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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[trashmouthtozier]

You need me to open it for you?

[he gestures to Ren's injured hand]

I helped Eddie with stuff like that a lot after he broke his arm, I don't mind.

[le_mat]

Oh, yeah...

[He hadn't even thought of that. This... is going to take some getting used to, and a forlorn look crosses Ren's face]

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie gets a closer look at Ren's hand as he's opening the bottle for him, and his voice breaks a little]

Your fingers --

[le_mat]

...y... yeah.

Heh, guess no more card tricks for me.

[trashmouthtozier]

[Richie shakes his head, quick to be the optimist. Usagi and all the other shounens are rubbing off on him]

You don't know that. I saw a thing on T.V. about an artist who broke her hand, and now she paints with her toes. You can figure something out. I'll help.

[le_mat]

[That makes him smile at least]

I still have my thumb and pointer, so there's that. Can't flip anyone off with it though. Major loss.

[trashmouthtozier]

Bastards! ... You'll just have to go like this:

[he makes the aforementioned gesture with one hand and waves his arm around like a dervish while making a ridiculous face. because he is The Mouth, which means he brings the LOLs, and those seem sorely needed.]

You know. Double emphasis. So they really don't miss it.