Log:Lost Carnival

Lost Carnival

OOC Date: November 1, 2016
Location: Lost Circus
Participants: Naelyn, Sion, Jehni'va Cihn, Tarion Tavers, Mara Jade, Luka Krante

Naelyn, is not the most modest of individuals to start with, that's for damn sure, but in this situation...he probably does not give a eff because 1, his head hurts and 2, he probably has a concussion so he drifts in an out of consciousness. That being said, the Circus had a sign out front that simply read 'No Shows Tonight, enjoy vendors and food, limited time only' and no explaination. The 'ringmaster' of this facility is still in the prism, on the ground, in front of the stage, but people have stayed in the camp after the Storm Trooper showed up earlier and the sounds of conflict were heard, so they do crowd outside the prism with some concern, a few hold some articles of clothing, or a pillow, some sheets and a towel but only one or two have been brave enough venture into the 'big top' to check the 'sleeping' Sephi-Hybrid's pulse. His ear his bleeding, alot, they are pointed and probably super sensitive so ow, and he has a bit of a knot forming on the side of his head, braid messed up. His tunic is still oversized and grey and stylish and his shorts are still super short exposing all that leg and he's curled up on his side...knocked out cold.

Normally, Sion Corvara wouldn't be here. But last night's show had a few problems, partially thanks to herself, so she'd wanted to drop by to apologize. After she found another pair of pants, of course. So she's coming inside now, frowning at the signs of oddness inside. Especially Naelyn, gymnast and showman, who seems to be sleeping in front of the stage. Except most people don't bleed from the ears when they sleep. "Oh, frell..." the Socorran mutters, hurrying towards the stage.

Running! Jehn has done a lot of it today, and she's still doing it! From the clinic she ran to the Lost Circus, and from there she dashed into the Prism - because no one sends cryptic shit in messages unless shit is going down. And from the looks of the crowd bubbling around the Prism, shit did indeed go down. "Move!" Jehn growls, uncharacteristically, shoving her way past those clogging the entrance. The pilot bursts through shortly after Sion, and breathes a sigh of relief at seeing the familiar face... one that dies in her throat when she sees Naelyn. "/Naelyn!/" It's a sad, strangled sound as she hurries forward with the other woman. "Do you know what happened?" She demands, still... Trying to piece together everything from what she's been told. "Nae?" Face tap, face tap. "Mother... You..." Looking up at Sion again. "You wouldn't happen to be a doctor?"

"Did someone call for a doctor?!" And in rushes a doctor, with an arm that hangs limply at his side. It's Tarion, who rushes to Naelyn's side, pulling out... well, he actually has a fanny-medpack on. "Get back, I'm trained in- I studied- Well, I know basic biology, okay?" Yeah, this is not a good situation, Nae. Sorry. "Whatever, I have some bacta. Which I was going to sell on the black market, but Nae pays me more than it's worth." As his hand that actually moves fumbles out one of the patches, he squints at the directions on the back, muttering to himself, "Remove adhesive layer..."

"Who needs a Doctor?" A barely dressed woman still in some kind of half-remains of a costume from the night before said with a hand on her forehead. By her state and condition, it looked like Mara had probably been passed out since the party somewhere in the circus. She sure as hell didn't look like a doctor, more like a barely dressed catgirl. Then Tarion is there to the rescue and Mara offers dryly, "Well, I'll be your nurse. What can I do?"

"Doctor? Not really... I have some medical training, but it's not that extensive," Sion replies, blinking in surprise as Jehn speaks to her. "But I think I have my medpacs with me..." She cuts herself off as someone else comes in, and another someone else makes herself known, likely from the floor someplace. "I can help, if you're a doctor..." Beat. "You're not a doctor, either. If he's bleeding from the ear, maybe we'd better call one."

