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WEEK FOUR

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It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.

... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!

After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.

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[Thanks, Jason, you're a pal. He'll do his best not to keel over.

Shinnosuke hates not being able to see what's going on, but when Hannibal speaks, he nods. Good—he better be treating Jason first (not that Shinnosuke has any idea what's wrong with him, beyond him having been oddly silent, but still).]

Yeah, I'll do my best. What's the damage to Jason?

[HE'S FINE (he's not fine at all) but really, he knows that his eyes are beyond saving and it doesn't seem like the web is doing any further damage, so he can wait.]

[Yeah. No. Hannibal isn't going to have any trouble inspecting Jason's injury, as Jason will open his mouth without much of a fuss. There's, uh, a lot of blood in there. And lacerations. And other gross things that come as a result of having a robot snake literally chomp down on your mouth. What isn't there, however, is his tongue. All that's really left is a little stump near the end, just enough to make sure he doesn't accidentally choke every time he tries to drink water.

So, that's a thing. He's fine. Everyone is fine. Not much for him to do here besides stare at Hannibal, grunting in displeasure because please do your thing as quickly as possible??? Looks like someone would have preferred to keel over, as long as Shinnosuke gets proper treatment.

Idiot.]

[while Hannibal checks on these dumb teenage boys, Milla continues her streak of arson. she yells, hoots, hollers, anything to get the robots' attention on her and not the injured parties and their doctor. some bots get scorched on the way to the bonfire, while others follow her there]

[once she reaches said bonfire, she tosses the last of the ignition fluid onto it, followed by at least three lit matches. when the fire is really roaring, she darts to the other side of it, hoping that the robots will try to take a straight line to her and wind up leaping straight into the fire instead. the plan works well enough-- let's hope people like barbecue robots for dinner tonight!!]

[she hasn't completed her mission just yet, but this takes care of the tiny bots that spilled out of the post office first. she'll have to run inside to burn whatever is left in the building once she's done out here]

[ At least Hannibal isn't at all squeamish, clearly, because though the amount of blood is obscuring the view slightly, he does stick his fingers in Jason's mouth to feel out the damage that he can't clearly see. At least he's wearing gloves and definitely being careful, though it's not like this is going to be comfortable. ]

His tongue is missing. Nearly completely.

[ He draws his hand back, since that doesn't make this simple, but it makes what he'll need to do fairly decisive, albeit gruesome. Considering how heavily the tongue bleeds and that there's not really much in the way of flesh for Hannibal to swab and stitch closed... It'll need to be cauterized. He looks to where Milla is at work, and he considers asking her to grab a piece of metal, but he decides it's not quite that dire. But they will need to move for that.

For now, he starts to take off his tie, because much to his own displeasure here, he does need to do what he can to at least slow the bleeding. The knot is undone, and as he speaks to Shinnosuke, he grabs opposite ends and starts to rip at the fabric, though it's difficult. Ties aren't exactly made to be ripped, but the alternative here is his shirt, and I'm not making Jason put pieces of Hannibal's shirt in his mouth. ]

As best you can, start to clear the— debris from around your eyes. [ He's not sure what to call it... ] Don't put pressure on the socket if you can help it. I'll take care of that myself.

[ With the tie at least ripped up enough, he'll offer a piece of it to Jason. ]

Use this as a bandage for the moment. Press it firmly against the injury, since I won't be able to close it for at least a few minutes. We need to go to the hotel's kitchen. I'm going to have to cauterize it.

[While hearing has always been a large part of Shinnosuke's life, considering that music is literally life or death for him, it's an odd sensation to have to rely on it like this. Listening to the fire, listening to Milla do her thing, listening to Hannibal (sucks to be Jason)—this is what he's going to have to use from now on, huh?

He knows how to adapt, at least.]

Well, that explains why he's been suspiciously quiet... [A pause, to catch his breath, because fuck, everything hurts.] Hey, if this has shut him up, maybe one good thing's come out of all this...

[Sorry, Jason, gotta throw shade on you.]

Got a glove I can borrow?

[He doesn't exactly feel like touching a potentially corrosive spider web with his bare hand.]

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