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[ Everybody settling in alright? Or at least, as well as can be expected?

Everybody enjoy their cherry tasting legumes?

Adrien had intended to send this out as a text, but he was still getting used to the new TABs and upon realizing his mistake, couldn't be arsed to change it. The doctor usually looks harried, it might have something to do with his perpetual scowl, but he's looking particularly yanked through a knothole backwards at the moment.

All the way down to the fact that he's obviously showered and made an attempt to trim his beard, only to wind up cutting himself. Please ignore the tell tale little dots of paper stuck to his face at the moment. The blade was dull, okay?! ]

It dawned on me, as these things do when one is slicing their face open with a razor, a question that probably should have been asked a week or so ago.

Those of you in the crew, who are capable of, or posses magical abilities and of a temperament to help, would you have a spell or a ... [ here he gestures with his hands, he's not trying to be offensive, magic is just not something his world has ever been exposed too and he's only aware that it can be vary from person to person. ] ... that would purify water?

Thinking if that ability exists, we might give it a try on those purple streams and see if we can remove some of the nasty side-effects and restock our supplies.

(ooc: Warnings in the comments.)

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Because there's a lot. Like, a lot. What kind of razor did you use?

A very dull one. [ He'd grabbed it from his kit and been half way through his routine before he'd realized he might be better off with his knife. ]

I'm using a knife the next time. I don't care what guts are on it.

Because that's so much cleaner than the water situation.

[ She rubbed at her brow, grimacing. ]

I'm sure we have some kind of vaseline laying around in the tent. Use that the next time you cut yourself shaving.

[ Adrien pulled a face at the suggestion, shaking his head. ]

Do you know how many dirt particles cling to vaseline? Plus I ... let's just ... no.

Says the doctor who plans on using a guts covered knife the next time he shaves.

[ Elena pulled a face back at him. ]

Vaseline will stop the bleed faster than keeping that white fluff on your face. [ She then smiled. ] You look like you're wearing pimple cream.

I can clean the knife. I just haven't had a chance too recently.

[ Too busy stabbing things!

The pimple cream shot was a low blow and his expression said as much. ]

Better that then putting the stuff I ... no, nope. We're stopping this conversation

No. No, now I'm curious— what stuff? You have other stuff?

No, never.

[ He lies with a straight face. ]

Did you get the kids some of those cherry flavored legumes?

You just said, Adrien...

[ Her bullshit-dar is going off. ]

I did, yeah. They seemed to like them. Reinhardt came around dressed as Santa. Kind of wish I'd been able to pull out my camera to take a picture of their reactions.

They each got candies.

Her bullshit-dar is not wrong. However, that doesn't mean he's not scurrying as fast from the previous subject as a roach from the light. ]

That sounds ... uh ... fun? [ It was supposed to be fun, right? This whole Santa business. ] Err, who is Reinhardt again?

For kids, yeah. It should be.

[ A slow head tilt. Oh... ]

You haven't met him yet? He's been by medical a few times. You really can't miss him― 'beefcake' is an appropriate name for him since he's huge. No joke.

Old, graying, huge. Would make a great quarterback or just a giant battle axe wielding warrior.

[ 'Beefcake'?

Really Elena? Tsk. ]

You just used the word 'huge' twice. I'm going to assume you did not get cheeky and request he submit to a complete physical.

[ He has no idea what a quarterback means but giant battle axe wielding warrior does paint a nice picture. ]

[ She had this, she was so not going to stumble through an explanation. She was just going to ignore the slight heat flushing her cheeks. Why couldn't she cross her arms? Damn her broken arm! ]

Look, the first time I bumped into him was after I was fresh out of cryo and you kept me in Medbay. That's about the time he first came through the Ingress. The second time was― I don't know, I can't remember. And the third time, he was going through the camp spreading cheer and handing out presents and candy.

[ Elena huffed. Yes, yes she was a little embarrassed but she liked to think she got through that explanation rather confidently and didn't let too much show. ]

You need to see him for yourself― he is huge. Like a giant.

[ Actually, Reinhardt's build reminded her of a descendent. At least the old guy didn't give nightmarish screams and crawled on all fours like a Japanese horror villain character climbing on the walls and ceilings. ]

I leave the complete physicals to you.

[ She was married, Adrien. Married. ]

[ Married didn't mean dead.

In truth, if Adrien thought there was fire behind the smoke, he'd never tease her about it. At least not across an open network feed, which Nate could invade at any point.

However, he very rarely got to indulge in baby brother evil tactics, so when the opportunity arose, he tended to take them. ]

So, not only is he a beefcake, who is huge and [ Adrien cleared his throat and picked up a nice falsetto ] 'would make a great battle axe wielding warrior' but he's a kind personality given towards sharing presents and candy with children and the camp.

And huge. Can't forget the huge.

[ You sound adorkishly smitten; were you not a married lady, Elena. Adrien didn't chuckle, though his shoulders gave that small jump that indicated a chuff and he shook his head before pointing at her arm. ]

Let me know if you get tired lugging that around and I'll fix it for you.

