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[marquisdemort]

Who: Lestat de Lioncourt, Open
What: Arrival
Where: Temba
When: End of month (during calibrations, so limited to those who are outside atm)
Warnings: Blood, vomiting, violence, Please reply to Opt IN/OUT" post



Even Lestat's hyper acute senses couldn't quite catch where the change had happened. One moment he was facing down the ultimate betrayal, and the next he was outside in some utterly unfamiliar and strange looking place, Loius, Claudia and Antoinette no where to be found. He couldn't smell a trace of them on the air- air that was thankfully dark, he realized- looking up at the strange stars with a snarl. His insides churned, and vomited up more blood, looking quite the bloody mess. Despite this and all the more pressing issues, his eyes landed on a strange...orb, and he staggered towards the thing with purpose. He could feel the hold it had over him, but couldn't fight the urge, hissing at the orb or whatever force was inside his mind, before surrendering to the compulsion to touch the thing. It spoke all sorts of things to him, and when he finally pulled back with wide eyes he was panting, feeling weak and vulnerable in a way he hadn't experienced in a very long time.

The poison in his veins distracted him from any further thoughts into the 'how and why' of things, doubling over to empty up more blood from his stomach, crawling along the ground and trying to scent out a source of blood- any blood- that wasn't his own.

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[marquisdemort]

An Eco. It's some sort of machine? Like nothing he's ever seen, and Lestat stared up at the thing for a moment, wanting to possess it.

"...Lestat," he answered belatedly, grimacing as the poison he's ingested causes him to cough up more blood.

"I need blood," he hisses, which should be obvious, who wouldn't need blood when they've clearly lost so much.

[deal_me_in]

"Yeesh, I'll say! The Agrii really needa work on timing. I thought they did health checks before they released us into the wild here!"

Cayde leaned back a bit before moving to try sliding an arm under Lestat's. He wasn't really sure the guy was cut out for walking so he was ready to just carry him if he wasn't going to fuss too much about it.

"Ah hell, the doctors are all stuck in the tunnel as far as I know," he grumbled. "We can check the hospital though. Not sure if anyone's been doing blood donations but I remember Al asking about samples not too long ago so maybe we'll find something."

[marquisdemort]

Utterly unsure what to make of all this, Lestat really didn't have much choice but to lean on this...Cayde for support. His legs wouldn't hold him up for long, and coupled with the slick of the blood on his hands he nearly collapsed again, growling in frustration.

"Hospital," he agreed, "That will work." Plenty of meal options there in his experience.

[deal_me_in]

"Hopefully, anyway," Cayde noted. Seeing as dragging this guy along, bloody mess and all, was probably not an option, princess carry it would have to be!

"Alrighty, up we go! Thankfully it's not too far."

[marquisdemort]

Oh no. No no no. Lestat's jaw tightens, trying to shake his head against the indignity of being scooped up like some broken doll, but he's really in to position to disagree right now, huffing very much like a cat that's been forced in a bath for it's own good.

"...quickly then-" he grumbled.

[deal_me_in]

"Not a problem. Anyway, the place is virtually a ghost town- more so than usual, really," Cayde reassured.

He started along towards the hospital then.

[marquisdemort]

"And why is that? Plague? Fire? Monsters in the night?" There seemed to be some inside joke only Lestat knew, giving a weak laugh.

[deal_me_in]

"Nah, haven't had monsters running around at night for some time now," the Hunter shrugged, so casual that it was difficult to tell if he was being serious or not.

"There's some kinda of a...trap, if you will. Lures people in, keeps 'em there for a few weeks and then when everyone's sick of staring at white walls and traipsing through each other's dreams, then eventually they're released. It's weird, annoying stuff."

[marquisdemort]

Not being the one to hold all the cards has never sat well with Lestat, and he doesn't like the feeling any more here. It only underlined his lack of control over any of this. "And you avoided this...trap?"

[deal_me_in]

Cayde nodded. "Yeah, missed the bus on this one. I'm not sure how they managed to wrangle people in this time, it always changes. Although I admit, I'm just assuming they're all where I think they are. It's highly irregular for that many people to be scarce all at once, otherwise. Ah, here we are."

He came up to the entryway of the hospital and slipped on inside. "May not look like much, but trust me, looks a lot better'n when I first saw it," he chuckled.

