vivarium | ambidex voting #13

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ambidex voting #13

A M B I D E X V O T I N G

Another round, maybe this one will end better? Less blood and gore even? No? Well, here are the conditions regardless.:

For anyone who chooses Ally, well, if your opponent chooses Ally as well, then 2BP for each of you and blah blah blah, predictable. Bore him to tears why don't you.

For anyone who chooses Betray, and gets a Betray in return, everyone's BP stays the same and one of you gets fifty coins! That'd be fun, right? A cheeky little gamble. The rest get a pat on the back and that warm feeling of a vote well voted.

Last but certainly not least: for anyone who chooses Betray and their opponent chooses Ally, same deal as last time, two whole memories! Eh, eh? Come on, that's a pretty good deal, right? Take the offer! And the ally person well, they get the usual.

So, happy voting! Calhoun will see all of you later with the results.

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[well this was just terrible. he can't help but stare at Alfendi for a while, this is the first time he's seen this version of the man since learning for sure they're related. it was... creepy. disturbing. uncomfortable. very much like talking to someone who didn't belong to that face.

right, answering. he doesn't sit down just yet, just straightens himself.] Oh I- yes, very irresponsible, I'm sorry. It'll be- it will work itself out soon.

[and he hovers there a moment before] Alfendi, is it alright if I go get Heiji and we look at your arm? It probably needs rebandaging, after all, and Heiji's better at that than I am.

That's good to hear. We all need to take care of ourselves in an environment like this.

[man how bleak. he flips through a few pages of his book, yawning occasionally. it'd be kind of shit if he finished this before potty!alfendi did because that guy would be super fuckin mad if he didn't get to read it and make his own theories. he's only drawn out of the story when hershel talks about his arm.]

My arm? [he doesn't seem to know what hershel's talking about, and then ughhhhhhh. getting his bandages done would be such a pain.]

Do we have to? I've already settled in for the night. I'd rather just have a cup of tea and a nap.

[placid you're so fucking depressing dude. he actually did wonder for a moment of normal alfendi was going to remember what this alfendi read of the book, he'd probably be so mad. but wait, more important things to worry about, right.]

I know, but it's very important. You really need to keep on top of it. [have his most imploring look.] Please? It will only take a few minutes.

[heavy

sigh.]

Alright, just - be quick about it, will you?

[that's it that's the tag. placid!alfendi could not sound more put out if he tried. he's so uncomfortable with social situations at the best of times, let alone ones that focus entirely on him, so he already sounds exhausted and emotionally drained.]

[yes!!!!

he nods and quickly heads out to go find heiji, who was probably sleeping. or at least resting you better be resting man, you're injured and such. Wherever he is when Hershel finds him he immediately heads over.]

Heiji, I found Alfendi. If you could help with wrapping his arm and such... [He's got a lot of nervous energy, can you tell?]

Heiji was sitting down whistling with some grass, that was literally how bored he was thanks nurse Layton. At the mention of something to do, though, he perked up at once.

"All right, let's do it! Where is he?"

Grass whistling is a craze, it's sweeping the nation, don't pretend you aren't having a hundred parties. Hershel considered asking Heiji if he shouldn't be sleeping but no, he'll be good. Instead he nodded towards where he came.

"Over here, he looks alright but he's still... strange." He explained, offering a hand to help Heiji up. "He's not very excited about having his arm looked at either."

Heiji stood up with Hershel's assistance (EVEN THOUGH HE CLEARLY DIDN'T NEED IT). "Well, too bad," he said, with a cheerfulness that perhaps bordered on slightly suspicious. "It's for his own good! You lead the way, yeah?"

Uh huh, he's 100% fine with no injuries to speak of. Hershel gave him a bit of a look for that cheerfulness but shook his head and headed towards Alfendi.

And when he got there he offered what he hoped was a reassuring and not time to mess with your arm kind of smile. "I'm back, with Heiji." He stated the obvious obviously, gesturing to Heiji before walking over closer to Alfendi. "Do you have your medkit with you?"

[alfendi looks tired when these two nerds approach him, all sunken and pale. he looks a little like a school teacher with no passion left for his job and no patience left for these dumb schoolkids who want to... bandage... his arm ok the metaphor doesn't work but shut up. he looks very different to the man who was yelling at heiji about cats and hooligans just a little while ago.]

Ah. Yes. [he nods to the medkit mysteriously off to his left somewhere, closing his book and packing it away.]

Hello, Heiji. Are you doing well?

"Y... yeah, I'm good." God, it was so creepy. Placid!Layton was like walking, talking probable cause. But nonetheless, he went over to the med kit, opened it, and removed some bandages and antibacterial junk.

He passed the latter of these to Hershel, because if anyone had to touch Alfendi's weird bare skin it should be his relative... right....?

Wow, Heiji, thanks dude. Being the good kid he was and not a monster like people who won't be named HEIJI Hershel was actually more than happy to be given it, because hey at least he can help this time. He'd take that over not helping at all.

"Could you take off your labcoat, Alfendi?" He asked, taking a seat next to him because standing was hard and for stronger men than he. "Are you enjoying the book?"

Glad to hear it.

