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[ny_vigilante]

[ Casey Jones has been granted the courtesy of being dropped off in a condition he can tolerate and take care of: his favored term is 'beat up.' He's bruised, battered, sore and unbelievably tired-- but he can stand on his own two feet, at least, and that obviously means he can walk

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[i_speak_softly]

[Who the shell is knocking, don't they know this is -]

Casey.

[He'll drag you inside and shove you down on the couch.]

Don't move.

[It's okay. Doctor Don is on the job.]

[ny_vigilante]

[ Whoa, was not expecting that. Uh, well, one down and three to go in roll call, then. Staying parked on the couch like a good little vigilante, because god knows what kind of horrible things would happen otherwise. ]

Hey Don. How's it goin'? [ Casual Casey is casual, ignoring any fatigue for the moment because it was pretty dark out there, wasn't it. His bad.

And Doctor Don is the best doctor ever, obviously. ]

Icon love <3

[i_speak_softly]

Mike is gone.

[And with that, he'll start wrapping your injuries, automatically ordering them from most to least severe.]

X3

[ny_vigilante]

[ Y'know that cartoony whistling sound when something falls a long way and crashes? Yeah. That seems about right. Swearing under his breath is a go. ]

Sorry. [ It's not better this way. Not really worse, either. Sorry's all he's got because what else can someone say? ]