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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

In and then Out of Milliways: Christine mentioned things dropped in a vent, and Spoon went to help. 'Cause that's what you do for friends. And that's why he's stumbling back into the bar with a really abashed looking Predator (insomuch as Predators can manage the expression) behind him making sure the door closes all the way. She's got most of a remarkably dead body with her.

Spoon is butt-ass naked and carting the head with him. He's also missing rather a lot of bones. Like the front third or so of his ribs, his entire lower jaw, and several fingers. All the soft flesh has grown back, at least?

...Face it, he looks like shite and Christine looks like a Predator, and the two of them are carrying a large, dead Xenomorph.

Anyone who can get past that might notice in a non-horrified and panicked and/or offended part of their brain that Spoon's got a reverse-acid-burn of scar-free flesh

((With, uh. Bonus fixed headlinkage.))

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[sighteddancer.livejournal.com]

Cre'hktdi is carrying a trophy as respectfully as one can carry a piece of gutted dead weight; it's slung over both shoulders. She could carry it over one easily, but it dragged.

". . . and can understand me now?" she's finishing a rather long sentence in tones that are hopeful and apologetic. If one can read those in a voice that sounds like a dragon's just after a good fiery sneeze.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace had been attempting, with limited success, to figure out in theory how one best blows up a goat without turning the area for a seventy-foot radius, at least, into a bloody mess. It's all a problem of vapor pressures and temperatures.

Then her pen, well-gnawed-on, is very quietly put down.
"No"

She doesn't remember getting up, but now she's slowly backing away to the door. No more goodbyes.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells' head comes up sharply at the OH MY FUCKING GOD THE SMELL, and he leaps to his feet. "Spoon! What the fuck-"

He stops, and stares. And then moves over to Ace. "He's not dead," he mutters, "which is good 'cos I think I'm gonna have to fucking kill him."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

There is a distracted nod to Christine. Distracted because he's got to start moving toward Ace, shaking his head and nodding at what Wells is telling her. Really! He's alright! What canine he can do with bits missing is assuring her of the same things that Wells is. Really!

[sighteddancer.livejournal.com]

The yautja hefts the carcass with a little annoyance. Really, this is supposed to be a gathering place for intelligent creatures, and there's no place to hang trophies for a time.

"He met the Hunt," she explains. "And won."

Admittedly, by partly melting himself. But he still won, and to a yautja that's the thing.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She gives the... what the hell is that, anyway? She can't think beyond 'big' and 'not human' and 'talking', which really doesn't narrow the field down at all.

She needs to run. She needs to run until it stops hurting, until she can think again, until she's somewhere she can scream and no one will try to get her to stop.

"Unsurvivable injuries." She points out in a distant, abstracted voice. "Missing parts of the thoracic wall" Among other things, but she can't think.

Yes, she's still backing up.

[paladinsuitsyou]

"Jesus Christ," Booth says, taking the Lord's name in vain out of sheer shock. "What the hell happened? Do you need help? What -" He swallows hard. "What's that?" It's unclear if he's indicating the head, the body or the Predator.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon can't really talk right now. He does, however, look as proud of himself as someone without a lower jaw can manage, and hefts the head up.

This means I killed it with me TEETH in half-missing werewolf.

[sighteddancer.livejournal.com]

"Which? That is his trophy. This is the prey it belonged to." She lifts the body and holds it out for inspection.

She's sort of assuming he didn't call herself or Spoon that. It would mean for trouble. She's civilized, thank you.

[paladinsuitsyou]

Mostly, yes, he is referring to the head, though he's baffled by the Predator as well.

Booth's getting the "I killed it part." The teeth part is harder, as Spoon's currently missing at least 16 of those. Possibly more.

"Yeah - uh - it's - very nice," Booth says, a bit weakly. It's all he can really manage at the moment. "Your, uh, kill."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon shrugs. There's...not much else he can do, really, without resorting to writing, and he's missing most of the fingers on his dominant hand, so. 'It was an accident' is rather beyond his abilities to mime.

...The killing wasn't. The running into it was.

