[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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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?