This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there?

[notathreat]

WHO: Ellie + OPEN (Grab me if you want a custom starter, even if they haven't interacted yet!)
WHERE: Dreamscape!
WHEN: September 22-25 2512
WHAT: Ellie's managed to keep y'all out of her head until now, but everything's got a breaking point.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Violence, death, torture, body horror (zombie-type), violence towards a teenager.

Radio Nowhere

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[evasives]

He hears her moving towards him first, looking over as she gets closer. One of the first things he notices is her cracked mask, and upon her advice to keep his on, Cassian can feel concern swelling, but he doesn't jump at it immediately.

"Leg and wrist, but it does not seem to be completely incapacitating." Which honestly doesn't say much, given his bar for incapacitation is abnormally high now.

"Yours is broken," he says, more calmly and matter-of-factly than anything else, even in the face of whatever is floating in the air. "Do you have another? Are you hurt?"

[notathreat]

"I'm immune," Ellie says, her voice low and grim but just as matter-of-fact. It was just a matter of time, and if they're lucky, it won't ever mean anything at all, here in the world she met him in.

"If the spores could hurt me I'd already be dead."

This is a dream. She knows, because she's been here before.

Right now, though -- if he's too hurt, she won't be able to carry him outright. There'll be no horse waiting for them outside.

But he has a point about her mask, so she reaches up, tugs it off. The spores swirl in the stark light of the flashlight; she discards the mask on the ground, and reaches out to slip her hand under his elbow, prepared to help.

"Bruised, but I'm good. Can you walk? Need to lean on me?"

[evasives]

He doesn't quite know what she's immune to, doesn't know what the spores themselves do, but it sounds like... a good thing? Though without knowing how she herself feels about, he'll refrain from making any 'lucky' remarks. It'll be a question for later.

"I think can walk." He hasn't even tested the weight, but he assumes it possible because this is a dream and he has managed movement with a broken spine - just a leg? Much easier. He hopes. "Where do we need to go from here?"

Cassian shifts, putting all the pressure on his good leg, and then uses her as a balance to help get himself upright and standing. His leg is broken, he will not be able to move fast, but it's... doable. Maybe his 1-10 pain scale is skewed.