Amalthea + Takshaka

[soulping]

You have been instructed to leave the front foyer and enter one of the rooms down the center hallway. Room 136's door has an anatomical illustration of a goat crushing a snake under its hoof. A cat looks on, curious.

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[swordedpast]

[In that case, with a quick nod to Wren, Swan's going to calmly start to put the tube back in--his hands don't shake, and he pays close attention to where it's going.]

[menially]

[It makes it to the back of Technic's mouth and only slightly down his throat before encountering resistance. Forcing will only cause the blond to flail a bit.

His lips are already going an ashen shade of blue, heroes. ):]

[swordedpast]

[Pulls it back out.]

Belt!

[goodbyenurse]

[Staggering over.]

[OKAY DEEP BREATH. HAND ON HER FACE.]

Swan. I do not have it in me to cut right now. Not properly.

[Tracing a line over his neck, slowly and deliberately.] An incision there, please.

[swordedpast]

All right.

[And he's just going to follow her directions and use the thankfully sterilized fan to cut.]

[goodbyenurse]

[just going to talk you through a base 'cut and shove tube into throat,' if it can be done with a penknife and a drinking straw its first aid ijs.]

[She's dizzy as fuck though and steadying herself against a bed.]

[swordedpast]

[And he'll follow directions with surprisingly minimal grimacing and no freaking out at all!]

[menially]

[The incision alone gets a garbled, frantic intake of breath through his... neck...

First aid time.

The pipe is now in. Technic's lips are still blue and he's only slightly conscious, but he's breathing and not flailing.]

[goodbyenurse]

[THUMBS UP.]

[And now I rest. Sorry man you're on your own from here.]