Visiting Post

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion is in one of the beds in the infirmary where he's been since he came in yesterday. He's been asleep for most of it; his consciouness had been an effort of pure will kept up only in an attempt to lessen what worry his friends might have for him. This morning, however, his eyes did open (though it was something of an effort) and while he hasn't moved much (partly because he doesn't want to and partly because he doesn't want to disturb any of the things that have been put on him to help heal him), he is in fact awake.

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[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

What're you singing?

...to be fair, Garion's only exposure to Earth music has been from Charlie and the iPod he was given once which held the total collected works of the band Kamelot.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver stops singing.

Miniver squints his eyes at the ceiling.

"I thought I told you to be good little gnome kittens and go to sleep. I keep trying to find the right lullabies but eventually Maeve is going to come take you to the fairy city and keep you there forever."

His tone would seem to imply that his mind is not entirely at home just now, but he can't help it that Garion's voice seems an awful lot like his delusions.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

I'm neither gnome nor kitten. Nor on the ceiling. Look to the next bed.

He'd talk normally, but his jaw is so sore, he doesn't even want to consider the posibility of it.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver does so, his expression vexed.

"When did you get there? I thought... no, it can't be made of sand... Shit. Hello. You're real, right?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Exceedingly. I can tell from all the pain I'm in. And I came in yesterday.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Oh. I think I was... sleeping." He's not sure. "What happened to you? Did the eels get you? I warned them... I warned them about that place. Right over there. Where you are." He squeezes his eyes shut. "Sorry. It's... hard to see things."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

I was attacked by quite a lot of things and only managed to escape by the skin of my teeth. Is there something the matter with your eyes?

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Yes. No. What attacked you?"

Coherency is a fleeting beast.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Madmen and demons.

He almost tries to turn towards him a little more, but it sort of hurts so he just gives him a sideways look.

What happened to you?

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver at this point resumes singing.

I feel so lonely,
I feel so lonely,
I got cold last night on a westbound train.

I love the moonlight
That combs the prairies.
I got cold last night on a box car floor,

Oh, my baby couldn't shave me that day
When my lady threw my drugs away.
Hey, I almost thought she'd need me to know
I like drugs,
I love them so...

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

I'm here and I have a headache. Please?

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Well you asked." Miniver sighs and looks longingly at the ceiling. "Withdrawal. See? Promised I'd stop drinking."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

I've seen many a man go sober but I've never see it do that. Generally, we sing when we're drunk, not the other way around.

Garion, by mandate of anyone who's heard it (himself included) is not allowed to sing. The only reason he ever does is because he gets drunk enough to forget this little rule.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"This," Miniver informs him, "is what happens when you remain in a near perpetual state of inebriation for upwards of ten years and then suddenly stop."

He rubs his face. "It blows," he adds, as if that were not obvious.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

...I think I understand now why Aunt Pol has never forcibly sobered up Greldik...

And it's an absent thought, mostly to himself, but it comes out.

At least you're not in my condition.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver smiles wryly.

"At least you're not in mine."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He decides to leave that alone.

How long have you been here anyway? Here as in the infirmary, and here as in the bar. I haven't seen you and I bartend once a week.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"In the informary?" Miniver tries to remember. "I don't know. Maybe... four days? In the Bar... I got here on the 10th of January. A little over a month ago, must be."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

All right. I suppose I've been a little out of sorts since Erastide he admits. Do you have a name?

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Miniver Cheevy. I'd come over and say hi but I'm not perfectly sure I can remember which direction is up. Who're you?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion of Riva he answers, Not from Earth. I'm assuming you are?

...Miniver is wearing pants. This is his general diagnostic tool when it comes to figuring out someone's world.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Pants are certainly a... good indication? Miniver has bellbottoms, actually. Although it begts the question of how many worlds Garion is familiar with in which pants are not involved.

"Yeah. New York, if that means anything."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

His own, of course. They wear leggings and hose and lots of things that aren't really pants.

I've been there. I bought an apology present for my wife there.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Miniver rolls a bit to one side, his legs still propped up on the wall. "You got a wife? That's sweet. When were you there?"

Aww, beat up guy with a wife. Miniver may decide to become emotionally involved with his story, for lack of anything else to focus on other than preventing the wall from falling on him. At least until the dragon wakes up.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion is a dragon slayer on top of a god slayer. Who knows?

My wife, Ce'Nedra. She doesn't come as often as she used to, and we were both bound here for a while. I'm assuming she'll bring the children as well. I have two: a boy and a girl. So far.

He turns, just a little, to get a better view.

And I was there a couple months ago when the tofu sickness happened. I said some rather foolish things and got her upset... which resulted in me putting plumbing in for the entire Citadel to provide her a bath, plenty of bath supplies, jewelry, and something from the shop with the, er--

He blushes.

The woman in lingerie on the top.