001 # text # un: skyenet

[evite]

( broadcasting live from the dark cave that is her bedroom, skye opts for the safety of semi-anonymous texting when facing the wide open world of the network. granted, her username is literally a pun on her name, so it's not exactly the most subtle option in the world... but she's sticking to it. she thinks she's funny, anyway. )

is there a doctor in the house?

( or, you know, on the moon. )

att: my arms are killing me.jpg
if you make house calls, i'll pay double.

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text: frankenstein

[jolting]

I can be there. Just text me your address.

[evite]

( maaaaaaaaaaaybe she should have been more specific when she said doctor. unless this dude's handle is an unfortunate nickname. )

i should probably preface this with the note that i don't actually want to sacrifice my body to science...

[jolting]

Ah. My name concerns you.

Yes, I'm Doctor Frankenstein. If that bothers you, I won't be offended. But I'm damn good at my job. I'm confident I can help you.

[evite]

you'd basically have to be living under a rock to not know the story
but i'm kind of in a pinch right now

if you promise not to try and turn me into more of a freakshow than i already am, i'll bite

( a pause, and then... )

metaphorically speaking, i mean

[jolting]

Not every world has my story.

I promise.

audio un:pnwsalex

[11calls]

Oh my god are you okay?

[evite]

( at least this username she knows. she's careful to encrypt the feed, to separate her voice from her username, at least on a public channel. )

Hey. ( her voice, this time, is a little shakier. there's a moment where skye has to really focus in order to keep her breathing going. ) A little banged up, but... not dead yet, I guess.

[11calls]

Okay. Do you need help getting somewhere? I see you've got a doctor coming, and Victor he's seriously one of the best and a stand up guy, I promise.

[evite]

Victor? ( she's trying her best not to sound totally in disbelief... but alex probably knows better. ) You're on a first-name basis with Dr Frankenstein.

( the world is truly trying her patience. )

Okay. Okay. No, I mean, this is totally fucking bonkers and my arms feel like I'm being stabbed by a million really pissed off hornets, but... it's fine, it's totally fine.

God, I need a drink.

[11calls]

Yeah, he's helping me with something. [Like not sleeping for a two years.] But he really is an amazing guy, Skye, I promise.

What happened?

text | un: w.west

[otherflash]

[ Wally heartily approves of the pun. The damaged arm? Not so much. ]

I think you might need more than a doctor.

[ Assuming this is a side effect of her gifts like he thinks it might be. ]

[evite]

if you mean a hug, the answer's maybe
don't tell anybody, though

( is she capable of being Serious about what could potentially be a massive disaster? obviously not. )

[otherflash]

I was thinking more along the lines of pizza.
But your secret is safe with me.

[ And he isn't just talking about the hug. ]

Think you're going to pull through?

[evite]

( there's a bit of a delay on skye's end. it's mostly her fiddling with the network tech, tinkering and tweaking enough so that the message is encrypted. it's not perfect — someone who really wanted to dig through her jerry-rigged coding could if they tried hard enough — but it'll do for now. )

i could probably eat an entire pizza right now
but i'd kill somebody for some actual painkillers

i feel like i'm getting stabbed by my bones

[otherflash]

I can deliver on the pizza, not so much on the pain meds.
I might be able to expedite the healing process though.

[ Temporarily lending her some of his speed might allow her to briefly gain access to the fancy accelerated healing abilities speedsters have. It most likely wouldn't fix her up completely, but it would significantly cut down on the time it would take her to recover normally. ]

audio | un: scarletwitch

[seeingscarlet]

What happened? Are you all right?

[evite]

i overdid it on the weird girl workout, i think

( she'd been trying to quake down a basketball from its pinched spot between a backboard and a net. after thirty minutes of attempting, this had been her reward. not super encouraging. )

know anywhere i could pick up some good pain meds?

[seeingscarlet]

I think you need a new hobby then.

[Geez, it looks like she fell off a building or something.]

You stay where you are and I bring them to you?

[evite]

i'm definitely not moving any time soon
good luck getting me off this couch

( it's a good thing skye works remotely. if she had to commute into an office on the regular like this, she might be calling out more often than not. )

i have beer in the fridge if you're up for that
otherwise i'll owe you one

[seeingscarlet]

Do you need anything else? I can bring you food too

Don't worry about it.

text; high encryption {@t.drake}

[justmath]

[That looks pretty terrible, my dude!!]

Not a doctor, but I’ve seen a lot of bruising and I can do first aid. Did you still need help?

[evite]

( dude, it is terrible. but you know what's not terrible? recognizing that someone else actually appreciates internet security protocols. she's down for that. a virtual high-five to you, mr t.drake )

i managed to find a doctor, but i won't say no to somebody else making the trek down to the first floor for the ice machine
seriously, it's like six flights of stairs and i'm over it

[justmath]

[Once a hypervigilant teen hacker, always a hypervigilant teen hacker!]

Ice retrieval also falls within my skill set. Is there a specific location you’d like it delivered, or do I just walk around until I find an arm that looks like it’s been through a blender?

[evite]

blenders would mean cuts, thank you very much
i like to think it's an abstract painting of pain and suffering

( but, sure, address sent dutifully and all that. ninth floor. apparently more than six flights of stairs. she's blaming it on her pain levels. )

[justmath]

A blender with really dull blades, obviously.

[Ninth floor, sixth floor, whatever - Tim’s not complaining. He offered to help, full stop. With a bowl of ice and a couple of towels in hand, he arrives a few minutes later and knocks on the door. Busting through strange doors is an activity better suited to his alter ego, after all.]

Hello?