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[applix]

Applix had decided with the way things were progressing he didn't need to be in morph anymore. He felt increasingly comfortable around his old friends and soon his andalite form stood beside the bar once again, the bear disappearing, having been sucked into himself. His tail flickered around behind him and he looked towards the door curiously as two people walked in, one on a stretcher and appearing quite strange. Applix knew that only skintight clothes could be morphed, but he obviously didn't make the connection with the boy and instead turned back towards Ossanlin and  leaned up against the bar with his humanoid torso.

***

Mike could feel his body warming to the air outside, watching the sky moving, shaky from atop the stretcher. His lips moved but didn't form any words yet as thoughts came pouring in. He was slowly becoming aware of what was going on and from the bright outlines he could see the roof of some sort of structure, then going dark as the door closed behind them both. He could see the figure which had given him water beside him, although this memory wouldn't stay with him long. His arm raised slightly and then flopped down on his chest as his eyes began to swim over the strange beings inside the bar. At the moment it didn't even register to him that a few andalites stood near the bar or else he might have spoken up. He slowly stirred in his stretcher, but a look into his eyes would quickly reveal that he was still out of it and would be until he had some food in him and some water to digest it with.

[Myitt]

The young man watches Applix reemerge from the bear shape.  "Oh, what'sit...Applix, innit?  Damn, memory like a steel trap."  He smiles broadly.  "Someone get her some tea, will ya?"  He glances down at Mike, handing him the Thermos of water again.  He crouches next to the hovering stretcher.  "Drink some more of this, you'll need it."

Myitt stirs on the bar counter.  "Five more minutes," she murmurs, mouth smooshed into the shellacked wooden surface.

[applix]

Applix seemed to shake a bit, his eyes wide as he looked towards the man near the door. Strangely Applix had a sudden vision accompanied by some sort of temple and the man who called his name. He shook out his head and then spoke to him, <Yes. That is quite a talent you have.> He exclaimed, palming the bar.

Mike took the thermos in his hands meanwhile and began to sip from it. His arms shook now but he seemed to be aware enough not to drop the damn thing. His eyes looked between the cup and him with distrust and fear. Mike was a naive person and he gave his trust out easily, but right now he couldn't even see the man's face and his head wasn't on straight just yet. He let the water soothe his throat, coughing intermittently.

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances at Mike curiously. The boy seems to be in trouble...mm. I wonder where he could have come from? Was he an acrobat on Earth? He then sips his drink again and nods at Corliss.

"Then I suppose we haven't met. I do not know why Myitt is out. She seems tired, or perhaps it's the drink."

[Myitt]

"Well, it helps that we've met before.  Long time ago, Rip van Winkle over there introduced us." He nods at Myitt.  "Name's Corliss, and Michael.  Michael Leicester."  He taps his chest, then looks down at the boy.  "'ey.  That's much better, isn't it?  What's your name, kid?"

Myitt rubs her eyes.  "Who invited him?" she says hoarsely.  "Ugh, terrible dreams...no more alcohol..."

Corliss smirks at his sibling.  "What was that sunshine?"  He turns to Mar, wheeling Mike so that he isn't in the direct line of traffic near the door.  "And what are you, then?  The King of the Potato People?"

[applix]

Mike seemed unresponsive at first, but given a few seconds he finally processed what was going on. He finished what was left in the thermos and then looked to the general space where Michael's face was located. "Mike.." He said hoarsely, probably not having heard his rescuer's name. He tossed a bit in the stretcher as it was moved off to the side, trying to get a better look at those who were most likely staring at him, but fate would have him remain blinded by the device used on him days before.

[Myitt]

"My name's Mike, too!" Corliss grins.  "But mostly it'll be Corliss, okay?  How're you feeling?"  He kneels by Mike again, glancing briefly up at Mar...suspicious of how close he is to his sister. 

Myitt pats her uninjured hand on the bar.  "Water, please," she mumbles into the counter.  The bartender sets down a glass and she grabs it, pushing aside the tupperware pool of sludgy liquid.

[applix]

Mike looked up and tried to smile at the black blur hovering over him. "Okay, Corliss. That sounds like a weird name, are you human?" He said softly, reaching up without even thinking in order to try and probe his face. But Mike was moving slow enough a simple adjustment would have allowed Michael to let the hand slip past him. His eyes swam, not focusing on anything but he seemed to be getting better. Now that he at least had a name to go on he could feel a calm running through him, momentarily forgetting the apparition in the night.

