2020-08-25 - If That Thing Goes BEEP Again We Mutiny.

So Gigi is in the ICU, at least for a few more days while she's receiving high doses of electrolyte replacement. They did a psych consult on her when she explained where she'd been, but later recant the story after she'd gotten enough fluids to reasonably convince them it had been the dehydration talking.

In that week, she's started going insane.

The food is terrible. The television is boring.. and there's only so much youtube one person can reasonably watch without going completely batshit crazy. Kai was with her most of the time and that helped, but she can't live in the room no matter how bad she might have wanted to.

So now there's a Gigi, staring up at the ceiling, cardiac monitors, potassium drip, lactated Ringers, and her hundredth banana bag all running into a central line on her neck. Drumming her hands on the table waiting for lunch, which will be terrible, and listening to music on her headphones. "You can play the Ukulele too, it is painfully simple... Play your Ukulele badly, play your Ukulele loudly..."

Grant heard from Sparrow and shows in his usual recognizable attire. Has Grant been lost day tripping in the Firefly? Oh fuck yes. He grew up in it enough that it's shocking his father's not had a heart attack by 50. There's a grin, quiet, as knuckles rap on the door with his free hand, bag in the other. Impish, as always, the presently-galaxy hued Grant Baxter arrives hunting his homie in the hospital. His style's not changed from the same skate-couture that summer brings out. loose shorts, untucked t-shit and hoodie unzipped.

He takes all the lines in running to her neck instead of her arm in with an arched eyebrow, "You're like our own budget Walt Disney in the making." Hand signs along with expressing his emphasis on this, the bag gets set down, he offers a hand out to her in greeting watching her to see where 'not okay' is presently at.

Gigi does not hear the knocking, but she notes movement out of the corner of her eye, half way into singing the song in her earbuds very badly when Grant Baxter appears ont he scene like Vanilla Ice. "BAX!" Huge grin, possibly loud because she can't hear shit and doesn't realize how high those decibles are! The cord running up to her ears is given a sharp jerk and the phone combination wrapped so she can toss it over on the table where she can get to it later.

"Dude..I'm so glad you're here. Please tell me there's hamburgers in that..." Pointing at the bag, eyes lighting up with hope, desire, even pure lust for a greasy meat patty with extra cheese. She looks... she looks bad. Thin. Really thin, like 50lbs too small thin, but less dehydrated now. Not as sunken and skeletal and death looking. "And fries?"

Grant takes the moment to grandstand with a grin when is name is announced; to Giada, to the German judge, and then to the bleachers. What uuuuuuup! :glances tot eh door and back smugly, "3 in and out burgers. One's mine, and yes fries aaaaaand a bag of sour gummi worms beeeecause they are excellent. Don't... tell on me." The bag is set down and he leans over to smooch her hairline. "Aaaaand I brought you somethings, plural, cause someone whose name rhymes with 'Tarot' told me you and Kai are getting hitched. That's so bad ass." She's a tangle of wires and as he's not? yeah he's unloading all life's little calories onto the tray for her sliding it around.

Dragging a chair over with his foot he admits, "And I missed you. I'm glad you're back... I, uh, I heard some bad shit went down." He lets that sit quietly with a nod. He doesn't press on it glancing to the door and back to her offering, more sincere, "Sparrow caught me up a bit. I won't make you talk about it if you don't want buuuut you need someone in your corner I got a bat and some freetime. Just, like, lemme know." A small smile creeps in as he hands her the fries: most important to eat first, "Soooo this Kai's idea or yours or did you just decide?"

"You're my god damned savior, Bax..." Gigi has googoo eyes right now, legit. Staring at that greasy bag and the prize inside like it's a million dollars and not a future heart attack. "Why on earth would I /tell/ on you." Glancing around conspiratorially, "But to be on the safe side, I'd slide one of those chairs up against the door... these nurses are in here frequently checking my drips. Bitch can't get any sleep for all their shuffling around ''quietly''.." Quote, unquote.

