defrostedpride: (not at all ominous smile)
[Even is not in the hotel, this time. The room visible behind him is extremely bare, save for some oddly-shaped glassware held up on metal stands. Something green in one of them is bubbling faintly. Even himself is rather tired-looking, shadows deeper beneath his eyes even than usual, but there is a half-smile on his face.]

Ah. Here we are.

Happily, I have been able to set up basic chemistry apparatus here, so if anyone finds themselves in need of Potions - only the basic ones for the moment, though I am looking into acquiring higher-quality ingredients - at, shall we say, less prohibitive prices, they are available in the Third District. Supplies are limited, however. I am unfortunately not made of time.
defrostedpride: (a fine day for SCIENCE)
[The video shows a room at the hotel, the communicator having apparently been set on a table. There are already signs of sustained, or at least emphatic, occupancy, mostly in the form of crumpled papers strew hither and, indeed, thither. Even looks a little more pinched than usual about the face.

[He gets right down to business without preamble.]

I gather that there are some among you who are skilled in physical combat. I wish to request the assistance of one such in gathering resources from unfriendly Dream Eaters. You would be entitled, of course, to an equal share in the proceeds.

Is anyone available?
unrecovered: (Default)
[The video flickers on to show both Wash and North in what looks like one of the hotel rooms. It’s far enough away that it’s obvious they’ve set it up on a flat surface somewhere. Wash is still wearing his helmet; old habits die very hard.]

Hey. Does anyone know anything about these Dream Eater things? We know they can fight and that you can make them from little rainbow pieces; aside from that, I’ve got nothing.

[There’s a squeak from offscreen, and Wash looks over-] Hey, get over here. [-and leans out of the frame.]

[North, meanwhile, has his helmet off, because all things considered, this area’s probably safe and he can let his guard down a bit. ]

Also, do they all carry loose change or something? It’s an odd way of making money.

[He glances over at Wash.]

Everything alright, Wash?

Yeah, fine, just- c’mere!

[There’s more squeaking offscreen, and finally Wash leans back into the frame, pulling his bat into his lap. The bat squeaks piteously, and it’s pretty obvious that one wing is bandaged.]

Is there a vet around here, or someone who knows how to take care of this? [He gestures at the bandage.] I can do this much, but that’s about it.

[Responses will come from both Wash ([personal profile] unrecovered) and North ([personal profile] brodakota).]

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