What's a "shadow crystal"?

he doesn't even notice that something pulled him out of his studio and into a different world instead- but the different terrain makes him stumble- miraculously not shattering his screen as he ends up collapsing nearby.

..he sure makes a lot of commotion in the process though. hopefully someone kind can find him.*)

( @noisy-screens )

Bowie was, surprisingly, already expecting this- sort of- thanks to an earlier ask. The noise startles him into running out of his office, turning the corner to see-

-another Tenna. One badly, badly hurt.

Oh, no, oh no no-

He mumbles this as he runs up, wishing he could carry Tenna to a safer spot, but... he's- not exactly the strongest, is he? So instead, he strategizes, waving over a nearby Swatchling and talking to them in a low voice.

Keep Queen away, please, and if you know any of you who have mechanics expertise, could you gather them over here?

His urgency seems to startle them, but they nod and run off. In the meantime, he tries to heave Tenna off the ground, a new determination in his actions.

(*everything hurts, and his vision is low. but there's another voice speaking nearby. he doesn't dare to hope, but it sounds a little familiar, though he struggles to make out what they're saying.

there's hands grabbing him, and he flinches on instinct, letting out a tiny static cry of fear as he tries to protect himself.

but.. the touch is gentle. they aren't trying to hurt him. do they.. want to help?

when's the last time anyone wanted something to do with him that was for anything good? he doesn't know.*)

..hur&7ts..

It's okay. I've got this- I'm Bowie. I know a lot about mechanics and I can- I can help, as much as I can, I promise.

After probably too much effort, he gets Tenna leaned against the wall. He doesn't see any Swatchlings coming back, yet, so he sighs as his shoulders slump.

You're in Queen's castle. She won't know you're here if you don't want her to. I don't have my toolbox right next to me, so if you're alright with it, I'll step away to go grab it. If you want me to wait, I can.

He's on autopilot and he's hoping it's working. As he speaks, he makes sure his voice is as calm as he can make it.

(*notably, this tenna has fur, not unlike another tenna bowie's met. but this tenna's condition.. while there's a lot of recent injuries, he's unkempt in a way that the other tenna never was.

and if you were to examine his body for injuries- or perhaps it was visible through tears in cloth made by claws- there's no scars running down his shoulders. he hasn't been cleaved by blade. not yet.

not that this state he's in is much better than that.*)

so0rr¥y..

(*tenna pauses. though he still.. has low vision currently, he.. weakly, admittedly, tries to gesture to his screen- and his screen, static burned in as it may be, is able to switch to display captions instead.*)

"got in a fight. tried to kill each other i think. didn't want to. but he was going to take everything from me. i was scared."

"i can't tell if screen is damaged but vision is spotty right now. voice box shouldn't be damaged either but it's hard to move from everything else. not normally this incoherent."

...

The captions make his stomach churn a little bit. A fight? Jeez...

Hey, it's okay. I've got this. I can't promise I'll be... the best mechanic for this, but I want to try, okay? I want to try.

He has to. If he can handle this, he can handle whatever- would've happened... here.

I'm going to go get my toolbox. If any Swatchlings come over, it's because I asked for help. They won't approach you unless I'm here, I promise. I'll be right back.

Reluctantly, he steps away, making sure his footsteps are audible, and then jogs back to his office.

(*tenna just.. sits and waits. it's not like he can walk away right now.

...

he's.. in queen's castle. that's.. cyber city, right? he hasn't been here in a long.. long time. the last time was certainly.. with him. which! he would not think about actually! far better than to dwell on THAT!

...

he sits as patiently as he can. he's been alone, even in his own studio, for ages, he can wait for bowie to come back.

..or the swatchlings bowie mentioned, but he's not in any rush to deal with them. that might be too much people at once.

When he returns there's already one Swatchling near the new Tenna, keeping distance. He gestures for them to follow him as he comes closer, setting the toolbox down and getting the cleaning supplies out.

He attempts a joke in an effort to lighten the mood, handing supplies to the Swatchling to have them help and whispering detailed instructions.

If you could take off the jacket, that'd help, but I'd understand if you didn't want to.

"that's. also fine. i can. just. give me a moment."

(*his movements are slow, and a little shaky, but he's able to get his jacket off. under the jacket is a button up and a vest that's designed like the color of static color bars. which is a little ironic given what happened, but he'd always considered the colors of TV important to his style and appearance.*)

They're going to just clean your arms okay? Nothing big. And it should hopefully be fine with the shirt, we're in a hallway so I wouldn't want you to, um...

