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[oom: Time flies when you're having fun.]

Alex breathes out something like a sigh of relief upon finding Milliways on this side of the door. He could have kept going until he found a phone and seen the whole thing through as is, but it would be better all around if he has a few hours to recover first. Less people wondering what the hell kind of a trouble a ball boy could have gotten into.

His first priority, he guesses, is to get some towels and ice packs from the bar. For something like half the route, he's okay, if limping a little, but somewhere around the mid-point, he feels a wave of dizziness and decides that, actually, what he'd really like to do is sit down.

Now.

The lack of chairs doesn't really bother him; instead, he lets himself ~~fall~~ sit on the floor somewhat heavily and lower his head in the hopes of making the room spin a little less. What doesn't occur to him is that now, to the average observer, there's a fourteen-year-old boy covered in dirt and dust and bleeding from the back of his head (not to mention the scattering of wooden splinters all along his neck and back, and that's only what's currently visible) curled up on the floor.

What was he thinking earlier? Something about less questions?

[ooc: And closed to new threads unless I've poked you, I think. ♥ Alex'll be around for visiting soon.]

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"Just like them. I know you're fine but I'm still going to worry. Heroes always say they're fine and usually say it loudest when they're bleeding."

"I'm not a hero."

(This is a lie.)

"Yes, you are, dear. I don't know your world or even your name but I know how to spot heroes."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

(How much, he wonders, does he need to keep up the story here?)

She sighs and is perhaps not quite as gentle on the next hero,

"I'm a goddess, dear, many of my young relatives are heroes."

Uhhhhhhhhhhh.

After a few more pulls she has all the splinters out,

"There, now let's get you some food. I don't think I caught your name."

"It's Alex."

She's a goddess? The goddess Demeter kind of goddess?

"Its good to meet you, Alex. Now what's your favorite thing to eat?"

"It doesn't really matter."

"Of course it does. If you don't tell me, I'll just order what I think you might like or should be eating."