OH MY GOSH THERE'S SO MUCH BLOOD AND I AM SO MUCH DRUNK

[failgoyle]

[The post opens with Jules Sensory Livestreaming Gil looking like an absolute mess. Since Jules can see through the Mask by default, well, so can anyone else watching this broadcast. It is entirely possible it looks like he's just screaming at a ~scary monster~, at least up until the point he really starts yelling.]

GIL'S HURT AND WE NEED A DOCTOR COULD ANYONE WITH HEALING MAGIC OR HEALING ANYTHING OR A REALLY BIG BANDAID OR SOME KIND OF HOSPITAL WOUND CLOSING GLUE AND HOLY CRAP THERE'S SO MUCH BLOOD HOLY CRAP!

[Jules is also drunk thanks to falling into the champagne. You're welcome, everyone.]

Comments

[failgoyle]

The after effects are STILL PRETTY DAMN ALARMING!

[What is calm? Can you eat it?]

[reallymean]

It's alarming, but it isn't going to hurt you. And if you calm down, you can keep it from hurting him any further.

Do you see any actual wounds?

[Because she doesn't - none fresh, at least - but that might be the unsteady perspective.]

[failgoyle]

I don't know--I'm not a doctor!

[What is logic when you have had as much champagne as he has?]

[reallymean]

You don't need to be a doctor to see if someone has holes in them!

[How do panicky Earthlings.]

[failgoyle]

There's enough blood to indicate the presence of some sort of hole somewhere on SOMETHING!

[reallymean]

But not necessarily on your friend.

[failgoyle]

So I tend to assume the worst! It's a defense mechanism!

[reallymean]

I have some knowledge of healing - I could teach you, so you know how to react when the worst does happen, instead of panicking.

[failgoyle]

Like, more than just putting a bandaid on it and yelling for a doctor?

[He didn't even manage the first part of that here, what is he talking about?]

[reallymean]

Yes. You'd still need to call for a medic for anything too serious, but you could learn what to do while waiting for one to reach you.

[failgoyle]

That...might not be a bad idea...

[reallymean]

Come find me when you've recovered from your scare, and we can get started.

[Translation: come find her after sobering up.]

[failgoyle]

Sure, sure!

[He actually will show up the next day, albeit a little timidly.]

[reallymean]

[If she's surprised to see him, she at least manages to mask it enough to greet him with a smile. The pale pink-furred mouse perched on her shoulder regards him suspiciously, whiskers twitching.]

Come in. Let's start with what you know already.

[failgoyle]

[He gives her and the mouse an awkward nod as he comes in. Maybe he should have brought Squeak with him to talk to the mouse...]

...put pressure on it if it's bleeding? That's a thing, right?