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Dr. Stanford Filbrick Pines, PhD ([personal profile] mviw) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2016-10-22 09:44 pm

[OPEN] "These shallow waters never met what I needed. I'm letting go; a deeper dive."

Who: Ford ([personal profile] mviw) & YOU! | Closed prompts for Fiddleford, Wendy & the kids, tiny!Rick and Frisk, and Bill Cipher
Where: Around Neverland
When: Through the Neverland event + the Aftermath
Rating: PG-13/R for violence, swearing, limb amputation
Summary: Ford tries to protect his best friend, his nephew and niece, his friend's daughter, and his brother. It goes horribly awry. (You could say the casualties are about half his armies.)

(This log is corresponding to the events in THIS log.)

The Story:
[ooc: Prompts are written! Have at it.]
ghflskhu_ph: (LAUGHING CRYING WHATS THE DIFFERENCE)

[personal profile] ghflskhu_ph 2016-12-30 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"HEH-HNN"

[Bill would laugh more at the sudden change- ha, and Fiddleford thought he could shut him up- but his mouth is currently preoccupied with the flask. At last he feels some give in the screw top and its contents splash generously into his- thankfully not eye- mouth, dribbling down his chin, sending a few rivulets down his neck.

He drinks greedily with great haste, forgetting to breathe until he resurfaces from his fervor with a sputtering gasp. Fiddleford gets his wish it seems, Bill has little to say as his chest heaves, catching his breathe and waiting for the alcohol to work its sweet magic.]
mcgucket: (king of passive-aggressive looks)

[personal profile] mcgucket 2016-12-30 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Drinking should never be encouraged, but if it gets Bill to shut up, then an exception can be made.

Now that he's quieter, Fiddleford can concentrate better on what he's doing here, and unless Bill has another hilarious quip to throw at us before we're finished, soon Fiddleford will speak up again.]


Right, I reckon I've removed what bone fragments I could from here. He's still going to be in pain and he will need further medical attention, but he should be able to last a lot longer than he would have before.

[Like... probably once the event ends it would be recommended for him to immediately seek out help from someone who can stitch this up better than we can.]
ghflskhu_ph: (WOW THESE ARMS ARE DURABLE)

[personal profile] ghflskhu_ph 2017-01-08 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
“GOOD RIDDANCE!!”

[Bill sits straight up with a jolt, moving to clap his hands together before—realizing he lacked the extra limb to do so.]

“…WELL then, TIME for ME to HIGHTAIL it OUTTA HERE. I’d say its been NICE WORKING WITH YA But it hasn’t. I’m FEELING really SWELL about ALL THIS!-- LATER!!”

[His eyes roll towards the back of his head at an alarmingly fast rate as he shuts them, collapsing to lay back down . . .]

“AND BY SWELL I MEAN – there is some DEFINITE SWELLING in these ABYSMAL TISSUES you HUMANS are SO PROUD OF. YEESH you guys are GROSS! Thought you’d wanna know!

[You know, for clarity! And with that, Bill collapses once more. When next the vessel opens his eyes, it won't be the demon behind them.]
mcgucket: (reconsidering his life choices)

[personal profile] mcgucket 2017-01-15 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Stanford!

[It's not the demon triangle anymore, god bless.]

Thank heavens... um. [He props Stanford up a little so that his stump of an arm isn't directly in the sand because the last thing we need is sand somehow getting into the man's wounds (thanks for that, Bill) allowing him to lean on Fidds some here if necessary.]

Are you... well, I'm not gonna bother askin' if you're feelin' alright, but...

[God he's trying, but he has no idea what to say here.]
mcgucket: (exasperated diva expressions)

[personal profile] mcgucket 2017-01-15 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Wow, okay, he almost prefers Ford being unconscious, or fucking Bill to his best friend crying on us right now.

... Almost.]


I-i-it's... it's going to be okay... [He brings his hands up, one resting on the hand that's clinging to him here, the other somewhere on the man's shoulder where he's leaning against us, an attempt at trying to be comforting despite his own anxiety right now threatening to tear his hair out.] You're gonna be okay, just...

[... Fuck, what was it that Stanford had said to us once? For some reason he can't quite recall how that conversation went at this exact moment, but something about this situation has reminded him of it, so he tries anyway.]

Just... try to concentrate on breathing for now, alright? It'll... it'll help, I think.
mcgucket: (I did stuff once. I still regret it.)

[personal profile] mcgucket 2017-01-15 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, 'course I'll stay. I wouldn't leave ya alone like this.

[... Don't pay close attention to the irony of those words if you can help it, Ford.]

And, uh, don't worry about the blood, that's not something I'm too chuffed about right now. I'm just glad that you're alive.

[And here with us, and not currently being possessed by an evil dorito...]