network: @XXXtra_TerrestriEL

[itselbitch]

WHO: eliot waugh, king of shit, and whoever responds.
WHAT: network texting: he's running low on drugs so now he's hunting for booze.
WHERE: all over because he's also looking while texting.
WHEN: sent out before the event, but take your time to reply. it's not like it's going anywhere in your message history unless you delete it (and then find out you can't delete it). he's not going to not want booze two months from now.
NOTES: probably contains cursing, sexual references, and mentions of drugs and alcohol. eliot is not a role model. don't look inside if you're looking for one.


anyone found any liquor yet

willing to exchange favors

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[itselbitch]

[ he skims the directions on the bottle before opening it. even though his arms are starting to shake, eliot manages to peel the foil off carefully as a single piece. he only takes one because he can hear margo yelling at him from some distant plane about being irresponsible and overdosing when he shouldn't. if it's not enough, he'll know anyway. he swallows it down dry, obviously well used to the action.

there's a slow, deep breath and a sigh before he responds. god, he wishes he had a cigarette. ]

I did something stupid and unleashed an immature god with no morality clause and a knack for killing anything that doesn't agree with him. It. He? Kind of possessed me and then it was turtles all the way down. My. Friends had to deal with that while I was. Trapped. In this weird hellish mindscape, but I managed to survive in something like a mind palace. When I managed to let them know I wasn't exactly dead and gone, they started trying to figure out how to. Well. I guess it's exorcism, isn't? Anyway, Margo earned this pair of really badass axes that can purge spirits from a given vessel, so.

[ he snaps his finger to emphasize the action. there's a faint, unintentional spark as he does. his nerves aren't wholly his right now. ]

I guess if I had to pick a place, the stomach is better than losing an arm or a leg. Bambi only did what she had to though. I don't blame her.

[snikthatch]

[ It's not the weirdest explanation he's ever heard. Sounds almost like something Illyana might end up involved with, except with fewer demons.

Logan raises his eyebrows a little at the spark, though. Speaking of magic.. ]

Might change your mind if you end up dyin' of that gut wound. [ He gives an audible sniff. ] Don't smell too good.

[itselbitch]

[ he manages a laugh, even though it fucking hurts, and that he regrets, but it does give him a few more endorphins to work with for now. ]

I don't know that I could. It was my fault any of it happened anyway. I'd just be getting what's coming to me.

[ he looks up, catching logan's gaze. ]

I'd be surprised if there was ever a wound that does smell good. I can't find any alcohol though, even the non-drinking sort, so I can't really disinfect, and I can only clean it so much on my own before the bacteria is faster than I stop. It's not like I can clean my insides either.

[ he almost makes an enema joke. he decides not to. ]

[snikthatch]

[ Logan scratches his stubbly chin, thoughtful. ]

Guess you picked a pretty bad place to be injured, kid. That -- [ he snaps his fingers ] -- all you can do? No healing magic?

[itselbitch]

God, I wish. Sorry, I didn't-- [ get the chance to audition for the X-Factor, he almost blurts. but he doesn't. good on him. ] --get to choose my natural arcana.

[ not that he would have picked healing anyway since healing is slow and boring magic, but that's another thing. ]

Even transmutational magic would be nice since then I could just. Change water into alcohol, but. [ he gestures dismissively with his hand. ] Most of that sort of magic is considered off limits. Enticing people with the probability of creating a philosopher's stone just seems like a one-way ticket to kickstarting the apocalypse.