The mention of Kai has her grinning, nodding a few times, and tucking curly hair behind her ears. Careful about the wires, less they get unwelcomed guests if she displaces a wire. "Yeah.. not sure when, or... like you know maybe she said yes because I'd just returned from the fucking dead, but..." Which brings them to almost dying... as is universally the case in Grey Harbor.

The grin slides off her face, head canting to the side, "They almost put me in the psych ward when I told people here.. which was a rookie mistake, I know that now. The woods got me, Bax.. and they still have Ember. That shit cannot stand. Not on my watch." The gorey details are left floating in limbo. Sparrow knows enough to have filled Grant in.

Grant preens like a budgie all happy with himself for doing good. "Weeeeell I get a stern look of disapproval for 'junkfood slumming it' these days. Long story. " There's a nod to go with it. He looks back to the door and back to her curious at first and says "I got the nurse situation handled." He might be just the right person to sell sunshine to to the burn ward too it necessary. There is a look of sympathy having spent too much time around psyche care growing up, "Hey, hospitals are where people get better" though he uses the sign for 'healthy' here, "not where they go to get rest. It's ass backwards but in part, turns out, why they also discharge people early cause rest and not strangling anyone with a bed sheet is a thing." There is a sage nod for wise words shared.

He listens, about Kai, and about Ember and his eyebrows do a stage play of concern and support and unhappiness. "Kai's got to be worried shitless. But, how about we get you out of here and get like a base of operations and see about helping Ember out. She's like one of us. We can't just leave her there, but... let's not backslide for having no plan Greggo always says a good rescue mission has a cool plan." The small smile warms with a bite of his own burger. He signs the rest 'I'm so in tho if we go. But when you ok.'

"I heard.." Gigi says to Grant's new eating habits with a mischievous grin, "A chef, eh?" Perking one dingy brown eyebrow that is in desperate need of lawncare work. Curly haired girls got hair issues, okay?! Grousing, just a little, when she looks at the door. It will not stop her reaching for the bag and yanking out one of the burgers and sleeve of fries though. After tearing at the paper she takes the first, massive, bite of the junky, greasy, deliciousness with so much delight it's borderline orgasmic. "Fuck..." Mouth full, chewing like a savage. "Short of getting engaged..." She says this wiggling the burger, ".. this is the best thing that's happened since I got home."

Just look at her?! She's skin and bones.

Kai. Gee frowns a little and nods, "I ... yeah.. man that was fucking stupid. Going out there by myself like that, I mean. I knew better, but I banked on... I mean we grew up in those fucking woods, dude." Another bite, savouring it a little more... not much, mind.. but a little. She don't say anything else until she's swallowed a clutch of fries. Breathing heavy like a kid living in their parents basement looking at 90s internet porn waiting for the nips to load, "Mm... I'm with you. No half cocked nonsense this time.. I /did/ scare Kai, almost to death. I wont do that again. Never again." Shaking her head, "When we do this, and I'm definitely doing this, it'll be with a plan. Both well thought out and extremely cool in design. With explosions if I can manage it."

"I-" nope. Words done and he's grinning a bit like an idiot eating his burger, considers the assessment and nods to confirm. "He's an artist and is kidna pro with my brain being all... off center." which also has the sign for 'falling' attached to the statement. Makes me think about now but next too, ya know? Like... it's good. really really good right now and it's really different but like a good different. Like I got a focus for once and we're making good things happen. It's hard to explain but, like, I'm happy."

Ember missing? What happened to Gi though? That's not escaped him. "yeah. We grew up in the wood but I'd think they'd treat you better for it. We helped fix an upside down turtle and everything. I'd expect better manners but...that's..maybe we shouldn't go alone., but... maybe it's also showing us together we are stronger, something-something-afterschool special. First, though you get better and stop worrying Kai. Then? We'll Goonies this shit." The request of explosions warms a grin, fingers nervously fretting the edge of his burger wrapper stop. "I have some left over from the Fourth of July. Oh, and we should also make sure we get some of those IV baggie things in case Ember's all raisin'd up too."

