wilderlogs | Overheard at Camp Melai; Does this mean Robbie's Klinger?

Who: Robbie and anyone (special starter for Dixon and Sirius)
What: OVERHEARD AT CAMP, Robbie accidentally figures out the healing thing. Someone tell him about it in the morning.
Where: Camp 1 - Melai Temple
When: Shortly after arrival. All conversations will pre-date that with Dixon and Sirius.
Warnings/Notes: "Overheard at camp" is basically my idea for posting several quick, one-off lines that can be taken out of context (or maybe in context) and seeing what people make of them. Possibly some talk of Dixon and Sirius' injuries.

[ 1: In the kitchen. ]

Dibs on the fleshhook!

[ 2: In the main hall, as he dumps a collection of wood-ish things in a pile in the center of the room for an anticipated fire. ]

Yay, carbon monoxide!

[ 3: Anywhere. ]

Hey, V- guys? This old Enya statue won't not stop undressing me with her eyes. It's freaking me out.

[ For Dixon and later Remus. ]
[ When Robbie heads over to Dixon, he doesn't have a specific plan in mind. He's got what small bits of cloth he could find, not wanting to cut up blankets; anyway, he's unsure how to bandage a face without mummifying Dixon. He remembered to clean them by boiling and to boil separate water for cleaning the wound, which has him feeling rather pleased with himself. He's no doctor, and he wouldn't call any of this sanitary, but Robbie's doing what he can. ]

Hey, I figured you might want to... I don't know, get the day's crap off of that.

[ He looks pointedly at the burn and then resumes talking to Dixon's face as a whole. ]

Or whatever your doc told you to do. If it's one of those things where you flinch too much to do it yourself, I'm not skeeved out by it. I can help.

[ Infections are nasty business, and his pockets don't have any Tylenol. You get a high fever - you're dying. ]

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[ Left hanging. The horror. A universe with no fist bumps. Worse, what if they don't have high fives here? He takes the handshake, because he doesn't want to be rude, but the medievalness of this place has never felt more real. ]

There's a Jedi?

[ Robbie looks momentarily surprised, thinks about it, and, yeah, there were one or two people that might be dressed appropriately for everyone's second favorite space opera. Trip-py. ]

None of those things are what make anyone important. Nobody gets a pass for being a superhero. Do you go to school? Does your house look like this, or does it have electricity? I'm trying to establish group unity through friendship. Work with me here.

[ See, someone else who knows what a Jedi is? These are apparently Big Things! ]

No school, no house.

[ And since he's sure that's not going to be enough, okay, he'll actually volunteer a little more info on his own, if he must. ]

I'm from Nevassa. The capital of the kingdom of Daein. I'm a thief.

[ It's some real Aladdin-type shit, except instead of a monkey he got siblingadopted by a hot older girl. ]

[ A big thing in the pop culture sense, but not something in dire need of correction given that there aren't any Blu-ray players to be had in this temple.

Of a greater concern is the homeless, uneducated youth concept. Ordinarily, he'd give them the name of a crisis center and bus fare, when he had it, but he has to remind himself that there's nothing he can do fix that. Nosing for more information won't do any good. They're all homeless here. ]

Is that somewhere in Europe?

[ Robbie can't place either name, and he was pretty good at history and geography in school. Then again, there's a lot of little countries that don't turn up in the history books, and they're always near France or an island or something. ]

And when you say thief, I'm going to need more information. Are we talking cat burglar, mugger, bank robber, pickpocket, shoplifting, fraud...

Like, none of these are good options, but I'm kind of fond my wallet.

It's in Tellius. I don't know Europe.

[ He's not expecting Tellius to ring a bell. It hasn't for anyone else, after all.

And while he doesn't quite look insulted about that second bit, he definitely seems a bit exasperated. ]

I steal to live. Lifting from anybody in this group would be pretty counter-productive.

[ At least a couple of them seem quite capable of disproportionate retribution, and he can't get away from them... ]

Okay...

[ Robbie has to blink at that. He draws the shape of Europe in the air with his finger. ]

It's the one shaped like this. Oh, shoot. Technically it's connected to Asia so...

[ He tries again, clockwise from Portugal, and makes it all the way around to Cambodia or so before he loses it. ]

You know what? Fuhgeddaboutit. It's not important. I'm more into this whole stealing-to-live routine. Like, you're one of this group - none of us has any choice, so... maybe you shouldn't go around 'lifting' from anybody not in the group either? [ Because it's wrong. ] If somebody else gets suspected of thievery, it's just as bad as if you do.

[ He will gladly forget about this Europe, because from the look of complete non-comprehension on his face, Robbie's explanation is not helping.

Instead, sure, he can just scowl about that last. ]

I'm not going to do anything that sloppy.

[ He is a professional, thank you very much. ]

[ Okay, you know what, he tried to dance around it. Really, he did. But when Sothe's whole reaction boils down to "nah, it's cool cause, like, I ain't gonna get caught."

That is not cool. ]

Is that supposed to make it better? What's that even mean, I'm not that sloppy. 'Oh, I'm a very tidy thief. If the toilet paper is on the roll the wrong way when I'm cat-burgling, I'll fix it for them because I figure it's the least I can do while I rob them blind.'

[ On the one hand, he's kind of irate that Robbie is making this sound like a lark, rather than the way he's survived for as long as he can remember.

On the other hand? ]

What the hell is toilet paper?

[ His jaw nearly hits the floor.

He had no idea the gravity of the situation.

What fresh hell is this... ]

What do you mean what's toilet paper?!

[ He may be pretty darn savvy by medieval standards, but in the modern world, he's practically feral. ]

I didn't stutter.

How do I put this delicately...

[ He snaps his fingers. ]

It's what you use to polish your posterior when you're done putrefying the porcelain.

[ Flat stare. ]

Someone save me from this conversation. Listen, Sothe, there's obviously some nightmarish concept misunderstanding going on here, and I am not willing to face the level of medieval that you clearly represent, so let's just agree to never talk about bodily functions.

I can agree with that.

[ Who wants to talk about body functions, anyway? He is a totally mature thirteen year old who has decided that poop jokes are not actually funny or mature at all and therefore he is above them. ]

But I mean...if everywhere around here is like this, you're probably gonna have to face it sooner or later.

[ Most of what he's seeing in the temple seems a reasonably comfortable level of technology (or lack thereof) to him, after all. ]

Overheard at Camp Melai; Does this mean Robbie's Klinger?

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