Bowie's professionalism briefly falters, embarrassed, but he shakes it off.

"it's fine. i know it's bad. i thought i was going to die."

(*his body heaves, if he hadn't muted itself, it'd have probably been a weak laugh, but it's just a weak movement as is. he shakes his head.*)

He won't let him die. Not like this. He doesn't want someone to die in front of him.

He moves forward to start gently cleaning the damage on Tenna's torso, making sure to use electrical tape on any wires he saw broken. As well as, of course, making sure they were connected properly.

You also don't have to pay me back... I'm doing this because I want to. I don't need anything in return. Honest.

(*he repeats the notion to himself in reassurance. he was still uneasy, but.. he was relaxing, easing into the repair. the feeling of wires being mended ans reconnected didn't.. scare him as much.

because it was being done with such gentle movements. because someone cared to try and fix him.

that thought was enough for tears to bubble up in his screen. his tail lightly wagged.*)

The question is, of course, aimed at the Swatchling helping him, who nods resolutely and continues working.

Once Bowie himself is done on the area, he starts doing what he did with Fuzz- bending spare metal, of which there was much more of in his tool box now.

Sorry. I'll be much more careful with the head, if you trust me with that. If not, I'll leave it alone. Promise. I know I'm rushing a little with moving forward to the patching, too, but better now than never...

he doesn't even notice that something pulled him out of his studio and into a different world instead- but the different terrain makes him stumble- miraculously not shattering his screen as he ends up collapsing nearby.

..he sure makes a lot of commotion in the process though. hopefully someone kind can find him.*)

( @noisy-screens )

Bowie was, surprisingly, already expecting this- sort of- thanks to an earlier ask. The noise startles him into running out of his office, turning the corner to see-

-another Tenna. One badly, badly hurt.

Oh, no, oh no no-

He mumbles this as he runs up, wishing he could carry Tenna to a safer spot, but... he's- not exactly the strongest, is he? So instead, he strategizes, waving over a nearby Swatchling and talking to them in a low voice.

Keep Queen away, please, and if you know any of you who have mechanics expertise, could you gather them over here?

His urgency seems to startle them, but they nod and run off. In the meantime, he tries to heave Tenna off the ground, a new determination in his actions.

(*everything hurts, and his vision is low. but there's another voice speaking nearby. he doesn't dare to hope, but it sounds a little familiar, though he struggles to make out what they're saying.

there's hands grabbing him, and he flinches on instinct, letting out a tiny static cry of fear as he tries to protect himself.

but.. the touch is gentle. they aren't trying to hurt him. do they.. want to help?

when's the last time anyone wanted something to do with him that was for anything good? he doesn't know.*)

..hur&7ts..

It's okay. I've got this- I'm Bowie. I know a lot about mechanics and I can- I can help, as much as I can, I promise.

After probably too much effort, he gets Tenna leaned against the wall. He doesn't see any Swatchlings coming back, yet, so he sighs as his shoulders slump.

You're in Queen's castle. She won't know you're here if you don't want her to. I don't have my toolbox right next to me, so if you're alright with it, I'll step away to go grab it. If you want me to wait, I can.

He's on autopilot and he's hoping it's working. As he speaks, he makes sure his voice is as calm as he can make it.

(*notably, this tenna has fur, not unlike another tenna bowie's met. but this tenna's condition.. while there's a lot of recent injuries, he's unkempt in a way that the other tenna never was.

and if you were to examine his body for injuries- or perhaps it was visible through tears in cloth made by claws- there's no scars running down his shoulders. he hasn't been cleaved by blade. not yet.

not that this state he's in is much better than that.*)

so0rr¥y..

(*tenna pauses. though he still.. has low vision currently, he.. weakly, admittedly, tries to gesture to his screen- and his screen, static burned in as it may be, is able to switch to display captions instead.*)

"got in a fight. tried to kill each other i think. didn't want to. but he was going to take everything from me. i was scared."

"i can't tell if screen is damaged but vision is spotty right now. voice box shouldn't be damaged either but it's hard to move from everything else. not normally this incoherent."

...

The captions make his stomach churn a little bit. A fight? Jeez...

Hey, it's okay. I've got this. I can't promise I'll be... the best mechanic for this, but I want to try, okay? I want to try.

He has to. If he can handle this, he can handle whatever- would've happened... here.

I'm going to go get my toolbox. If any Swatchlings come over, it's because I asked for help. They won't approach you unless I'm here, I promise. I'll be right back.

