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♫3 - Cold Steel Coffin

[Action - The ~~mean~~ streets of Prospero, the Dark Hour]

[Almost two weeks ago there was a corpse brought into the hospital. It was an arrival brought in near the start of the (now-forgotten) zombie "invasion" and, much like the other victims of the upcoming inhuman assault, was barely able to be called an intact corpse. Limbs were torn off, the face was caved in, great gobs of flesh were simply missing. Sadly, there were more pressing matters concerning the intact cadavers actually rising up to life again. While the extra-ordinary violence of the case caused discussion among the coroners, doctors, and orderlies, it was placed upon the back-burner. Jane Doe wasn't going anywhere, after all, and those who had perished at sea and washed up on shore were doing quite the opposite.

After the full moon had passed and all trace of revenants was scoured from the streets of the city and the minds of the population, the case of Jane Doe was merely treated as an unsolved violent crime. Nothing too unusual in Prospero in recent months, sadly, even if it was an astoundingly brutal case compared to the rest. The only thing of note was the victim herself - female, assuredly, but one who's physical traits did not match any specific ethnicity. While interesting, this was merely written off as a side-effect of the condition of the corpse, and the body was shuffled away into the morgue as attempts to identify and contact the departed's relatives were made.

This evening, when the dark hour struck, a certain drawer in the morgue slid open, the sound of a person in motion echoing throughout the deserted building shortly afterwards. Whatever solemn stillness the location maintained was then be shattered by a sharp, startled cry.]

Damn it's cold!

[Not too long afterwards, a certain red-haired woman could be found - in admittedly tattered, bloodied, and all-but-demolished clothing - employing as much stealth as she could muster in order to sneak back into the Bay View Hotel unnoticed.]

[Voice, near the end of the Dark Hour]
Sorta funny. I never really realized how damn cold it got during the dark hour 'till now.

[A familiar voice, but one that's been kind of quiet as of late. Devola hums to herself slightly before following the statement up with a question.]

How've you all been holding up? Between the temperature dropping and the shadows and everything, that is.

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[Normally, Devola would have at least made a go towards defending herself. The problem she had now was that she found herself completely unarmed and utterly exhausted -- apparently revival really took it out of a person...]

[So, she just raised her arms over her head soundlessly, hoping that would be enough to keep her from a return visit to the building she'd left not-long ago.]

[As Miki charges the mostly defenseless woman, she happens upon a rug that someone has so rudely placed in the hallway. Probably to make it look better or something. All it's doing right now, though, is getting caught in miki's feet. With a suprised look she stumbels a few steps befor falling and rolling forward into the wall. Hard. She hits it with a loud thud. The indemnity of the situation is only compounded when the table, which was sent flying as Miki stumbled, lands on her head.]

[While Devola's first (brief) thoughts are ones of relief, they quickly change to ones more appropriate to the situation as it now stands (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vHRMeRszw4). In no time at all she's darted over to Miki, kneeling next to the girl and putting a hand on her shoulder. While she doesn't shake Miki violently per se, there is a general attempt to rouse her via light movement.]

Oh crap. H-hey, c'mon. Please just wake up and laugh it off. Ha-ha-got-you-good-Devola, like that.

[Miki slowly comes too, though initially what's she is saying is fairly garbled and mumbly.]

Buchshhh, ohhhhh hey, it's youuuu that... you're that laaaady who said all the crazy things?

[Devola bites back a frown, forcing a smile. Here was to hoping Miki hadn't gotten herself a concussion.]

Well, I do say some pretty crazy stuff from time to time, so that sounds about right, yeah. And you were... uhm, Miki, right?

[Miki's recovering a bit more, noticeably by the recovery of her speech. There isn't much tere to concuss so it tends not to affect her for too long.]

I think? That sounds right! You're uh....

...I don't think I ever got your name...heh heh...

[The smile's a bit easier now, more natural. Less strained. Though it seemed rather sincere before anyway, but that's beside the point. Either way, Devola's feeling comfortable enough to fake a pout.]

And I thought I was doing good with introducing myself...

...Well, I'm not perfect, so I probably forgot a few times! It's Devola.

