fifth investigation

[stagemanagers]

[Oh, what a night.
Why'd it take so long to see the light,
Seemed so wrong, but now it seems so right.
What a time, what a night.

What a night last night was! Dancing under the stars, romance, family...all the things a good school dance should stand for. Even with everyone being sick it could still, overall, be considered a hige success.

But on the subject of the sickness thats spread through the school...when people start to rouse from their dance-fuled exhaustion in the morning all the symptoms seem to be completely gone. Which should be good news but knowing what day it is.

Maybe you should leave your dorms and investigate.]

Comments

[comeandfindme]

[ hahahahahahahaha what the fuck

This gives her pause for a moment. She's going to poke around a little, but since she doesn't have gloves on— well, she's gonna grab those first and extract the tip with the tweezers in her first aid kit. ]

Maya, what the fuck...?

[ If there's nothing else in the wound, then...well, she's going to resume trying to stop the bleeding. Gauze is mostly what she's using.

...And like, she'll investigate that tip, if she has time, but she's a little busy, so. She's going to place it aside, for someone else to if they want. ]

[stagemanagers]

[Good thinking. The wound itself is pretty clean, mostly as in it's smooth stab. There's a lot of blood but it doesn't look like any organs were punctured but, depending on Peregrine's knowledge of internal anatomy, it came pretty dang close.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Her knowledge is...pretty good!! Peter Howland taught her quite a lot. That makes all of this even more...upsetting! But, very good to know she won't have to do anything more than a patch job.

It's not very wide, but...how big is it? Is she going to need to use the sutures to close this up? ]

[stagemanagers]

[It isn't huge! Looks like it was sort of a narrow blade.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Okay... Not wide, also not deep? Can she get the edges of it together with a little pressure? ]

1/2

[mayavericks]

[Hey, Peregrine, while you're doing that, Maya is going to draw in a very faint, trembling breath -- ]

[mayavericks]

[And then promptly wakes up with an audibly pained gasp. Someone might want to keep her from flailing or sitting up!]

[comeandfindme]

Maya—

[ Stay clear.

Peregrine almost panics. But then she shushes her, quietly. She...definitely cannot be the person to hold her, since her hands are covered in Maya's blood. ]

It's okay. It's okay, babe, we got you. Just stay— [ She quickly looks to Benjamin, to help keep Maya still. ] I gotta wrap this, okay?

[barberic]

[Benjamin is in shock for a split second when Maya gasps awake - he had been so afraid, so grimly aware that she might slip away from them even still, and that's the only reason why he doesn't grab her in an instant.

But he looks from Maya, to meet Peregrine's eyes with his own wide, shocked ones, and then nods, shifting to settle on the floor and taking Maya by the shoulders to keep her from jolting upright and disturbing Peregrine's grim task.]

Maya-

[He leans into her field of view, sitting next to her head, and thanks God with everything he has, for sparing both of his daughters in one week.]

You're safe. We're here, you're alright. Stay still, angel, rest.

[mayavericks]

[Maya's breaths are rapid and raspy, clearly panicked. But she won't fight their efforts. She stares up at Benjamin, and then at Peregrine.]

What's going on? Where is everyone?

[comeandfindme]

We found you here. I'm patching you up.

[ Peregrine doesn't...have the wherewithal to break the bad news, however. It's taking everything in her to stay on task.

The wound doesn't seem big enough to need stitches, thank god. Peregrine gets to work on wrapping it. To Benjamin, she murmurs: ]

I need you to elevate her, just a bit. So I can wrap it around her back.

[tailor_made]

Maya! [Hester is back with a whole armful of blankets that she immediately drops to throw herself at Maya, to drag her into a hug, but she thinks better of it quickly enough stop herself and just skid across the floor on her knees.]

Do you need me to help too or-?

[mayavericks]

[Oh, here's Hester too? Wow, something big must have happened for everyone to be flocked around her. Especially these beautiful women --]

I would say I was in heaven but... [She blinks. Oh no.] Where's Janis?

[barberic]

[Benjamin looks at Peregrine again and nods.]

Janis is alright. She's investigating.

[To Hester:]

I've got her. It's alright.

[And since she's gone pliant, now that the initial shock of waking has faded, he's going to slide one arm behind her neck and shoulders, and lift her up so that Peregrine can do what she has to.

Once the wound is bandaged, Benjamin settles Maya back down so that her head and shoulders are propped up in his lap, and begins stroking one hand through her long, dark hair, reaching up with the other to wipe away the tears of relief that begin to spill out of him before they can fall down onto her.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine nods to what Benjamin says. To Hester, she murmurs: ] Just stay here— pull those blankets closer, actually?

[ Once she has Maya wrapped up with gauze and medical bandages, she'll slowly pull off her gloves, to place in the blanket. She leapt right into...everything, so it's not like that means her hands are clean; they're positively covered in Maya's blood.

But...this time, it's because she was able to do something about it all.

Peregrine can feel her pulse pounding in her throat for the first time. The calm she forced herself in is starting to wear off. ]

[sugarlumps]

OH GLOB OH GLOB OH GLOB I BROUGHT SUTURES AND STUFF MAYA PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD-

[Yeah, she's. Got an armful of stuff from the nurse's office, including sutures. She's also managing to somehow scream at a whispered volume.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Bless her for trying—

LSP's return has Peregrine startle and jump. Maya's here. Maya's alive. Her hands are covered in her blood.

She looks down at them, back up. ]

She's- she's alive, it's okay. We didn't need—

[ And Peregrine stands. ]

Stay here with her. Okay. I gotta— I need to wash my hands.

[sugarlumps]

Oh thank glob.

[She's gonna sink to the floor beside Maya and. Kind of try to organize what she's brought. There's some painkillers in all this somewhere, that might be useful. Sutures, more gauze and bandages- she was just kind of grabbing wildly.]

I- don't have a knife or anything but anyone that tries globbing touching her's gonna have to lumping go through me. I can do this probably.

[tailor_made]

Go get cleaned up, Per. We've got her. [Hester does as she's told, just like she always does. She makes sure Maya is safely bundled and tries not to think about how she'll have to leave soon to walk backstage and take her proper place. She definitely tries not to think about what the Wizard might say or if he'll ask where she was last night. That's not what's important right now.

She looks at LSP with a small smile.]

I believe it. You're hardcore, Lumpy Space Princess.

[mayavericks]

[The blankets are nice. She feels cold and clammy, her body feels weak and her head spins. She glances up at Hester, at Benjamin, and at Peregrine's retreating form.

Finally she pauses on LSP and... god help her, she tries to smile.]

I knew it was a good idea, teaching you to use a sword.

[sugarlumps]

I know I'm hardcore. I think I'm a hero now, back home?

[Or she's had some REALLY weird dreams, but everyone else seems to think they're memories. It'd be nice if it were real, at least.]

Yeah, well. Don't die or anything, you're still way better at it.

[barberic]

[Benjamin remains sitting there, combing the fingers of his good hand through Maya's hair soothingly, barely able to take his eyes off of her in case she slips away from him while he isn't looking.

But he looks up at Hester, and asks:]

Miss Hester. Does she have to come?

[tailor_made]

[Hester purses her lips and nods.]

It's part of the rules.

[barberic]

[Benjamin frowns. Screw the rules, he wants to say.

But the thought of having her out of his sight for hours, when she could still take a turn... Of finding out who did this to her (and Miss Elle, and Orpheus, and Eurydice- God, not them -) only to come back from the courtroom and find that she passed anyway, alone...

He nods.]

Can you at least have a chair readied for her? So that she doesn't have to stand.

[tailor_made]

Of course, of course. I'll make sure it's there.