[he stares at heiji, offering the weakest, awkwardest smile, because what the fuck, alfendi. he tilts his head towards hershel, then, and nods, gently prying his labcoat off of him and gingerly rolling up the sleeves of his sweater to his shoulders. his bad arm still looks awful. his bandages are almost entirely red with old, dried blood. unsurprisingly, he doesn't seem to notice or give a shit.]

Are you both looking forward to the next puzzle room? [WHO WOULD BE LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT THIS IS SUCH WEIRD SMALL TALK ALFENDI NEEDS TO SHUT HIS MOUTH]

Jesus, dude. Heiji tried to keep his shock from registering on his face and was mostly successful but did Alfendi bleed right through his bandages jeez.

"Uh, y'know what, I think I could do without for a little while. But that's just me." He started slowly unwrapping Alfendi's arm and grimaced just a little when dried blood flaked off the bandage, awesome yeah crusty old bandages this was the best.

Shocking everyone Hershel went into full fret mode seeing those bandages- really, he expected this but it didn't make it any better that fucking weird robot Alfendi didn't seem to care about his arm rotting off. At least normal asshole Alfendi made an effort not to be a mess sometimes.

"Alfendi, have you been looking after yourself at all?" Yeah because this Alfendi was going to listen, good job Hershel. "You need to take better care of yourself! Have you taken your painkillers? Does it look infected at all, Heiji? Honestly, Alfendi..."

Hershel...

[alfendi sighs again. that sigh sure is annoying. he just doesn't really want to deal with this level of motherhenning, and unlike normal-alfendi who actually appreciates it and expresses that appreciation with violence and screaming, placid is just immediately exhausted again and can't find the strength to answer any of that nonsense.

so he focuses on Heiji again.]

Thank you for this. You really didn't have to come help me out if you were busy or otherwise preoccupied. You're a good man.

"No problem," said Heiji. "I mean, you're Hershel's relative and all. And ya seem like a pretty okay guy."

The bandages. Were making crunching sounds. Worse, he couldn't actually see the state of the wound very well with all the dried blood. He glanced over at Hershel.

"I don't think it's infected, but I can't really tell all that well. You got a rag? Somethin' you won't miss?"

"Don't 'Hershel' me, I'm serious." Hershel huffed, but apparently backed down some because working with this Alfendi wasn't really going to get anywhere. Instead he turned to Heiji, nodding.

"Yes, here-" He went through his bag and pulled out what looked like a sleeve to something grey, putting his bottle of water nearby incase Heiji needed it. "I should have more if that's not enough."

Heiji ducked the rag under the mouth of the water bottle to dampen it. "I think this'll be fine. Here, if you got another one, try and clean the other side a bit. Be careful not to scrub off any scabs, but we'd better clear away some of this dried blood before we put new bandages on."

What an awesome job. This was awesome.

You're getting quite demanding in your old age, Hershel.

[heavy sigh. oh my god he needs to stop sighing, he sounds like a deflating paddling pool. he nods appreciatively to heiji, though he seems a little tense when he sees the strip of grey fabric, even more so when heiji starts cleaning his arm with it. ugh, touching.]

You look like you're having fun with this. [he's being poked and prodded by teenage doctors this is madness.] You're not enjoying this, are you? I feel like a cadaver.

"Demanding someone take care of themselves is hardly criminal." Hershel sighed right back at you, idiot, doing as Heiji said and taking another rag to work on Alfendi's other arm. He was as careful as possible, brow furrowed as he did so. "Besides, we're family, aren't we? I'm fairly certain this is par for the course."

He wasn't even sure this Alfendi remembered the same things so who knew. He threw Heiji a look, ignoring Alfendi just a little bit. "Thank you for this, Heiji."

"Y'know what, maybe that's a good idea. Maybe for this you should act a little bit like a cadaver. You know, nice and... still." Basically no moving around too much, Alfendi, or you might hurt yourself. At least this part shouldn't be too bad.

He worked to clear away the worst of the dried blood, trying not to aggravate the area around the wound too much, because wow that looked pretty painful. "No sweat..."

Okay, that was maybe as good a job as he could do at the moment. "Hershel, you wanna start putting that antibacterial on?"

"Sure." Hershel went to doing that, again carefully but sorry, Alfendi, it still probably hurt quite a bit. At least he's not telling you to be a corpse like Heiji, that's one bright side to all this.

Even cleaner the wounds look pretty terrible, and he bit back more fussing for everyone's sake. You're welcome. It probably doesn't take too long to get one arm done so he moves to the other when he's through.

[Alfendi does as he's told, mostly, keeping still and staring blankly ahead. It's... it's not... it. hm. it just. it doesn't make things much better. he was told to act like a cadaver, and that's pretty much exactly what he's doing. he doesn't even flinch when hershel's rag pushes against the more tender side of his injury, but his eyes do start to water and his breath hitches in his chest. GOD PLACIDFENDI IS SO WEIRD]

You know, I'm not sure many families get into a situation like this. Death looming around every corner, men being wounded by monsters and other men alike... I'd hardly call this par for the course.

[he doesn't blink when he talks. he is weird]

Are we nearly done? [HOW UNGRATEFUL]

"Oh yeah, almost," said Heiji. As Hershel finished applying the antibacterial gunk, he was going to start re-wrapping the wound. A few passes in, and he pulled a bit on the bandages, experimentally -- no real way to tell how much painkiller Alfendi had taken, after all.

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