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[balletrat]

*Meg opens her eyes, a little confused, tries to push herself to a sitting position, fails spectacularly on the first try, and wonders why it feels like a shelf fell on her right arm.

. . . wait.

All right, that explains that.*

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank comes over and peers down at her. He smiles, seeing her awake.

"Welcome to the world of the waking, Miss Giry."

[balletrat]

*Meg grins up at him, a little wryly.*

Yeah, I know, I should really spend more time here, not a bad place -

[inquisitivehero]

He taps his scanners, and they make small beep noises and then he glances back at her, one side of his lips creeping up.

"We've been thinking opf adding some festive lighting and a new arrangement of furniture but we are waiting on the arrnagement forms filed in triplicate."

(ooc: what is wrong with her? Didnt catch that in the adventure)

[balletrat]

Well, *Meg points out, her tone bright,* the lighting gets too festive, people might wake up and think they're hallucinating and that's never good -

*She eyes the scanners, a little nervously.*

[inquisitivehero]

He sees her nervousness and smiles down at her. Then he gets serious about it.

"A broken arm, bruises, but you will be fine. the delights of future and alien tech is we have a few advantages here. You will have a nice little cast, and your arm will heal in half the time it would elsewhere. You shouldnt have much pain once the intial shocks and trauma pass, and we can provide a few painkillers for when you do. For now, you just need rest."

Then his eyes glint.

"I reccommend the deluxe suite, with the height of accommodations, for such an important visitor as you."

[balletrat]

I'm dead, *Meg point out, wryly.* The fact that I'm healing at all is sort of a triumph for Milliways medicine, I think -

I think I'll be all right without painkillers, though, *she adds, with another glance towards the machines, and a bright grin.* Ca va, it's not that bad -

*She lies, somewhat; but on the other hand, she'd rather not be taking anything she's not sure what's in it, either. Her experience with doctors is not the most positive.

A blink.* We have a deluxe suite?

[inquisitivehero]

He smiles. She is a brave one and he has seen a lot of them. It is her choice.

"Just let me know if you change your mind. We like to make sure that our customers are satisfied."

Then he speaks with a straight face but there is a glint in his eyes.

"Yes there is the bed with the blue curtains, the normal one, and then there is the suite with the deluxe gold and silver curtains. Extra-special, you know?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

After a while, Indy pushes open the door and peeks in. He cocks his head, and, on seeing she's awake, smiles and enters fully.

"Hey there, Lifesaver. Nice work with the improvisational exit."

He still hasn't showered or changed. But then again, neither has Meg.

[balletrat]

Salut, Indy, *Meg says, grinning at him, and manages to maneuver herself to a seated position with her left arm.*

Eh bien, you'd better have brought alcohol for the conquering hero here -

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Naturellement, ma cherie."

Grinning, albeit weakly, he pulls out a bottle of Pinot Noir from inside his jacket. He wasn't sure if Hank would let him bring in alcohol, but he secreted it, just in case. And Hank is not here right now. Yay!

[balletrat]

Pulling out the French for me? Zut alors, Indy, if I'd known I'd get my arm broke more often -

*She grin at him, her eyes tracking the Pinot Noir with interest, before sobering a little.*

You're okay, right? And Alanna? Nothing hit you? I didn't get much of a chance to see -

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy nods. "We're fine. Small miracle. All I remember is a crate of toffee about an inch from my face."

(Best Before: Jan 22nd 2005)

He looks questioning. "There was a place... with red decor..."

[balletrat]

- Threshold, *Meg says, a little sheepishly.* My father's -

My necklace just takes me from there to the bar and back. Not anywhere else. So I sort of had to - do a transfer, if that makes sense?

[stilljustandrew]

Meg?

*There's an Andrew sitting by the bed.*

How're you feeling?

[balletrat]

- Andrew, *Meg says - a little surprised, a little relieved - and smiles at him, ruefully.*

Er. Pas mal, considering. Kind of like a large wooden object fell on my arm. But in a not-as-bad-as-it-could-be way -

[stilljustandrew]

...Is that what happened? Indy said he should let you tell it.

[balletrat]

Shelf full of candy, *Meg says, and snorts, a little.*

Andrew - I know I'm supposed to be trying new foods and all, but do you mind terribly if I decide I never want to eat anything sugary ever again?

[stilljustandrew]

Give it time. Oh --

*He twists halfway around, and picks up the plate sitting on the small bedside table. It's half full of assorted sushi rolls: salmon, yellowtail, crab-avocado-cucumber, spicy tuna. Balanced on the empty half are the small dipping dish of soy sauce and the slightly larger dish with the wasabi and the pickled ginger.*

I got sushi for dinner tonight. Want some?

[balletrat]

- eh bien, I'll have one, *Meg agrees, with a smile - more to make him happy than out of any desire to actually eat - and wiggles her left arm.*

Figures it'd be the right one, *she adds, a little wryly.*

[awesome_lilly]

After hearing the story of their adventures from Indy, Lilly's found the infirmary and Meg and she slips inside.

"What up, sai?"

[balletrat]

- Lilly!

*Meg grins at her, pushing herself to an upright position. She winces, a little, as she accidentally jostles the right arm, but the grin swiftly returns.*

Pas beaucoup - general saving the day and all that. You know, the usual -

[awesome_lilly]

"Well, the usual generally does not include chocolate avalanches, so."

Lilly grins.

"I think you get to call this one an unusual adventure. Also possibly fattening!"

[balletrat]

- in the long run, slimming, I would think, *Meg says, with a small shudder.*

In that I never want to face chocolate again.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly gasps.

"Never again? All right, who was responsible for this whole thing, because whoever it is, we need to talk. Nobody gets to ruin chocolate for my BFF."

[balletrat]

Duke Roger of Conte, *Meg says, with a snort.* Bloody salaud - Alanna's long-time enemy, one of those guys that keeps coming back from the dead to go blargh, you know?

- however, I'm getting him back, *she adds, smugly.* I got Andrew to write Duke Roger the bill for all the clothes I ruined on the adventure.