STAAAAAIRS...

[pchaaair]

Characters: TAVROS AND ANYONE THAT WANTS TO JOIN IN? Mingle forever guys. Make new threads and respond to other threads as much as you want!!
Setting: The stairs.
Format: Starting with action, but I can match!
Summary: A katamari of people going down the stairs.
Warnings: ... Stairs. Lots of stairs.

[SO ANIMUS, how about those stairs? They're pretty painful to fall down sometimes, aren't they? Especially when a bunch of people (and trolls) get caught up in it.]

[ooc; SO HOW ABOUT THAT STAIR KATAMARI GUYS?]

Comments

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure. I've heard of magic healing people, but... I don't know how much it can do. There are some very powerful magicians out there.

[It'd help if she could actually see his legs in this people-pile.]

[pchaaair]

Oh... uh, that's still sort of interesting, I think, even if you are not sure.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Hm. I'm sorry. I wish I knew for sure.

[pchaaair]

It's okay. You don't have to worry about that at all.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

But--.... [She pauses, then tries to shake her head but fails miserably. Bad idea.] ...Okay.

We should... probably try to get out of here. You need to go to the infirmary, don't you? [Because future robotic adjustments or not, broken legs are broken legs as far as she knows.]

[pchaaair]

Uh-- no, not really. I don't think so. Do you need to go to the infirmary?

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[...Not going to the infirmary even though his legs are broken? --She's just going to hope this is some kind of cultural difference and not a sign of psychological issues.]

N-- no, I don't think so.

[pchaaair]

That's good, at least, I think.

Uh... maybe we should try to find a way to get out.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

R-- right. [Not that it's going to be easy, but she's at least going to start to try to wriggle her way out of the mass of people.]

[pchaaair]

[He'll shift a little to try to let her wriggle out.]

I'm sorry this happened.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[She appreciates the help. Now, if only everyone else could follow suit.]

It's-- not-- your fault. [Or at least, she doesn't know it is, if it is.]

[pchaaair]

t sort of is, though. [HE FEELS SO BAD IT CAUSED THIS MESS...]

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[She pauses, realizes she can't look back anyway, then keeps moving.] Really? What happened?

[pchaaair]

I sort of fell. And I didn't think everyone would, um, get stuck falling with me like this.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[--Is that fresh air, finally? She takes a second to rest. Yep, the edge of the katamari ball is in sight.] But you didn't do it on purpose, did you?

[pchaaair]

Not really, but, it still happened because of me.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

But... it's not really your fault. [Funny she should say that, considering her own tendencies. It's easier to tell someone else that they're innocent than to tell herself that. She finally makes it to the outermost point of the mess of people and after a considerable amount of flailing manages to pull herself all the way out.]

[pchaaair]

[He's glad that she was able to make it out safely! THAT'S... one down, a lot more to go.]

But everyone ended up here because of this...

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

It was an accident. [She takes a minute to recover. Now that she's having a look at her limbs, she can tell for sure that this is going to bruise. Oh, well. Better than having broken legs. Speaking of which, she stretches a hand back into the katamari ball to help him out. She can't really reach him from where she is, but it's better than no help at all, at least if he can make it far enough to accept the help.] ...I don't blame you.

[pchaaair]

[He reaches out, just barely managing to grab onto her hand.]

Er... thanks. That means a lot, I think.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[She does her best to pull him out. She's not strong by any stretch of the imagination, even for a young girl, but she definitely makes an effort to help.]

Y-you're welcome...!

[pchaaair]

[It's enough! He's strong enough to use that liiiittle bit of help to worm his way out. Slowly, of course, but he still manages to topple out of the towermari.]

Thank you. Again.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, again. [She offers him a smile. She'll just be staying sitting down, since she's still sore and kind of tired, but she does lean to try and get a better look at his legs--]

--....

[pchaaair]

[He gives her a smile, too, and flops over on the ground. Not that he can really do much past that.]

Um... is something wrong?

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

...Are... your legs made of metal? [Or is she just seeing things?]