[sighteddancer.livejournal.com]

"Decidedly. Less than a day after its first molting, and still energetic from its birth. The Hunt found him in close quarters, and he did not retreat." Yautja are used to singing the praise of other hunters.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

At some point, Ace got up to get cocoa (somewhat spiked), and alcohol for Wells, and tea for the daft dog. Surely you can drink tea even if your jaw has gone AWOL?

Mostly the tea was gotten out of reflex. It isn't until she's standing by the couch with a tray, wondering if the cup of chocolate tea is going to be taken well or not, that she realizes maybe ordering it wasn't her brightest move ever.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells reaches for the beer. "Thanks, Ace," he says. "Huh. Wonder if you can drink tea through a straw."

He's a little peeved about the situation, but the way he sees it, Ace gets first claim for anything that involves getting angry. Mostly he's peeved that Spoon didn't let him know before going off that way. Between the alien hunter's statements and the fact that Spoon's healing back without the scars, he's pretty fucking impressed, and that outweighs the anger somewhat.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon takes the tea and looks at it mournfully. He's not sure how he's going to eat or drink until the moon. Not to mention oh, God, he wants a fag.

Really. REALLY. He'll just keep being still, for the moment. Maybe he should get a pencil and paper?

[bannion_sight]

She doesn't really want to be at Milliways -- Kim had asked Tabor to take her back to Ysanne's lake and the little cottage there for a reason, and that reason is the bit of peace to be found there.

But she owes a debt here as well, and she's got to make sure that Wells and Spoon got back safely, so Kim nerves herself and opens the door from the cottage to the bar.

She glances around as she walks in, and it actually takes a moment for her to recognize what she's seeing.

"Oh, my god!"

The door slams shut behind her as Kim dashes across the room.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

A kindred spirit! Ace takes up hue and cry after snagging a straw from Bar.

"He bit an alien an' it melted his face. Melted. Away. As in not there. An' his chest." She sits down with a huff next to Spoon, cradling her cocoa.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells looks up and raises his pint in greeting. "Hallo, Dr. Ford," he says. "Just for the record, I wasn't there when it happened."

[creator_raven]

It is entirely possible that what draws Raven to the scene is nothing more than the opportunity to find some eyeballs.

Or other bits and pieces that most people do not want.

More than possible, even.

It is a thing.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

The only eyes here are Spoon's. And Raven can't have them. He's still using them. There's a one-armed shrug, though.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Spoon is momentarily abandoned so Ace can hop up and properly hug her brother. Some days just really need brother hugs. Lots of brother hugs.

Like when your mate comes back with PART OF HIS FACE MISSING. Brother hugs are recommended. Demanded, even.

[creator_raven]

Raven hugs Ace back, shifting so he can get a better look at Spoon.

His head tilts, a little.

Ace is too small to much get in the way of that.

"Possibly those pieces are not so much meant to be missing?"

Blink.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon...shrugs again. Because he can't do much else. The head is upstairs. He could show Raven? If Raven wanted?

It's a kickass head.

[taishar_malkier]

If that's not Shadowspawn, part of Lan's mind notes clinically, then it's something very like it; he can sense no taint, but there's nothing natural in those scales and rows of teeth, like an unholy cross between Worms and some of the Blight's other twisted creatures. And that person with Spoon may be just as untainted, but it looks nothing like human.

More immediate, since the creature is dead and the other isn't offering anyone harm, is the fact that Spoon should not be alive.

(And is his body growing back as Lan watches?)

His eyes have widened in visible shock, a rare occurrence, and his hand dropped to sword hilt. If Spoon weren't already surrounded by people, Lan would go over -- but he is, and so Lan doesn't.

Only watches through narrowed eyes, and notices who Spoon talks to and how, and notices the way his bones bulge and solidify beneath the fresh skin.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan's heading outside when his eyes slide over the scene by the Door. There's an automatic sneer before he stops and double takes.

The amount of damage done (and healed, at least partially) is enough to grudgingly impress him with Spoon. He can guess it has something to do with the carcass of the dead creature that the other creature is carrying.

He can see the movements of the man's heart beating, and he catches himself staring in a sort of morbid fascination.

The next moment he's out the door.