Listening to Grant speak about Vyv, well it would be hard for Gigi to smile more. "We've been through a lot haven't we? You ever think we'd be the settling down types?" Rubbing the back of her neck, theres stiff intake of breath followed by a deep, gutteral belch and a drawn out sigh that clearly looks like something delighted, "God..." Settling back, slowly picking at fries instead of the mad dash to shove as much burger in her mouth as she can. The nurses can't take it from her now!! "I'm glad for you, Bax.. When Sparrow told me, man.." Still grinning, still shaking her head.

"Yeah. No worrying Kai. I'm still holding my breath waiting for her to change her mind or something.." Glass needs a refill kind of gal, always has been. She's smiling though, at least until Ember's mentioned again. Gi nods a few times, "We dated, Ember and me.. back in high school, right before they went up to the asylum.." Rubbing at the top of her right ear with the tips of her fingers. "''dated'', heh.. anyways, I don't think they're coming back.. I just wont leave them in that place. Fuck that." Still though, "We can take some saline with us just in case though.. I mean, it's a good hangover cure, right?"

God, she missed Fourth of July. "Huh.. man. Explosions are the tits. Explosions and ... anyways, I got to get better first. I look like one of the Olsen twins over here."

Grant looks down still smiling like an idiot. There's a pause and his eyebrow arches signing Sparrow's sign. A slow nod. "Thaaat explains. Yeah. I didn't think we would either, Gi. Like I told Vyv, ya know, it's about right now or a lot of them strung together. Whatever. Right now's good. It's all we can focus on. I think Kai brings out the best part of you that's there. I'd totally paint you different off usual. Not a bad thing." His ears turn red when she brings it around. "Now I wonder what she told you."

Talking Ember again? His jaw squeezes and lets go with a sight, eyes falling to the remnants of his fries, "Yeah I almost went there. When I was 10. If we can bring them back? I mean we should. They are a friend. But yes, explosions are the tits and unlike actual tits best when not looked at. And hey! be nice to you. You'll be up to Elizabeth state before you know it. Just... gotta make sure they fix all teh parts to run right. Soooo you losing your mind in here yet?" He looks around curious and failing to find anyhting 'thrilling'. "Need me to make with a Netflix hookup?"

"I think she does too." Gi agrees with that assessment of her with Kai, half grinning, lacing her fingers behind her head until one of the machines alarms because she's kinked up an IV line, "Okay, Okay you bastard, I hear you!" Straightening her arm, "There, is that what you want from me, you mechanical whore?!" Glaring at the pump... then side glancing at Grant with a sigh, motioning to the object of her frustration. "Just that you had found someone and that you were.. you know... happy, that you both ''worked'' and I... man, I'm just glad. I wish I'd been here to be ... anyways, I'll make up for it."

She doesn't mention Ember again. It clearly hurts her to think about, for a variety of reasons, "uhh yeah? My phone was all fucked up when I came stumbling out of the woods. Battery had erroded from all the rain and shit. I was going to ask Kai for a password, but how does that even look? She'd think I was only in it for her Netflix and all I want is to chill." Bouncing her brows jokingly, a little Gigi slipping back into her green eyes. "Honestly, I'm just ready to fucking leave. So if you iknow someone with magic who could hook a bitch up with a healing potion." Snap points, both hands, "I'm in the market."

Grant sliiiides that chair over turning with a grin watching her epicly dress down Beepy McSheen the monitor system there. He sets the now empty bag aside and pulls out hos phone drawing a doodle on it with a finger to unlock it. Now for the hunt. Murmuring out lout he wonders, "What pics can I show you.... here we go. So recently he springs on me like 'hey, Bax, 10 am tomorrow in Pasadena they're doing a sidewalk art festival. we should leave RTFN and fly down there to go see it. You need to'" He shows her the 'safe' pics in his phone, or at least the ones that shouldn't require consent before sharing. The pics are mostly them just enjoying the afternoon relaxed, having a good time, really interesting instillations. Sparrow did not sell it short. Even for 'walking around in the sun' the man in question is ridiculously well tailored. "He convinced me to run an event here and we'll do it in a couple weeks. You and Kai should make something together. "

