o18 ★ WHO KEEPS BEDS IN PANS ANYWAY?

[electrowhipit]

... So, I know there's like a million questions being flung around, what with recent events and all. I'm sorry to add one more, but...

What's a bedpan?

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[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... Then by all means. Let's exploit it.

You mean... they... there's no more...? Wait a moment, let me...

[He sets the phone down, and then there's silence, followed by a loud crash, some thuds and a yelp.

... More silence.]




Balance is gone.

[electrowhipit]

Are you okay?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Fine. Just... damaged my pride. What's left of it.

So no. I'm missing everything.

[electrowhipit]

So we're back to square one.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... I think I really hate my life.

What... do you think happens... if we don't do what we're told?

[electrowhipit]

I... I don't know.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... Ah. Well.

I'll be back, at any rate, I suppose.

[electrowhipit]

... Don't talk like that.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

I'm just... saying. There is absolutely no way I can... do this. Just... brace yourself, is all.

[electrowhipit]

I know... I just... don't want to think about it.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... All right. I won't bring it up.

[electrowhipit]

Can you sit tight for a couple hours? I got some more help on this whole bedpan thing, and then I'll be over to see you.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

I won't be going anywhere. It's too damned cold to.

[electrowhipit]

True. You'd better be ready to warm me up when I get there.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

I'm ready already, darling.

[electrowhipit]

I'll see you later, then.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

I'll be waiting.

[electrowhipit]

[ A GOOD WHILE LATER, guess who's a-knockin'? ]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't take him long to open the door, wrapped up in a scratchy-looking blanket.]

So. How many did you get?

[electrowhipit]

Enough, I think. I-- Sideswipe, do you know a man named Hughes?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Only through the phones.

[He steps aside to let him in.] Why?

[electrowhipit]

[ Steps inside, then, shutting the door behind him ]

He met me at the hospital today, to help me with my work, and...

He tried to stand up for one of the workers in the factory- punched one of the bosses over it. [ deep breath ] They cut off his hand, Sideswipe.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He just sort of... stares.]

They... but why would they...? Did they... reattach it...?

[electrowhipit]

To teach him a lesson, I guess. [ a shrug ] And no, they didn't. He just... had a stub, and that was it.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

But they can't...

[He has to lean against the wall.]

... Damn. What... what does that mean for the rest of us?