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[most_unwanted]

[Mulder is lying half-conscious on the ground somewhere in the general vicinity of the Battle Dome. The skin around his eyes, nose, and mouth is all red and inflamed, and whole sections of feathers have fallen out of his wings. He's got just enough of a mind to recognize that he's felt like this before. Alien blood. He's been exposed somehow, and he's suffering the aftereffects. The how and where he is now might take a bit to catch up with him though.]

[After a moment, a weak voice can be heard on the journals:]

...ice... need... need cold.

[Why can't the return to the village be painless and hassle-free? Or just... returning with a funny haircut or something.]

Comments

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

[Mulder lays back and sighs.]

Damn Malnosso... But yeah, thanks. I'm... sure they'll be equipped to deal with this...

[Just got to keep him cold and on some antivirals, if he remembers correctly.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

No problem. Just take it easy, okay?

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

I promise I will. Though eventually there's going to be some Malnosso simulations with a few bullet holes in them, in the Battle Dome...

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[She chuckles, heading to the door.]

That sounds like fun. But for now, rest.

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

I guess there's all the time in the world to get to that... Thanks again, Rydia.

[Mulder closes his eyes, he's been kind of drifty anyway, and he'd bet he hasn't had good proper sleep in a while. Time to catch up.]