40 Ghosts [text/action; locked to roommates] backdated to Dec. 20

[schrodingersghost]

[Danny sits on his bed tightly holding a cloth to his shoulder and trying to clean the salt out of his shoulder.  He'd made it back to his room. Eventually.  Who knew getting shot with salt would hurt this much?  He just lies there for a moment, breathing harshly and clutching his shoulder, before he forces himself to reach for his communicator. 

This sucked.  He just knew anyone he asked for help would freak out.  But of course he just had to get shot in a spot he couldn't bandage on his own.]

[text]

Jazz?  Don?  Are you home right now?

[/text]

Comments

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

I'm here. ... should I get your first aid kit?

[Not 'the'; 'your'.]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

How did you guess?

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

Text and asking for me or Jazz. Also, it's about that time again.

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Great, now I'm predictable.

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

To a genius, anyways. And only sometimes.

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

That's something, I guess.

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

It's something. ... See you in a minute.

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Yeah, see you. Bring clean water.

--->Commmentlog?

[techoutmystaff.livejournal.com]

Already one step ahead of you.

[And Don knocks at the door a minute later, first aid kit under his arm and holding the water bucket with the same arm to leave one free.]

Danny?

[twin-sai-kame.livejournal.com]

Danny, you alright?

[Pause after seeing Donny going to help you]

Does he need any help?

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I'm fine.

[twin-sai-kame.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Nothing I want to talk about over the communicators.

[twin-sai-kame.livejournal.com]

Fine, we can talk off them then...when Don's done with you.

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

If you insist on it.

[SO LATE...also VOICE]

[jazz-enpsyche.livejournal.com]

Danny? ...what did you do?

[Flat tone since...well she has a pretty good idea what's going on.]

Re: [SO LATE...also VOICE]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Hey! Why is it always something I did. I haven't even said anything about what happened yet.

[commentlog?]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[Privacy? What privacy? Sam's just gonna knock on your door sometime after seeing Don leave with the medkit.]

Hey, Danny?

Re: [commentlog?]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

[Danny hastily adjusts his shirt, making sure the new bandage is covered, before he goes to open the door.]

Yeah?

[commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[This face, Danny? Not impressed.]

What happened?

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Just a little run-in with a ghost-hunter. No big deal.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

Iiii'm kind of having trouble believing that. What did he do?

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

The same thing they all do.

...I was just a little slow at dodging, that's all.

Re: [commentlog]

[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

I don't know what "they all" do. Obviously you're not in a thermos.

[She's attempting to dodge into his room to get a better look at him.]

Re: [commentlog]

[invisibill.livejournal.com]

I don't think this one is the thermos type.

[And Danny is backing up and trying to keep his right shoulder out of view.]