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After the battle, the warriors' task was over. Their job, for now, was to rest and recover for the time being.

The healers' job, on the other hand, was far from over. Some exhausted from the battle, others rotating in, they took to their bay and continued the process of treating the wounded. Some patients were free to leave in a few minutes, while others would have some time (or quite some time) on the cots. Their mission: relax. Stay as still as possible.

Unfortunately, the temptation of so many familiar faces alive and about would ultimately prove to be too great. Keeping track of this group was going to be a third task all its own.

[this is a free for all for all your injured! Have them socialize, be thorns in the medics' side, try to escape, or bring the medics together for some action. Just note in your post if you'd like a medic to visit your character---if not, it's time for a chat!]

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"You're looking a little under the weather. Maybe you should get a sturdier costume." ~~Clearly self-healing biological armor was the way to go~~

"So what happened?"

"What can I say, I'm fond of the cowl." It was a partial joke, but, fortunately, Stacy's supplies had also done a number to keep him from getting too damaged. "I've had worse, anyway."

"The Ohm being several sizes too large happened," he said flatly. "Not to mention the saboteurs. Still, what I sustained seems to have been relatively minor."

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"I'm surprised at you," Zouichi said, pulling up a nearby chair. "Too large? That sounds suspiciously like complaining. But I guess it would be a little more difficult to tie up a giant bug. Do you need anything?"

Red Robin almost laughed, and the slightest smirk formed. "I'd never complain," he said, voice deadpan. "I can't say ties are terribly effective on them, no." He shook his head at that, though, "No. I'm in decent shape. I'll be getting out of here soon, presumably." He watched Zouichi for a moment, before he said, "I take it you're doing well, then."

Zouichi shrugged. "I didn't take a lot of damage during the battle." By which he meant he had not been bleeding from multiple stab wounds, and no one had even punched him through any brick. Even if they had, though, he'd be well on his way to healing by now.

"I'd say the Ohm got the worse end of that deal. I'm making the rounds visiting the helpless invalids."

"Good to hear it," Tim said with a nod. The less damage any individual member of the crew took the better. All things considered, especially. Not that Zouichi even looked like he was in bad shape, but that was beside the point.

Another near laugh from Tim, before he commented, "You're in the wrong place, then. I'm a bit far removed from 'invalid' right now."

"Oh, well, I guess I'll have to cancel the cake and cookies, then. And the balloons."

"I did run into one of the new Ohm types, though. Interesting how quickly they adapted to the capabilities of the spacecraft from the last battle."

"Balloons are too colourful," Tim said. "They would cramp my style. Shame about the cookies, though." He doesn't mind joking a little bit with Zouichi. Tim's not big about it with people he doesn't know well-- but it's cathartic, too.

Growing more serious, he nodded. "A sign of adaptability and intelligence," he commented. "Not to mention more going on in the background." Then, he shook his head, "And the appearance of these 'Catastrophists' is troubling."

Zouichi tilted his head a little in acknowledgement. "But we already knew that the Ohm displayed intelligence, from Miss Dhianeila's recounting of events."

About the Catastrophists, he merely shrugged. "Sinister end of the world cult spawns a bunch of crazed terrorists? Call me when they start tying helpless damsels to the train tracks."

He hadn't been particularly impressed with what he'd seen, obviously.

"Of course," Tim agreed, then explained, "It's a matter of degree and capability. There's still a lot we don't know about... all of this." Obviously.

He frowned, and narrowed his eyes just slightly at Zouichi under the cowl. "I'm not so willing to take them lightly. The manipulation is clear, and they do have resources and abilities. Zealots and fanatics can be dangerous."

"Yeah," said Zouichi. "You'd think our allies would clue us in on some of that."

If he was bothered by Tim's expression, he didn't show it. "Sure they can. But so can anyone else -- the people aboard the ship, for that matter. I'm more worried about the Daligig presence we'll be seeing shortly."

After all, the Daligig knew how the ship worked; they held all the cards. And who knew what they were going to do to the ship under the guise of 'maintenance'? In contrast, the Catastrophists were terrorists that blew themselves up and cackled about the end of the world. And a nice, big slice of Zouichi's job had been unceremoniously killing terrorists. Priorities!

"Hnn." Tim frowned, but said nothing at first. He didn't trust their allies much, of course, and he expected the feeling was mutual in at least some aspects. The lack of sharing of information was a large downside, though. And he lets the comments on the terrorists drop-- because while the issue is more complicated, to him, than Zouichi sees it, he's not going to push. It's something he will look into, however.

"We'll have to prepare for that," Tim said, finally. "I doubt the crew that trust them rank very high in numbers." For his own part, he'd be using his positions to keep an eye on them and what, exactly the altered-- though their higher understanding of the ship would, in fact, be a hindrance.

"For what we can, anyway," Zouichi said mildly. "We really have no idea what the Daligig are capable of. Even if they don't have the technology to slip actions past us unnoticed, they'll probably expect our attempts to monitor them. And I doubt they can be monitored around the clock without them noticing."

"Of course, there are limits," Tim conceded with a nod. Zouichi was right about that. "But we are able to take precautions and to prepare ourselves however we can. We have some warning, if not much, so that's something."

Zouichi nodded. "Might as well do what we can, considering what's at stake."

Then he looked at the state of Tim's costume. "Is someone going to fix that for you?"

"Exactly," Tim agreed with a nod. "We just have to... compromise a little." He frowned.

Thoughtfully, he used his good arm to touch the torn portion of his cowl, then shook his head. "I figured I'd just fix it up myself."

He tilted his head a little in response. "Compromise?"

"So you're a seamstress, too? I didn't know you could sew."

"Well, considering we can't observe them as much as we'd like to," he explained, "And they doubtlessly have an upper-hand in information. So we do what we can to turn it around in whatever ways we can."

Tim grimaced at that, just slightly. "Frankly? Not that well. I learnt enough for basic repair."

Aww, and Zouichi was thinking Tim was all cool with the sewing. "I guess that's still more than most people. My armor heals itself. Sort of like the plantsuits, but you know. Less creepy."

Sorry to disappoint, Zouichi! Tim shrugged at that. "I guess I'm just into the 'all natural' stuff," he grimaced. "At least the plantsuit's practical, once you get past the... oddity of it."

Zouichi himself wasn't exactly natural. "You mean the breathing and the clinging and the eating dead skin cells? 'Oddity' is an awfully generous way to describe it."

"I like to look on the bright side, I suppose," Tim said, voice deadpan. Then, he half shrugged, moving only the good arm. "It could be worse."

"Yeah, it could be." Zouichi stood, glancing around at the other patients. "Well, I should be going. Take care of yourself."

"Of course," Tim agreed, nodding politely to Zouichi. "You too."

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