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[Nowhere near where he died--not like he has a body to regenerate after all--Tyki, well, materializes is the best word for it. The DR has dressed him, but his skin is pale beneath the natural color and glistening with sweat--he feels like he's literally burning up as he opens his eyes with a gasp, rolling over onto his side and pressing his forehead to the cool floor, squeezing his eyes shut.]
[Kind of the place to take him from the state moments before he disintegrated. When he tries to stand he finds himself back on the floor with no memory of how he got there, so he just stretches out and waits for his temperature to go down and spots to stop swimming behind his eyelids.]
[All this and he isn't even drunk. First step when he can move is to fix that state of affairs. But for now he'll lay spread out in the neutral hallway. He'd appreciate not being stepped on.]
((OOC: Forward dated to after the whole rescue mission ends and is over.))
[Kind of the place to take him from the state moments before he disintegrated. When he tries to stand he finds himself back on the floor with no memory of how he got there, so he just stretches out and waits for his temperature to go down and spots to stop swimming behind his eyelids.]
[All this and he isn't even drunk. First step when he can move is to fix that state of affairs. But for now he'll lay spread out in the neutral hallway. He'd appreciate not being stepped on.]
((OOC: Forward dated to after the whole rescue mission ends and is over.))