew vomit, and putting hers over it gently.]]

You need medical attention. I'm a nurse. You've clearly come from a very different world, but there are new rules here. If you don't know them, bad things will happen to you. If you can't tell me where you live, I'll have to make a phone call. If I make a phone call, you'll have to listen in.

If I let you go back out on the street, you won't be able to walk straight and may end up messing up your arm even more. It's rude and impolite to come into someone's home without an invitation and their turn down their hospitality.

[[Now that THAT'S out of the way.]]

You need some substance within you due to only having nothing more than alcohol, and now that your stomach is completely void and your thinking is still unclear, you need to eat something. Bread is very good for you when you've been drinking. I'll make you a sandwich, but you aren't about to leave without anything being on your stomach.

[[She smiles, tilting her head to the side.]]

Understand?