[Audio] call for help backdated to Monday

[knightoflight]

[Wing has tracked a stranger in the woods, who seems injured.  And Wing is entirely at a loss when it comes to human repairs. So he opens his comm.]

I have a human--I think--injured, in the woods.

 [His tone says there's a bit more to the story but he's not sure what's important.]

Can anyone assist?  He appears to need medical attention.

((ooc: vid/audio and action tags welcome! In fact, action is MORE than welcome! Come help the jet and the hurt werewolf!]

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[golden_retriever]

[ The confusion that passed across Eliot's face might be contributed to his injuries affecting his mind, but considering the sharpness in his gaze before 'planet Verdana' was mentioned, it was more likely the agent. ]

You're sayin' we're on 'nother fuckin' planet?!

[ He tried to get up, but not ready for that by far, he fell back with a soft groan. The next best course was to accuse the agent of being on something, or was lying through his teeth to get him to swallow a bunch of bull, except he just wrestled down some dinosaur he was sure was extinct.

He gave agent K a wild bewildered look. ]

What the fuck?

AND he's back. Did you miss him?

[knightoflight]

[Wing of course chooses the wrong moment to return. He drops down through the trees, shifting from his alt to his bipedal mode. Leaves stirred in the downdraft of air, even though he's trying to land as gently as possible.]

[He holds out a bottle--it's green glass and a bit grimy, and full of some dark liquid.]

This is what they gave me [for...the promise of an hour's labor, later.] It...has a high ethyl alcohol content. I am not sure it is safe for your kind to consume.

[Because it smells like fuel.]

Argh, weekend stop being so insanely busy!!!

[most_feared]

[He takes that glass of what is probably the consistency of fuel and takes a swig. And hisses out a breath.]

It's not. [And he uses that to clean off the sewn area, and his own hands.]

You are on a planet that's not Earth if that's where you're from. Though most of the life, save for Wing here who is probably used to guys a lot taller than us, seems to be remarkably similar to that of Earth or at least familiar with the species that come from it. The native life isn't all from one time period.

Long weekends, it happens

[golden_retriever]

[ The acrid smell of gas assaulted his nose as soon as the robot returned. Still somewhat groggy in general, Eliot's reaction was too slow to warn the Agent against drinking the thing, though considering the smell was strong enough that even a human's senses should be able to pick it up, a warning shouldn't even be necessary. Any poisoning the agent got was on his own head for his stupidity.

What Eliot also didn't expect though was that the man would dump the fuel into his still open wound as a form of disinfectant. Suddenly seared by blinding pain, Eliot could only clench his mouth shut as the alcohol assaulted him like a burning volcano in his side. Somehow, probably due to experience, he hissed out a breath and managed to not scream. He was awfully near passing out though.

The ordeal left him exhausted nonetheless and in his haze, he missed most of what the agent K was saying afterwards. Something about 'not Earth' and 'native species'. He got most of the point though and knew what he wanted.]

Ge' me back... Earth.

woo hooo long weekend!

[knightoflight]

[Wing looked stunned.]

Agent! He is already weak. There is no need to torture him.

[Because what else would you call causing pain to a helpless person? He turns to the injured human, apologetic. ]

If I'd known he would do that, Eliot, I would not have procured it.

We are trying, Eliot. To get us all home.

Re: woo hooo long weekend!

[most_feared]

Not torture, Wing. It'll keep that hole from doing our equivalent of.... rusting, I guess.

[He wiped his mouth and stood up, giving the guy a little more room to move around while he could gather himself up.]

As for getting you to Earth, we're still trying to figure that out. Whoever brought us here didn't really give anybody a clear cut path to their homes... hell, they didn't live long enough for us to leave a few stern words about how its not polite to uproot someone along for the ride.

Yeah, I knowx right?

[golden_retriever]

[ A contrite robot was really something to see, too bad Eliot couldn't remain focused enough to really enjoy it. He could have done without the fuel brand of antiseptic though as he honestly felt a whole lot worse now than before. He managed to wave Wing's concern off with a gruff word. ]

M'aright.

Coulda used a warnin'.

[ With a resilience that, at this point, surprised even himself, he forced himself up into a sitting position, then with the help of the tree he was half propped against, forced himself staggering to his feet. ]

We're stuck?

[ He was healing at a miraculous speed and already the wound looked marginally less ugly than before, but if Agent K thought he was in any condition to go moving about, the man was sorely mistaken. What he needed was probably a bed and a place where falling asleep wouldn't equate to being eaten by dinosaurs... and a way to get there. ] 

[knightoflight]

Surely there has to be a less painful way of preventing corrosion?

[He did not know humans rusted. He will keep this in mind.]

We are trying to investigate ways of returning us to our homes. But it is a mystery what became of our abductors. And ...why us.

[most_feared]

Nah, we got nerve endings everywhere. Nerves to tell us we're hungry. Nerves to tell us we're healing. All kinds of nerves, and for diagnostic sensors they are inaccurate as hell and a pain in the ass. [At least his hands are cleaner now.]

And yeah, we're still looking into a way home. But for now- [He gestures in the direction of the Old City.] -be careful showing off in front of the dome people. Doesn't matter how tough you are, they got the numbers to take people down.

[He looks up at Wing for confirmation.]

[golden_retriever]

[ Eliot would appreciate the pep talk if he wasn't feeling so dead on his feet and had to spend most of his energy trying not to keel over. Moving made the world spin precariously in warning, his 'diagnostic sensors' being accurate as hell about his condition.

He trusted his body to tell him what to do, and for now his body said 'Don't move'.

So taking up a better lean against the tree, he settled for catching keywords and processing what he could for now. ]

Old city? ... dome people?