Artifact 3.5

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[ Enter Angela, this time not wearing a magical emotion-warping pin. In fact, said pin is now in the bottom of her bag o' artifacts, in another bag, in another bag, in another bag. Suffice to say she will not be breaking the safe halo of bags to get to it any time soon.

She has a bunch of supplies in her arms, from bandages to gauze to cotton swabs, and funny little containers with liquid in them. She seats herself on the Plane. On closer inspection, her upper arm is wrapped in bandaging similar to what she brought here, and there's a vaguely red patch starting to show through it. Silently, she goes about unraveling the bandage.

She doesn't seem to want to make eye contact with anyone, probably out of embarrassment over what happened the last time she was here. ]

Comments

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

I was mistaken for someone else. [ Not looking up, nope. ]

[contract_star]

But you're alright?

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

It'll heal.

[contract_star]

...Do you need any help?

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

I can handle it. Just dressing it properly now that I have time.

[contract_star]

Is there anything I can do?

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ Headshake, still fighting with the bandages. ]

[contract_star]

[He steps closer.] Here. Let me do that.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ She shrinks back reflexively. ] I can handle it.

[contract_star]

[He withdraws his hand.] Alright.

I'll leave you to it, then.

[He walks off.]