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[lasttoolong]

Who: Logan (lasttoolong) & various
What: Settling in, getting to know people, starting fights.
When: Throughout May.
Where: Milton and surrounds.

Content Warnings: Potential violence, injury, talk of degenerative illness, inadvisable amounts of moonshine. More will be added if needed.

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[chuju]

Scared. It's always struck her as ironic that humans act this way when they're afraid when all it does is cause more fear — among themselves and among the people they're afraid of. A vicious cycle that could be stopped so easily with a little compassionate effort toward understanding someone else.

She stays close while he sits, making sure he doesn't topple off the chair in the process. He's a big, heavy guy, and with all that alcohol his body isn't negating anymore, she wouldn't have been the least bit surprised. But he stays upright, so at least there's that.

When he eyes her, she eyes him right back, guessing at the type of things he's probably done in his life. It's pretty clear from his earlier display that he knows how to use those metal claws. But then she shrugs her shoulders, looking completely unbothered.

"Well, there was a possible future where I may have destroyed the entire planet, so I've learned not to judge people too harshly," she explains, her easy tone at complete odds with the wild statement she's just made. If he's led the type of life she has, he'll roll with it. She's not going to talk about Hive and what the monster that inspired Hydra made her do, though. Logan will have to put in a lot more work to unlock that part of her tragic backstory. "Stay there. I'll go get something to patch you up."

[lasttoolong]

He can, in fact, roll with it. He's known a couple of people who could have probably destroyed a planet if they wanted to -- it's one of the reasons he doesn't shy away from using his claws, if he has to. It's what he's good at.

Logan leans back in the chair, making the wood creak and complain as it takes his weight. He lifts his hand to touch his nose, experimentally, and grimaces. Now he's inside and defrosting, things are starting to hurt in earnest.

"Do I look like I'm going anywhere?"

[chuju]

Oh yeah, he's gonna have more than a few regrets in the morning. The hangover, the injuries, the memories... Though that last one might not be as much of a problem if he's that marinated in alcohol.

She's turned away to get the supplies but stops and looks back to eye him skeptically. Sure, he's hardly been able to stay upright, but that hadn't stopped him during the actual fight.

"Considering the chaos you just helped cause? I wouldn't put it past you to wander off." Her tone turns playfully stern as she points a finger at him and adds, "So don't."

[lasttoolong]

The look and the pointed finger have enough smartass pep to them that Logan actually cracks a smile, though it's tired and painful and only lasts long enough to lift up one corner of his mouth before it turns into a wince. It feels particularly unfair to be stuck without a healing factor in a place where people seem only too happy to hit him in the face, but he can't deny that it's partially his fault, so he swallows the urge to complain.

"I'm staying aren't I?" He growls, looking around belatedly for something he can hold to his aching face. There's an enamel mug within reach, only a little sticky inside with someone's forgotten coffee, so Logan hooks it closer and presses the cool curve of it against his forehead above his throbbing nose.

"It's the kid's fault," he adds, pretty sure about it this time. "Cheated at goddamn cards. You got anything to drink in here?"

[chuju]

"I'll get you something," she replies before heading off, knowing he probably means more alcohol and intending to get him anything but. When she returns a few minutes later, it's with a handful of supplies to try to clean him up, a steaming mug of coffee, and an empty ice bag. The supplies are placed on the table closest to his chair before she hands him the mug.

"Drink that while I fill this," she says, ice bag in hand. Her tone is authoritative, informing him she'll accept no argument. It's the same tone she'd used when leading her team in missions, or with the new recruits whenever shit hit the fan and they needed direction. She doesn't care if he has deadly claws in his hands — like he said, he's not going anywhere right now.

[lasttoolong]

More booze would have been nice, hair of the dog to see of the edge of the hangover starting to threaten his already aching head, but Logan's in no position to turn down the coffee either, though he gives Daisy a baleful glance as he sets the empty cup down and reaches for it with a low grumble of displeasure.

"Good job I like a woman in charge," he points out, words a little more careless than usual thanks to his addled state.

[chuju]

Those careless words bring a smile to her face, the corners of her lips tugged up to convey her amusement. This is the part she enjoys most about being around people who have had too much to drink: they say such revealing things.

"That is good," she agrees, something perilously close to flirtation in her voice. It's only there because this doesn't matter. If she doesn't have genuine feelings for someone, then the flirting comes easily and she doesn't have to panic about the repercussions.

But even still, she moves away before she can dig a hole, heading outside to quickly fill the ice bag with snow. It's not ideal, but it's the best she can manage right now.

[lasttoolong]

It's close enough to give Logan something to think about besides his bruises and broken nose. He watches as she heads out the door and back into the snow and the fog, then shakes his head a little to himself -- and regrets it immediately, grimacing.

By the time she comes back he's had a little coffee and is feeling marginally clearer of thought, though that just means he can feel more of the pain of his injuries.

"Does this place have any.." He tries to remember the name; he doesn't usually need it. "Tylenol? Or something?"

omg the fridge icon XD

[chuju]

"All the extra meds we've scavenged are at the clinic," she explains, setting the ice pack on the table for the moment. They're not near enough to the fire for it to melt right away, thankfully. "I think the doctor who set it up is named... Good-something? There's a note on the board about it."

As she may have mentioned before, resources are scarce, Logan. It's why most of them don't go around beating the shit out of each other.

She takes a moment to look him over, frowning at the injuries she can see and wondering about the ones she can't. Finally, she gives a little half-shrug with her hands. "Okay, dealer's choice. Do I start with the nose or somewhere else?"

[lasttoolong]

There are no good choices, as far as Logan's concerned. He eyes the makeshift ice pack, trying to figure out what he can do to persuade her to just leave him alone with his aching head. It doesn't seem like there's much he can do on that front, so he sighs, resigned to it.

"Do the nose first." He looks up at her, brow furrowed. "You know how to do this, right?"

[chuju]

Yeah, there's no getting rid of her now. She'll be seeing this through to the end, or until one of those doctors wanders in to take over wrangling the grumpy mutant. If she were to leave him alone now, she'd worry about him toppling over and being left to drunkenly sleep on the cold, hard floor.

"Oh, don't worry," she assures him, leaning in to gently assess the damage with her fingertips. This would be so much easier with her powers, but she'll just have to manage without. "This isn't my first rodeo. Ready?"

She doesn't wait for his answer, one hand holding his chin and the other gripping the nose to give it the firm tug needed for manual realignment. It hurts like hell, but given what she knows about him, he's probably used to worse pain than this. Of course, it was always short-lived before. Now, he'll need that ice pack.