All these wet noodles, good lord.

[velocirainbow]

[ So sometime late into Sunday, right before sunset, Cielo can be seen running through camp, soaked, and bleeding profusely from one of his arms. He's just screaming like an idiot, out of breath, making hand gestures at anyone in the cabins or the lodge. He doesn't stay long in one area, looking for help wherever he can.

He is also, incidentally, looking for Stan if he can find him. ]

Help--de clearin'--everybody real badly hurt, we need first-aid, I can only do so much, bandages...! Anythin' you got! An' pain medicine! We gwon need a lot!

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[le_mat]

[Ren just stands there and lets him go, eventually wandering away from all the yelling to go... hide out in c4]

[fallbymyhands]

[before he goes, before she gets yelled at too--]

Ren.

May we speak later, after you've rested?

[le_mat]

...yeah.

[fallbymyhands]

[she nods; truthfully, she'd rather speak now, but she imagines Ren needs a bit of time. and truthfully, so does she, to reclaim her energy and finish out her own conversations]

Thank you. I'll come find you later.

[seekingsunrise]

[Worried zomboyfriend is following you, love.]