Did you not get enough coffee today? Did you hit your head? Please tell me you hit your head.

[ At least with that, it would be a good reason for his out of the blue teasing. He'd never teased her as much as he was now, as light as it was. His falsetto drew an amused smile. He could almost pull it off― almost. ]

Yes. He's huge. Are you still keeping track? Is that five? Or are we at six now? [ She leaned closer to her TAB screen, brows raising, voice lowering to a staged whisper. ] If there's one thing you should be paying attention to, his pecs are bigger than my head.

[ Among other things. And if she had both hands free, she would cup her own breasts. No words would be needed then. ]

I've been tired of lugging it around after the second week. It's been a month, shouldn't we be downgrading the sling by now? The padded cast we'll need to keep on but I wouldn't mind a smaller sling where I can pull my arm out for careful physio.

I have not hit my head. [ Adrien groused, paused and amended. ] Not recently anyway.

[ He was just to that point of exhaustion where a person would start to get a little punchy. Besides she kept setting it up and he couldn't help poking at the bait. ]

While I suspect the gentleman would be flattered at your attentions, I tend to avoid leering at people until I'm at least comfortable enough to know they won't punch me in the face.

[ Particularly if there were of a size to be a natural for wielding a battle axe, like a warrior. Nope, that was never getting old.

As for the last bit. Adrien had finally finished picking bits of paper off his face, gathering them into the palm of one hand. He paused for a couple of breaths, wiping his face to make sure he got all the paper, before he tossed the paper into a make shift trash bag and looked back up. ]

That's sort of what I'm ... I mean ... [ He stopped, took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts and tried again. ] I have an ability, Elena with bone. I can fix that for you, a short cut if you're comfortable with the idea. Some people aren't, they'd rather take more traditional routes and I respect that.

But the option is there, if you'd like to explore it.

[ She'd been about to point that out, remembering the day Tony had carried Adrien in princess-style completely broken and bleeding, looking his worst. Her lips thinned as she pressed them together. ]

Back where I'm from, we have this brand of frozen and canned vegetables called Green Giant. And no, Reinhardt isn't green-skinned. Anyway, whenever the commercials come on the TV, they make this character out to look like he's gentle and kind while passing off his canned goods or whatever. [ God, the doctor probably had zero idea what she was talking about and mentioning any kind of passing off of goods was unlikely helping and making it worse. More bait. ] That's what he reminds me of... Minus the green and the cans and peas and gardens―

Never mind. I can already see I'm not making this any better...

[ Elena trailed off. Her brows slowly came together. Had she heard that right? ]

You have an ability...with bone...? You mention bone, you mention making a cut, and all my mind can think about is bone marrow.

What is this about, exactly?

[ That's why he qualified it! And said recently.

As for the rest of what she went on to discuss. It was true, his expression was mildly bemused, followed by pointedly amused as she really did dig herself in deeper. It was sort of cute though, obviously this Reinhardt had made a good impression and for that he was pleased for Elena.

So he would be mature about the matter and let it go. For the time being anyway.

Then the inevitable question came in and Adrien sighed softly before reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. ]

It's a long story and frankly, boring. There is no need for a cut, or any pain actually ... guess it's sort of useful in that regard. It works through skin to skin contact and is pretty much what it says on the tin. Heals any cracked, broken or shattered bone.

I have time. And I like stories. Comes with my choice of career.

[ No story is ever boring. Not in her mind. They each tell something. ]

So then what is the point of the cut..? And let me guess, you're the tin?

[ Adrien gently shook his head. In his mind, it was a boring story. He almost never talked about his family or his life before the CDC. Not unless the subject came up when he was in an unguarded moment.

Instead, he focused on her question and looked confused for a moment. Playing the conversation back in his head, he realized where he'd said something that didn't make sense and moved to correct it. ]

There is no actual cutting involved, Elena. I said it was a short cut, you know? As opposed to months in a sling?

You know, maybe that concussion really did do a number on me.

[ All those months later. ]

Would I need to keep up with short range physio at all after?

Probably, since you've been in the sling this long there will be some muscle atrophy that you'll need to work through to avoid soft tissue damage.

[ Soft tissue damage was always more of a bitch that bones. ]

But it shouldn't be more than two to three weeks.

Two to three weeks, I can deal with that.

[ As long as they can get rid of the tender aching that doesn't seem to be going away, she won't have to keep forcing smiles and pretending she's okay. But Elena knows Nate sees through it. Adrien as well. ]

I'm ready whenever you are.

I have my tent set up in one of the houses on the outer edges. It was one of the few places I could find with running water.

[ Granted, it had been cold water, but a cold shower was better than no shower. ]

Look for the one with four actually standing walls and most of it's windows still intact. Furthest from the rest.

[ As if that would come as any surprise. ]

I'll head over now. There's enough people in the tent that it should be okay to slip away. If I'm thinking of the right spot, it shouldn't take more than ten minutes by foot.

[ He got himself a good one. Running water is something a majority of the camp is hurting for. ]

Need me to check on anything before I head over?

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