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Forty-Eighth Cross [Accidental Voice]
Aug. 7th, 2009 01:11 amBZZZZT!
[Which startles Cecil into rustling in his blanket, and rolling... off the bed. He falls with a soft thud on the floor. There's a soft yelp, and a cord smacking into a wooden desk; he's accidentally pulled out his IV. Sighing softly, there's more rustling of his blanket as he tugs at something, then the gentle fwump of a pillow hitting the ground.
Cecil's quiet for another moment.]
Damn communicator... I don't care who I am, I'm in need of eternal slumber.
[He lets it time out.]
[[ooc: So basically, he got shocked, fell, and the IV cord popped out but the butterfly needle is still in his arm and he doesn't care about pulling it out, and is laying on the floor with his pillow and blanket half-covering him. Good luck convincing him to move.]]
[Which startles Cecil into rustling in his blanket, and rolling... off the bed. He falls with a soft thud on the floor. There's a soft yelp, and a cord smacking into a wooden desk; he's accidentally pulled out his IV. Sighing softly, there's more rustling of his blanket as he tugs at something, then the gentle fwump of a pillow hitting the ground.
Cecil's quiet for another moment.]
Damn communicator... I don't care who I am, I'm in need of eternal slumber.
[He lets it time out.]
[[ooc: So basically, he got shocked, fell, and the IV cord popped out but the butterfly needle is still in his arm and he doesn't care about pulling it out, and is laying on the floor with his pillow and blanket half-covering him. Good luck convincing him to move.]]