That part of his album is 'public safe' anyways. The rest? Well, at your peril, world. Then, you know, while she's looking at that he fingerguns back and says "Uhhh..." The rest is signed because he doesn't actually trust hospitals 'I can try. I'm bad. Mr, Miyagi- me! I try!' This requires more than a measure of focus which is usually his weak point, but no less does he stand up and smack his hands together rubbing them quickly to warm them up. He does take one of her hands though and tries to locate the things that feel 'faded trying to imagine health in this case like one imagines colour being restored to a painting by carefully breaking down 'crud'.

Gigi understands full well the perils of deep sea diving in peoples phone albums, so she's super careful about how far she swipes. Nevermind that she's not trying to see a wad of Grant's special bits, she just doesn't want to break the ''bro code'' by oogling the new boi. "Jeez, she really didn't sell you guys short did she?" The more happiness she sees, the happier she looks in response. Grinning from ear to ear as he stands to do some Mr Miyagi cosplay, "So culturally insensitive." There is exactly zero amounts of concern in her voice, mind.

The phone is clutched in her hand, fingers curled around the smooth device as Grant preforms his magical Kung-fu healing. And she ... really doesn't feel much different, but rome wasn't built in a day! Maybe it's a matter of spirit, her spirit is healed! No.. "Wait, hold on..." Patting herself, phone left beside her leg on the bed. "No, I think... I think I have to pee... which doesn't sound like a big deal to /you/, but I haven't peed anything that wasn't brown sludge in six months!" Keeping in mind she has a catheter in.. "I hate hospitals, Bax..." She has a catheter in.

Grant snorts, "It's not culturally insensitive to take what he taught us and attribute the skills to the source. Besides proper meditation and care is what the Ishin-ryu style supports of which the real Miyagi was a master of, so ha." He pauses and focuses for a bit before signing with admittance, 'I will never be that cool. I know'

He waits, aaaand waits, and his shoulders slump waiting more. With a murmur he admits, "I thought that'd be a lot more...isual or... something. Looking up at Giada and his phone he just shakes his head with a smile that fades to honest empathy, "I hate them too. We're getting out of here. hey, when you're tagged and released we'll have a homecoming party for you. I'll let Sparrow know."

"I ... am kind of impressed by how deep dork you just went, Bax, not gonna lie..." Gigi says in her teasing tone, grinning like a cat who happens to be filling up the bag attached to the side of her bed. We don't have to acknowledge it too much, except to say there's pee in it, which there was not before. So his healing magic is straight up Kung Fu style.

"Can we get me out of here /now/?" She knows the answer is no... and despite her pleas she probably wouldn't go anyways. The important thing is getting better, right? That's what she's telling herself. "I do want a party... You know I haven't had anything since FEBRUARY?" Wide eyes, pointing at them incase he can't see them... with both hands.

"Kai was very specific about no pot on the way over to the hospital."

Grant blushes with modest pride. "Well thank you." He looks her over with a curious assessment. "I think we should consult a second party. Maybe the actual doctor. And Kai is mean, but, if they okay sneaking you a brownie I'll hook you up withthe good shit and have my boo make it awesome. That satisfy?" It's fair as he can do.

"That satisfies." Gigi says with a grin, reaching out a fist for bumping. "Kai... yeah, she's got that stare man. Shit is hot. She made my step dad shit himself when she met him the first time, it was fucking incredible... my man has literally threw an ashtray at my head and tiny little Kai stares him into a corner." Fists in the air, grinning all the more like an idiot. "My girlfriend is a monster amongst men." Settling back, groaning a little trying to find a comfortable position in this very uncomfortable bed. "I guess it doesn't matter when I get out, so long as I do, right? Glass is half full and shit. I have a wicked fucking bachelorette party to attend." Brownies too. Preferably /before/ the party.. "My man."