[Alic]

<God, Myitt. You call ME a drunk, but I'm not the one passing out at the bar.> Alic snorts and crosses her arms, watching the new pair that entered the bar. Too many.. People make her uneasy and irritated.
<I should have stayed in the back p the bar, drinking the rest of my miserable life away.>
She turns towards the bartender and morphs back into the human she knows so well, then knocks on the bar. "Jager is so much better when you have a mouth. Bring it this way."
Alic takes a seat next to Myitt hoping things stay calm while she's mostly defenseless.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*backs down from his offensive posture as is Myitt's whim.  This was her fight and she would choose how it played.*  <Very well, I shall accede to Myitt's wishes.  If you wish to drink, then so be it.  I cannot abide by a supporter of the Empire, if that is indeed a part of your truth, for all that I fight them at every turn and will continue to do so with all of my volition.  If Myitt wishes a truce, than so shall it be.  Just remember that all of us are Myitt's friends, and we will let no harm come to her if we can help it.>

*he grows concerned as Myitt loses consciousness, but his silver-blade senses do not detect anything nefarious, so he lets her be, still watching Mar very carefully.  His free arm twitches as he sees Mar begin to pet the back of Tara's head, but the stranger stops as soon as he started, so Ossanlin takes no action.  He nods to Applix and smiles with his eyes, glad to see his friend relaxing even with the tension in the bar.*  <Very impressive Applix...that beast was fearsome.  Thanks for the back-up, I appreciate it.>

*watches Alic morph back to human, a bit sad to see her andalite form vanish again, but before he can ruminate, the door swings open and a guerney followed by a young human man with lank black hair enter.  The being on the stretcher looked human as well.  He almost does a double-take as he recognizes the young man.*  <Corliss!  It just keeps coming.  Hah.  Yeah, it's sort of a reunion I s'pose.>  *he looks again at the youth on the stretcher and reaches out with his heightened senses.  His blood was running slow and thick, it seemed his temperature was running high, and he wasn't sweating.  It was easy enough to tell that the youth was dehydrated.  While keeping an eye on Myitt and Mar, Ossanlin steps up to the guerney and lays his many-fingered hands on him gently, almost too light to detect.  He attemtps to fuse some outside energy into the youth's body to quicken his convalescence, experiencing only limited success in his regular form, in fact his effort is very minimal...it was possible his attempt hadn't helped at all, there was really no way to tell.*  <Good, you gave him some water.  He needs more...if he can't hold it in his stomach we'll have to find an IV kit somewhere...he needs more fluids.>


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Seran:

*he raises his awareness again of his host's body, fighting back the raging cries of pain and suffering emanating from his host's thoughts.  Good, the body was healing quickly, soon he could afford to limp his way out of this little-used storage closet and sneak his way back to his ship where he could restrain his host in the healing chamber and take a dip in his kandrona pool.  Good-Moons that would feel good.  Just a little bit more, then he would make a break for space in his fighter and call in his Mal VI Blade Ship...that Yeerk and her pestilent lackies wanted a fight, she would have one, and one way or another he would have Myitt's head before the Council, alive or dead.*

[Myitt]

Myitt sips feebly at the glass of water in front of her.  "I need to sleep like a million hours, and stop drinking," Tara says irritably, breaking through.  She turns painfully around in the seat.  "Corliss."  Myitt again.   "When I said I'd call you back that didn't mean come and get me."

"Yeah, I know, but you didn't invite me to the party," says Corliss, hands on his hips.  "'ey, you look like you got the snot beat out of yer."

"Seran.  His ship actually isn't gone," Myitt says, suddenly worried.  "I can't confirm whether he's dead or alive.  But it's the usual crap.  'I'll get you and your little dog, too' sorta stuff." 

"Uh huh," Corliss says, patronizing.  "And you're still here?  God, you're daft."

"It doesn't hurt that badly."

<Look who's talking, jerkface!>

Corliss grins at Ossanlin.  "Good to see ya, glad you're as silver as ever then?  I don't have an IV kit, I was hoping someone in here had access in their ship."  He pauses and looks down at the boy.  "Yeah kid, I'm mostly human."  His host Mike is speaking freely, tapping the side of his head.  "But Corliss is a bit of something else, eh?  An alien, like, called a Yeerk.  I guess you probably know about them if you're staggering around this godforsaken place.  He won't hurt you."