[marquisdemort]

Lestat's insides burned in a way they hadn't since he'd died, Cayde's words slipping in and out, and he nodded dismissively

"Seems to be true of most of this place," he muttered, pushing at Cayde to put him down. "Stop-" Hopefully he complied, or he'd wind up covered in an ungodly amount of blood.

[deal_me_in]

The Exo glanced at him before carefully lowering the man to his feet, keeping an arm around him in case Lestat's legs still decided they were on strike.

"You good?"

cw blood/vomit

[marquisdemort]

He was not good.

Lestat retched up more blood, staining the floor and adding more to the front of his shirt. It seems impossible that someone could lose that much blood and still be standing, but some how he was managing. Barely.

"I've been better."

[deal_me_in]

Somehow the Exo managed to look disgusted. Impressive really, considering the set features of most of his face.

"Ye...ah. I see that. Think you can manage walking?" he asked, sounding dubious of that, but he knew how stubborn people could be. Even if that was a concerning amount of blood there.

[marquisdemort]

Loath as he was to admit it, Lestat shook his head, far too weak to manage more than a desperate crawl at this point, breath ragged.

"Blood-" he repeated.

[deal_me_in]

"Yup. All over the place. You're gonna need someone to hose you off at this point- Oh right."

Cayde hooked his arm around the man's back as he ducked under one of Lestat's. He wouldn't carry him again but he'd probably just be mostly dragging him at this rate. Still, he wasn't leaving the guy to stand there.

He brought Lestat to the main room to find a place the guy could lie down or sit before he went about looking for blood packs. Did he know how to do a proper transfusion? Of course not! Did he know if there was any blood ready for that sort of thing? Not at all! But he was sure gonna look!

[marquisdemort]

There was a low grumble in his throat, but Lestat couldn't muster the energy to be the threat he ought to have been in that moment.

"Louis-" he tried to call, clearly out of it, and he had no strength to protest his placement, slumping and awaiting his eternal sleep.

[deal_me_in]

"Hell of a time for all the medics to be gone!" Cayde complained as he went through cabinets and drawers- fridges, there are medical fridges, right?

"Hey Agrii? If you're paying any attention, some pink intervention might be great right around now!" It sure wasn't a good sign when the other guy was starting to hallucinate, Cayde was never a Louis in his life!

[agrii]

Good news, there's definitely a bottle on the counter that wasn't there before.

[marquisdemort]

Good luck Cayde! Lestat's passed out and your alien overlords are letting you down!

[deal_me_in]

The Exo's optics alighted upon the bottle, which he quickly stepped over to, sweeping it off the counter.

"Wh- no, no, no- guys! Uh." Wow he felt stupid yelling at the air but- "Nice try? And thanks? But we kind of need the real thing, not...this. -oh crap maybe I should've asked his blood type, uh, what was the general one again... O? I'm a Hunter, not a Doctor!"

[agrii]

Is this better?

[deal_me_in]

Ever seen an Exo faceplant? Well, now was the opportunity. Cayde's horn cracks the counter just a bit, but just as quickly he straightens up, grasping the odd little plush- these were a thing? Why? He considered throwing it briefly before stuffing it into a pocket.

"Nnnnnot quite," he said carefully with a sigh, fingers drumming on the countertop. Right. Language barrier. "Like for a blood transfusion- ever heard of those? They're like... um." He had to think about this because he was not someone who had much need to go to a hospital. When was the last time he'd ever been in a functional hospital? Or even an active medical bay?

"People give their blood for emergencies and it's stored in these packs- there's different types, I think, because people have different blood types- I'm getting too technical here, Type O's ideal. I have no idea where you're even getting all this stuff from, but yeah, we need actual blood, not fake blood."

[agrii]

There is nothing for a full minute and a half. Then a Styrofoam container drops right on his head. Which of course knocks it open. And spills out ten sealed plastic bags of blood onto the floor. All lightly chilled.

[deal_me_in]

Cayde stood there expectantly, squinting at the ceiling as though he could see clear up to space and wherever the Agrii might be. He was about to try again when suddenly white filled his vision.

A styrofoam box was hardly enough to knock an Exo over, but the suddenness of it still had him stumbling. The box itself hung from his face, his horn puncturing the bottom once it had hit, and as the weight of its contents swung it downwards, it effectively blocked his sight.

"Mf..." He yanked the thing off, scowling before he looked down at the packets. "Now we're talking! Thanks guys!" he said as he quickly started scooping the packs up into the container. He dashed back out to where Lestat was.

"Hey pal, you still with me?"