♚ tenth step ♚

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[ Oh boy, it's been a while Plane! There is a good reason for this, and this reason is a doozy. This is quickly seen when Sefton appears; not only are his wrists strapped to the gurney that he's brought with him, but he's also dressed in a pair of scrubs, barefoot, and trying to wrest his hands free from the bindings in quiet panic. ]

Come on, come on, come on, come on...!

Agh! [ He flops back against the pillow, momentarily defeated and breathing heavily. Looking for all the world like the scared, helpless fifteen year old that he is. ] Dad... Dad... why would you do this...?

[ Standard Sefton disclaimer applies, yes. ]

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[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he looks like he's in trouble...! She hesitates, but eventually makes up her mind to go over and get a better look.]

Are you alright? [She's already reaching out a hand to try and undo one of the bindings.]

I really don't have appropriate icons for this. :|a

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[ Sefton shirks away automatically, trying to edge himself to the opposite side of the gurney. His fists are clenched and he watches Naminé warily. ]

Am I all right?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[His moving away causes her to flinch backwards a step, and she stares at him with wide eyes. Her voice is very quiet when she speaks again, like she's afraid of getting kicked in the face or something if she says the wrong thing.]

I... Alright, I shouldn't have asked that, but I can untie this if you'll hold still.

[polarization]

[ ... the sad thing being, he might have actually kicked at her if she'd tried approaching closer to his feet. He's more than a little spooked right now.

He holds his position, edged away from her as far as he can manage, while still keeping an eye on her. ]

Not exactly moving a whole lot, am I?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[!!!]

[Isaac runs over, looking Sefton up and down before pulling a hunting knife out of his belt and proceeding to saw at the restraints with it. Isaac is sorry if he cuts you in the meantime :<]

What happened?!

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[ Oh yes, Sefton gets cut, seeing as he's started to really try and scrabble away when some guy he's never met before approaches with a knife. It isn't until he feels the sting of the slice that he realizes what Isaac is trying to do. ]

Wh... what?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Ah! Sorry!

[Isaac stops cutting to cast cure and close the cut, then goes back to it]

Stay still for a second; I'll get you out.

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S—wait!

[ He's still trying to move, his breathing uneven. The knife has easily bumped his panic meter up several notches, even if he knows it's intended to help. ]

[lamb_of_gold]

[It takes Mu's brain a second to start working. Namely when he sees Sefton pulling at whatever's holding him down, he makes his way over.]

What happened?

[polarization]

[ Sefton flinches. It looks like he really didn't expect anyone to notice him, despite it happening more often than not, he just really needed someplace to run to.

Instead of answering, he shifts; tries to turn away. Closes his eyes, thins his lips. ]

[lamb_of_gold]

Alright, then I'll assume you wish to be restrained to a bed.

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[ His fists clench even tighter than before. ]

Does it look like I do?!

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Despite all of the chaos, Sirkka approaches the squirming Sefton with calm, even steps. She's the very picture of comfort, a concerned frown on her face. No sudden movements. Her voice is gentle but clear, and it holds a note of strong suggestion behind it: 'Calm down. Close your eyes. It'll all be over soon.']

Hold still a moment and I'll get those bindings off, all right?

[ooc: If this isn't okay, let me know! Sirkka would very much like to put him in a sort of trance state so that she can untie him. He wouldn't remember the first few seconds where her eyes glow or anything - sort of like the MIB neuro-wipe, except she won't be wiping memories.]

[polarization]

[ Sefton watches her, at first very wary, and tries to pull himself out one last time. Then his expression falters and his eyes slowly blink shut. His breathing stays a half-step away from truly calm, but it's a vast improvement from before. ]

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Once he's succumbed to the fog, she works quickly and efficiently to rid him of the bindings, somehow managing to do it without physically touching him. Her eyes carry a soft violet glow as she flips through the topmost layers of thoughts and memories, glancing at them, analyzing them, and setting them aside. They'll be there when Sefton wants to look at them again, but for now, he must have a clear mind to deal with the situation - something Sirkka provides him with.]

You hit your head pretty hard. Why don't you take a little rest here to sort things out?

[Her words have the power of suggestion behind them, even as she loosens the spell over Sefton's mind.]

[polarization]

[ Sefton mumbles quietly, then sits up, curling his legs to his chest, and scoots closer to the head of the gurney to keep away from accidentally touching her. Now that he's not panicking, he can feel the slowly dissipating drag of whatever drug they used to put him under.

He gives Sirkka a tiredly confused look. Things aren't quite adding up. ] Hit my head?

[everdistant_utopia]

[A flash of surprise for a split second before she asks...probably unnecessary, but why take chances on this Plane?]

Do I have your permission to undo these?

[polarization]

[ He stares at her, keeping as much distance he can when tied down to a bed like he is. ]

... n—what?

[everdistant_utopia]

[Keeping her expression neutral]

I cannot simply assume that you do not wish to remain as you are, given the peculiar nature of this plane.

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya doesn't say a word. He just starts undoing the straps.]

[polarization]

[ Sefton is tense - incredibly so, considering that it's Kyouya. The guilt slaps him in the face and as soon as one hand is free, he moves to free the other one himself. His fingers aren't as deft as he wants them to be and he has a bit of trouble, but eventually gets it done and shoves himself off the gurney.

He isn't expecting his legs to be so weak - adrenalin can only go so far, and he's still a little groggy under the panic - and only manages to catch himself on one of the metal crossbeams under the bed before shifting both of his hands onto the mattress.

Much like Kyouya, he says nothing. ]

[hostclubmommy.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya looks at him almost blankly - obviously aware and intelligent, but like everything but the analytic part of him has been discarded as unnecessary window dressing. Clearly no bedside manner to speak of, or perhaps it's Kyouya's own mad breed of kindness when Sefton is so vulnerable.]

[lostandfinder]

[Chivy is looking rather lost, just walking slowly through the Plane, when he sees Sefton and fairly bolts over to him. He takes a few steps into the Prickly Zone before stopping himself, and quickly hopping back to a safer distance. He can't seem to decide what part to focus on, and he's turned all of his previous confusion into an unpleasant mix of guilt and worry.]

You— what—... [okay, screw the PZ, he's getting those bindings off. Maybe he'll figure out what he's actually trying to ask in the process.]

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Chivy! [ Once one strap is off, he's moving for the next one, then immediately sitting up and curling his legs up to his chest and resting his forehead on his knees. He's shaking. ]

[lostandfinder]

[Hands by his side means less temptation to grab hold of Sefton. Gloves or no gloves, he's not totally sure that touch is a good soothing mechanism at the moment, even if he would feel better with some kind of physical contact.]

I couldn't do anything. [Which is more apology than anything else.] Are you okay? I mean, you're not... ["What do I do?" is on the tip of his tongue, but Sefton's the one who's hurting, not Chivy, and Chivy shouldn't be turning to Sefton for guidance.]