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.]

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Jazz?  Don?  Are you home right now?

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Comments

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[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?

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

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

Yeah?

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[This face, Danny? Not impressed.]

What happened?

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

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

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

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

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

The same thing they all do.

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

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[As he backs up, she pursues.]

What did they use?

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

It looked like a shotgun.

[He keeps backing up.]

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[She frowns.]

And it shot.. what?

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Salt?

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

Where were you hit?

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

I dodged most of it.

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

And the part that you didn't dodge? Danny.

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

My shoulder.

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

Let me see.

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

You don't really need to. I mean, Don already bandaged it and everything.

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[She has now entered worried friend mode. Expect her to hover.]

How bad is it? You should stay intangible.

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

It's really not that bad. It was just a pain getting all the salt out.

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

Go -- sit down! Do you want something to drink?

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

Danny.

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

[He holds both hands out in front of him, wincing a little as he moves his bruised shoulder.]

No, really. I'm fine.

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[ultra-recyclo.livejournal.com]

[She takes this opportunity to grab his hands, frowning in an almost motherly way. Better watch out, Maddie: Sam's stepping in on your maternal domain.]

Please? You wouldn't let me say I was fine when I was shot. Just take it easy for a little while.