This... Isn't what Jehn meant. Still, she isn't going to diss the help when she so badly needs it. "Um... Help?" She pleads, lamely, gesturing to Naelyn and looking between the designated "medical professionals" as Mara and Tarion come oozing out of the woodwork. "Crap we..." Something in the back of her mind reminds her that maybe they /shouldn't/ take him to the clinic they just evacuated their /other/ boss from. "Do..." Paralyzed by her own inaction, she looks to Tarion, who she shouldn't be asking for advice at /all/ but he has some idea of the situation. "We can't take him to the clinic, can we?" Looking towards Sion she sighs out a deep breath. "It's been a day."

"Of course we can," Tarion replies with a cheerful smile. "The clinic is a neutral place for anyone who needs help. Let's just... patch him up before we take him there." Sion gets a glance of his blue eyes, peering suspiciously at the woman. "I'll not have you questioning my pedigree! I'm Doctor Ringo Figgins, and I'm taking charge of this situation. Everything is perfectly under control." And he gives her a lopsided, smirking grin, sticking the bacta patch out towards her. "Now could you please peel the adhesive off of this?" Then he hears the offer of nursing help, glances over his shoulder to look, then turns his whole head over his shoulder to look. "Uh." Blinking, he finds his tongue. "Yes, um, please, feel free to come closer and... yes, the help. You can- well, supervise."

Mara didn't let on that she could tell Tarion may have been telling less than the truth but instead played right along, "Ah, Doctor Figgins, I've heard of you." Whizzing out from under some blankets in one of the circus stands a little droid flew up to Mara as she was removing the adhesive off the tape before she kneeled down to inspect Naelyin while the droid hovered near-by, beeping mournfully, "This is not good. My droid tells me that this man is having a brain seizure, if we don't cut his skull open immediately to reduce the swelling he is going to die!"

The injured dancer must sense a disturbance in the force that controls his hair because he blinks blearily and just murmurs softly under his breath. "Don't...touch my hair..." In that almost smokey purr, eyes drifting shut again as he takes a deep shuddery breath.

Sion frowns at the phony doctor, but fortunately, the woman with the costume has a cool trick to make sure the injuries are as bad as he's indicating. "Looks like our patient is responsive," she murmurs. "I was wondering how a translator droid could tell that someone was having a brain seizure." She begins taking a look at Naelyn's symptoms. "I'm seeing some minor electrical burns, probably a concussion if his response is any indication. I'm surprised he's not hurt worse. Someone whacked him good with a heavy blunt instrument. But it's treatable." She pulls her medpac loose from her belt and begins working.

"You're right... I'm..." Growling to herself, Jehn pushes herself up and away from the felled dancer. "Keep an eye on him!" She squeaks to Sion, and waves a finger at... Tarion. "I'm going to go get help and... A speeder or something. I don't know! She pauses, hands balling into fists at her sides... The card she had made earlier for Hex is pulled from her pocket - she slides it into Naelyn's instead, and out she goes.

"...you can treat head injuries?" News to 'Dr. Figgins.' Tarion mentally throws up his hands, literally sits back on his haunches to watch, glancing to the 'nurse.' "The hell are you going on about drilling into his skull for? Look at him. He's fragile. She's fragile. /Naelyn/ is fragile." It's still not clear just what he/she is, at least to the bounty hunter. "Look, lady," he keeps the stream going, turning towards Sion, "Just wrap him up in a turban. He's doing that all the time anyway, and I'm gonna get him to a bed or something."

At present Sion, Tarion and Mara are gathered near Naelyn who appears to be suffering from a head injury. Mara still dressed in the remnants of her costume from the party of the prior night, which some people might have thought was tonight pursed her lips at the questioning of her medical expertise and began to bandage up Naelyn's wound (if allowed) before smiling, "I was just kidding, I don't even know what my droid said." The little droid beeped off something rude in binary and disappeared away from the circus.