Myitt giggles at Alic, swaying in her chair.  "I'll never understand this Jager thing," she says emphatically.  "Bloody licorice, worst thing the humans ever came up with.  Anyway I'm not drunk, Tara just hasn't slept for a couple of days.  S'my fault."

<Yeah, the nonstop drinking probably hasn't helped either,> Tara gripes to herself.

[applix]

Applix nodded to Ossanlin and smiled without lips, <Of course. Sometimes it happens without me even having to try anymore.> He snorted and looked over to Alic in time to see her changing. It was strange how many people had been given the power to morph these days, but he supposed weapons like those always fell into hands of people like the ones that could be found here. His tail flickered as he watched the andalite bend down over Mike, his hand both consoling him and attempting to recharge him or something or other.

***

The youth seemed to drown in all of the sounds and lights around him, his vision blurred and his mind turned to mush. His gentle blue eyes looked up towards the other being that had walked over to him, immediately knowing what it was. He felt the touch at his cheek and looked between the two, suddenly feeling an illness overtake him. While Ossanlin's touch was actually helping, for some reason he couldn't help but feel suddenly sick. The youth wanted to dry heave but the andalite's touch calmed him. Blue eyes seemed to turn to confusion as he spoke softly, "Yeerk?"

Although his voice was weak there was no reason anyone should hear him and believe the boy knew nothing of the slug-like race. But instead he kept looking between Ossanlin and Corliss and it became obvious that he was entirely confused by the situation around him. One might guess he was still hallucinating, and paranoia from dehydration began to set in. His forehead felt hot and his feet twitched, his blue eyes looked sharply to where the andalite's forehead, wondering if it were possible to see through skull and see Yeerk.

Just then the wave of coldness washed over him and he remembered the apparition that had come to him and freed his bonds (I thought I did that!) and had told him something. The outline was now pushed on top of both of the men standing over him and Mike nearly let out a scream if he had had the voice to do it with. Instead his mouth lay agape and his eyes went wide. The shadow encompassed all three of them (in his mind) and he could hear the voice again and again.

"Too sick.... " He said before closing his eyes, "I promised.... just ...me..... time..." He said in heavy breaths.

[Alic]

Alic finishes her drink and sets her glass down, then turns to Myitt and smiles. "You're missing out, you know. And I think you have been drunk, I've only been watching everyone for days." Her eyes get wide and she slaps one hand on the bar. Half joking with a suggestion. "We need AA. We could go together, it would be fun. Not that its something our friendly bartender would provide us." Alic sticks her tongue out at the BT.

She had been overly cheerful after the Jager, trying to not get involved in anything else going on. Alic stands up and bites her lip, looking worried now. "Ill be back soon. If you need me, you should be able to find me."
She glares at Mar and doesn't take her eyes off him, even as she morphed back into herself. She had always felt so powerful, but now being around other andalites after so long, she was much smaller and it made her uneasy.
Alic walks towards the door, as soon as she was through she started to run, her head spinning.

[Myitt]

Corliss glances worriedly at Ossanlin.  "He needs a proper medic, I can't do much else for 'im."  He looks down at Mike.  "Can you remember who did this to you, mate?"

Myitt giggles again at the idea of AA.  "D'you think they'd accept creatures like us?" she laughs as Alic departs.  "See you around, pal." 

She blinks at Mar.  "So, you still want me dead, mister Mar?  I think you're thoroughly confused."

[applix]

Mike's mind seemed to calm after a moment or two, effectively forgetting about the yeerk and andalite staring over at him as he closed his eyes. He tried to forget what had been said to him last night, to forget what he had said.

"Yeerk," He hissed and then opened his eyes, seeing only fog. "And then Skirt Na." His voice seemed to be improving, his body still mostly immobile as he rested on the gurney. He could feel himself slowly recovering but his head still rolled this way and that. "Collar," He said as he suddenly remembered the device, fear shooting through his body. "Please get it off." He said, reaching a hand towards his neck but keeping away from it not touching it.

"Be careful." He said quietly, trying to focus on the yeerk and andalite. He knew he was not restrained, and so something was either messing with his head or his entire universe had been flipped upside down. Either way the andalite's touch had calmed him and he began to worry more about the collar than the people around him. His blindness was allowing him to panic, but soon that would go away as the shadow had promised.