BORDERLANDS AU 1

[agoodname]

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Cabin Fever?

[agoodname]

[the next few visits aren’t Oswald, but rather others in the Gentoos. Ivy, Bridget and Butch—all bearing small little gifts like sweets (Ivy,) plans for his new arm (Bridget) and books (Butch,) the first and the last with Oswald’s compliments. But it seems he hasn’t had time to visit himself. As it is, at the moment, Butch is sitting in a chair next to Edward’s bed] “So, you’re not goin’ too stir-crazy in here, right?”

[enigmaster]

[Edward looks over, from where he's been working with his ECHO device. Nothing important, even, just using the touch screen to practice his writing. Even if he'll get a new arm eventually, with how little he has to do around here, he might as well work on his left hand's dexterity. ...So he maybe feels a little Seen right now.] What? No, nooooo. Not at all. [As he's... just writing the same things over and over in that device. ...] Maybe just a little.

[agoodname]

[Butch looks amused at that, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile] I'll talk to Lee, see what she thinks about takin' you out for a drive or something. We might have to disguise you because you're kinda supposed to be dead, but that shouldn't be too hard.

[enigmaster]

Put an eyepatch on me and I'm pretty sure most of the bandits will think I'm a completely different person. [Hey, it'd be a look, compared to the current bandages.] ...That'd be nice, though.

[agoodname]

An eyepatch would look pretty neat. [his mouth quirks up into a smile] Maybe a sunhat or something.

[enigmaster]

So what's the look I'd be going for here? Pirate gardener?

[agoodname]

[alsdkhfs Butch barks out a laugh at that] Absolutely. No one would ever recognize you! [he grins] They're looking for a techie, not a pirate gardener. Their eyes will pass right over you.

[enigmaster]

Sounds-- [And Edward hisses quietly a moment, wincing slightly. Hm?] Sounds foolproof.

[agoodname]

[Butch blinks at that, moving to stand and move closer] Do y'need to shift? I can help if y'do.

[enigmaster]

Ah, no... No, I'm alright. It's just my arm hurts a little, that's all.

[Maybe he's been using that ECHO pad too much?]

[agoodname]

[....huh?] Did you tell Dr. Thompkins?

[enigmaster]

Ah, yeah, but it's um... [Edward grimaces a bit.] It's my other arm... you know? [So there's the problem. It's not real pain.]

[agoodname]

[Ah. That explains that] Phantom pains, then.

[enigmaster]

Yeah. Not much to be done about that, except more painkillers, and I'd rather, uh... not. [He's had enough of those.]

[agoodname]

That understandable. I try not to take those when I don't have to myself.

[enigmaster]

I think I've had enough to last a lifetime.

[agoodname]

Yeah, well, we'll get you out for a bit and that'll give you something to focus on other than all that, at least. Any requests?

[enigmaster]

Honestly, just being somewhere other than this room for a bit sounds great... [that's all he wants]

[agoodname]

"We can definitely make that happen. Wouldn't want you goin' stir crazy in here."

[enigmaster]

Too late for that, I think.

[agoodname]

[Butch barks out a laugh] "Well, you're still better off on the sanity level than most of the people out there, so I'd call that a win. But I'll definitely figure out a thing with Lee and Oswald to get you out of here for at least a bit."

[enigmaster]

Ah... thanks. [He hesitates a moment.] How're things going, anyway, back at the Citadel?

[agoodname]

[at that, Butch huffs out a breath, sitting back a bit] "Pretty busy. We've got the rebuilding, the reorganization--then outside of that, regaining the ground we've lost. Oswald still wants Meroni's head on a platter, so there's that to deal with. Everyone's working on at least two different things--at least in the Gentoos."

[enigmaster]

Sounds... hectic.

[...He kind of wishes he could help.]

No further trouble with Hyperion, at least...?

[agoodname]

"They seem to have calmed down now that they think you're dead. I mean, we did have to take out a couple Icicles who we found were informants, but they were easy enough to suss out and get rid of."