"What's so surprising about that, /Doctor/?" Sion asks, frowning at the mouthy quack. "I'm just getting him treated some so he'll actually recover once he's in that bed. The way everyone's talking, medical help is out of the question." She finishes ointmenting and bandaging Nae's electrical burns, and quickly steps back. "I think he'll be okay, with some rest. His words aren't slurred, so there's no indication of serious brain damage." She grins in response to Mara's words. "That makes two of us. I guess you didn't get home from the party?" she asks, casually concerned.

"I really don't know how this is fooling anyone, so I'm just gonna put this out there; I'm not a doctor. But I do work for Naelyn and what I say goes here." Tarion straightens up, looking actually a bit doctor-y as he talks about taking control of the situation. "I'm gonna take my little ceramic dancer and go. You two, I would really appreciate if you stay here, keep the peasants- the circus frea- the /sanctuary seekers/ calm. Tell them everything will be fine, Naelyn is fine, the Circus is fine, just /fine./ Whatever they ask, it's fine." The man pinches at the bridge of his nose with the hand that actually works, bending over to grab the dancer's wrists and get him into a sitting-up position. "Can you please take care of that?" he asks, glancing from Sion to Mara, still bent down.

Luka Krante comes into the Prism.. why.. who knows! but there he is. He isn't in costume, anymore than usual at least, just the old, worn spacers garb he always wears. A brow is raised at the scene that greats him and he strides towards it. "Worse circus act ever, gotta say"

Mara gives dubious glances between everyone and then Luka arrives to give her an out to taking care of anything. Allowing Sion to handle dealing with the wound, she smiled in Luka's direction, "I don't know, you should have been here when he hit his head. It was probably quite the show." Except only Naelyn knew that tale.

Naelyn takes a deep breath where he is laying, squinting again at those gathered with a slow blink as he looks from person to person with an unreadable expression and he clears his throat, licking his lips and blinking a few more times to get his bearings.

"I don't think he hit his head. Most floors don't leave electrical burns," Sion says. "But a few weapons do, like stun batons and electrowhips. My guess is the former, this time." She looks down at Naelyn as the dancer slowly begins to come around. "Hello again. Had any unwelcome guests lately? One of them whacked you over the head with something that produces electrical burns. How do you feel?"

Well, this must be a welcome sight for the traumatized dancer, coming to with Tarion bent over him and a pair of good-looking women staring at him in concern. When the bounty hunter realizes that Nae's waking up, he eases him back against the side of the stage so that he can get his bearings before he's carted off to safety. For once, he lets someone else do the talking, looking on as Sion asks him a few questions and forcing what is hopefully a sympathetic smile but is actually more of a grimace.

Luka Krante grins to Mara and shrugs, "Maybe! But now the least you could be doing is taking to the high ropes to add some flare to the action." Naelyn is stirring then and he glance over to th dancer and the group, "Should we go toss him in a Bacta tank?"

"I could, but I don't work for the Circus. I may fit in, but I don't work here." The last bit was meant as a joke before Mara looked away from Luka towards Naelyn asking, "Are you going to be okay? Who did you piss off?"

Naelyn takes a moment to look between the women and then Tarion and back at the women then watches Luka leave before looking back between the women and Tarion. "...if this was an orgy, pardon me for falling asleep...a rather tall man in white armor forgot a little too enthusiastic and I forgot to use the safe word." His voice soft and lilting, a bit more whispery than purry than usual and his accent a bit thicker. He shifts, winces, and looks between the three. "I do...hope I did not miss anything t-too exciting..."

"Well, you might've missed the aftermath of the excitement," Sion ventures. "I'm still not sure you don't need a bacta tank, but for the moment you should be okay if you rest. And that means in bed, not faking it going around doing stuff. Being active and all risks brain damage." She steps back. "I'll be close by, if you need me. I've got business to take care of near here, but I'll be back soon, with any luck." She smiles a little at Mara. "Thanks for the help. Sion Corvara owes you one, Red." She turns for the exit.