I think you may have told me once when we were eating. Though I don't remember when. I don't really remember a lot of things at the moment.

[Miki flips herself into a more vertical position.]

So what's up with the rags and blood? Isn't is a bit early for... [Miki pauses, with a look of strained though on her face for a moment before she gives up.] the scary candy holiday?

Huh? A scary candy holiday? Err, yeah. Something like that maybe. Practice.

[Oh gosh maybe that bump to the head was even worse that it seemed, she'd started to speak in code? Have a wary eye, Miki.]

Are you okay? That was an ugly spill you just took.

Spill? No my glass is right there. It's fine. [Miki weakly gestures off towards a glass that is quite obviously not there.]

It's a good costume. You'll probably be able to get tons of candy without having to threaten anyone.

Costume? Oh. Oh yeah. My costume for the holiday. Thank you. Was hoping I wouldn't have to threaten anyone, so I put my all into it.

But, er, the spill. I meant that trip you just had. The falling. [Her next words are uncharacteristically meek.] There's no glass there, actually.

Oh I didn't go anywhere, I was probably just working late a lot so you didn't notice me.

[Miki yawns deeply. And begins to slouch over and curl up onto the floor.]

Oh wow, all of the sudden I'm really tired. Hopefully your costume will get you [yawn] a lot of candy.

...Aw, c'mon. You know that the middle of the hallway's no place to take a nap.

[Welp that answers her unasked question. Mostly because asking "do you have a concussion?" really doesn't get anyone anywhere.]

[Unless Miki swats her away, she'll move to sling one of Miki's arms over her shoulder.]

Lemme give you a hand; there's a place you should see before you get some rest, okay?

Ok but I dunno what I'll do with three hands! [Miki begins laughing in an inconsistent and incredibly tired manner, amused at her own joke. Otherwise she will be fairly easy to physically manipulate, showing little resistance.]

I dunno, an extra limb might be pretty handy!

...Okay, that was awful. Let's go.

[And-a, just gonna get Miki to the couch in a lobby for now while Devola tries to remember head-injury etiquette. A hospital visit might not do much, but wasn't no-sleepin' a rule or something. Work, braincells, work!]

[The added pun sends Miki into a spiral of giggles, the volume of which slowly deceases as she falls asleep, then sharply increases when she jerks her head back up as she struggles to keep awake.]

[See this look this look is wounded.] Aw, no way. That wasn't even a good one, you can't laugh at that. I'd be a failure as a comedienne if you do that.

No Devola you're not a failure! You're very funny! You just gotta go out there and be the best!

No, no. I know now, if I've got to resort to low-class wordplay I should stick to what I know, professionally speaking.

Say, come to think of it, what is it that you do?

[It takes Miki a bit longer to respond than is medically comfortable, but the message does eventually make its trip from her ears to her brain. She is starting to act and sound somewhat less tired. Though her thoughts are still a bit choppy.]

I deliver...

...packages. And letters sometimes. Did you manage to find...

...a job when you came here too...

...Devola?

Um. Yeah, I did. If you're at the library then feel free to stop by and say "hi."

[A pause. Man, what is coming from an era where healthcare's been dead and gone for a millennium plus... ]

You feelin' okay? You're sounding a little better but... not, at the same time.

Yeah...just having a bit of trouble with...

...words. I guess I wouldn't really have a fun time at the...

...Library now! Hahaha. I'll be sure to come see you I'm sure I'll have a...

...delivery there one...

...day.

Mmph. Usually I'm a believer of "if you can laugh it off, you're fine", but I dunno how to deal with head-injuries.

Not that I want you to move around a whole lot or anything, but do you think you should see a doctor? As in, a real one, and not my amateur diagnosing skills?

Should we really go to the...

...doctor house whit you looking like that? They may want to...

[Miki gestures to Devola's bloodied clothes in a very general manner. It's still somewhat hard for her to focus one one thing.]

...see you first!

True, but this is practice for that spooky-candy holiday, right?

I mean, I'm pretty obviously fine except for the messy clothes. I'm more worried about you right now.

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Handwave the doc's visit or na?

[Considering I've been gone for four days, yeah :V]