"It was a magnificent orgy, Naelyn," Tarion blithely supplies, whatever to keep the little man/woman relaxed and calm. "You were glorious, I've never seen anything like that thing you did with your hair." There's even a smirk, lop-sided as ever, for reassurance. "Ready to get out of here? Of course you are. I'm gonna carry you, if that's okay." There might be a bonus for being gentle with the boss. Glancing towards Mara, who's annoyingly still here, the amateur bounty hunter/fake doctor gives her a grateful look, running his fingers through his hair in an expression of tired relief. "Thank you so much for your help, sh...he(?)" eyes glancing suspiciously back at Nae before refocusing, "means so much to- well, all of us here at the uh. Lost Carnival. So. Thank you." Reassuring smile. Be charming. Look handsome. Appear to be a doctor. He's checking all the boxes, what a /success./ "I think we can take things from here." He blinks. "And by 'we' I mean 'me.'"

Mara had a blank expression on her face as she looked at Tarion, "Well, sounds like I missed quite the um party." Then asking him, "So uh, if the Carnival got lost, shouldn't we go find it?" Shrugging her shoulders as she looks around once more, she nods her head and starts for the door, "Anyways, poor jokes aside, I'll get out of your hair."

Naelyn's lips part as he just stares at Tarion thoughtfully, head tilting to the side curiously and he barely cringes but clears his throat a bit. "Don't tell Hex, he will...not be pleased that I slept with you. I don't ever forget but if I did..." He then turns to Mara. "Opening my eyes to your beauty, I was not sure if I was still amongst the living...you are always welcome here darling." Back to Tarion. "Did we use protection?" Very important question and he does look a bit concerned.

"Maybe we can go looking together sometime," Tarion calls after her, before Naelyn distracts him. "...what? Oh. Uh, yeah, of course we did, I don't- It doesn't matter. Are you ready to go?" The further Mara gets, the more his bedside manner deteriorates. "Now! Let's get your sleepy head down to the clinic!" That's said a little louder than necessary, for Mara's benefit, followed by a hissed "We really need to get the kriff /out of here./"

There was a faint blush upon Mara's cheeks as she spoke, "Thank you for the kind welcome, but I think your friend slash employee really wants me to get the frak out of here." Mara winked at Naelyn and waved a hand reassuringly as if it was all nothing, "You're going to be better before you even know it. Tata for now, both of you."

Naelyn's hand moves as soon as Mara Jade is out of sight to firmly grip Tarion's forearm as he blinks a few times and just stares at the man. "I will sleep here tonight. I need you to make sure that Eclipse and Eon are packed on the Epiphany and ready to transport. You may fly the Epiphany if you wish, the droid's name is Equatia and she is a diva but she is good at piloting and astronagation. You do not give Hex a full report of my injuries until he is fully healed." He squeezes a bit harder. "Promise me." It is pretty amazing how he went from groggy to focussed that fast.

When Naelyn squeezes his arm with unexpected and frankly quite painful force, Tarion glances sharply at the dancer, eyes narrowing. "Take your hand off of me, little man," he warns, the cheerful goodwill vanishing in a puff of smoke. "I've got one arm left and I'm partial to it." That being said, he rolls right in to a fairly thinly veiled lie, telling him, "If you want to stay here, you can fall asleep here, and I'll tell Hex what he needs to know." All true, how much it lines up with what Nae wants... that remains unspecified.

Naelyn eyes Tarion for a moment, lashes lowering as he sorta just shuts down and shrugs a shoulder, releasing Tarion's arm and giving a shake of his head and he slowly drifts back off to sleep.

Once Naelyn drifts off, Tarion prowls around the tent like a caged animal, checking under the stage, beneath the seats, around the props to make sure no one else is with them. Once he's satisfied, the man approaches Nae's sleeping form with grim determination, pulling the smaller man's wrists together into his hand, tromping his foot on top of the dancer's feet to give him some stability, and bending low, he hauls the sleeping dancer onto his shoulders with some difficulty, at a disadvantage with just one arm. Luckily, once he's up there, it's like carrying a sack of potatoes, and the hunter makes off for the Defiance hanger.

Fin