Reluctantly, he steps away, making sure his footsteps are audible, and then jogs back to his office.

(*tenna just.. sits and waits. it's not like he can walk away right now.

...

he's.. in queen's castle. that's.. cyber city, right? he hasn't been here in a long.. long time. the last time was certainly.. with him. which! he would not think about actually! far better than to dwell on THAT!

...

he sits as patiently as he can. he's been alone, even in his own studio, for ages, he can wait for bowie to come back.

..or the swatchlings bowie mentioned, but he's not in any rush to deal with them. that might be too much people at once.

When he returns there's already one Swatchling near the new Tenna, keeping distance. He gestures for them to follow him as he comes closer, setting the toolbox down and getting the cleaning supplies out.

He attempts a joke in an effort to lighten the mood, handing supplies to the Swatchling to have them help and whispering detailed instructions.

If you could take off the jacket, that'd help, but I'd understand if you didn't want to.

"that's. also fine. i can. just. give me a moment."

(*his movements are slow, and a little shaky, but he's able to get his jacket off. under the jacket is a button up and a vest that's designed like the color of static color bars. which is a little ironic given what happened, but he'd always considered the colors of TV important to his style and appearance.*)

They're going to just clean your arms okay? Nothing big. And it should hopefully be fine with the shirt, we're in a hallway so I wouldn't want you to, um...

Bowie's professionalism briefly falters, embarrassed, but he shakes it off.

"it's fine. i know it's bad. i thought i was going to die."

(*his body heaves, if he hadn't muted itself, it'd have probably been a weak laugh, but it's just a weak movement as is. he shakes his head.*)

He won't let him die. Not like this. He doesn't want someone to die in front of him.

He moves forward to start gently cleaning the damage on Tenna's torso, making sure to use electrical tape on any wires he saw broken. As well as, of course, making sure they were connected properly.

You also don't have to pay me back... I'm doing this because I want to. I don't need anything in return. Honest.

he doesn't even notice that something pulled him out of his studio and into a different world instead- but the different terrain makes him stumble- miraculously not shattering his screen as he ends up collapsing nearby.

..he sure makes a lot of commotion in the process though. hopefully someone kind can find him.*)

( @noisy-screens )

Bowie was, surprisingly, already expecting this- sort of- thanks to an earlier ask. The noise startles him into running out of his office, turning the corner to see-

-another Tenna. One badly, badly hurt.

Oh, no, oh no no-

He mumbles this as he runs up, wishing he could carry Tenna to a safer spot, but... he's- not exactly the strongest, is he? So instead, he strategizes, waving over a nearby Swatchling and talking to them in a low voice.

Keep Queen away, please, and if you know any of you who have mechanics expertise, could you gather them over here?

His urgency seems to startle them, but they nod and run off. In the meantime, he tries to heave Tenna off the ground, a new determination in his actions.

(*everything hurts, and his vision is low. but there's another voice speaking nearby. he doesn't dare to hope, but it sounds a little familiar, though he struggles to make out what they're saying.

there's hands grabbing him, and he flinches on instinct, letting out a tiny static cry of fear as he tries to protect himself.

but.. the touch is gentle. they aren't trying to hurt him. do they.. want to help?

when's the last time anyone wanted something to do with him that was for anything good? he doesn't know.*)

..hur&7ts..

It's okay. I've got this- I'm Bowie. I know a lot about mechanics and I can- I can help, as much as I can, I promise.

After probably too much effort, he gets Tenna leaned against the wall. He doesn't see any Swatchlings coming back, yet, so he sighs as his shoulders slump.

You're in Queen's castle. She won't know you're here if you don't want her to. I don't have my toolbox right next to me, so if you're alright with it, I'll step away to go grab it. If you want me to wait, I can.

He's on autopilot and he's hoping it's working. As he speaks, he makes sure his voice is as calm as he can make it.

(*notably, this tenna has fur, not unlike another tenna bowie's met. but this tenna's condition.. while there's a lot of recent injuries, he's unkempt in a way that the other tenna never was.

and if you were to examine his body for injuries- or perhaps it was visible through tears in cloth made by claws- there's no scars running down his shoulders. he hasn't been cleaved by blade. not yet.

not that this state he's in is much better than that.*)

so0rr¥y..

(*tenna pauses. though he still.. has low vision currently, he.. weakly, admittedly, tries to gesture to his screen- and his screen, static burned in as it may be, is able to switch to display captions instead.*)

"got in a fight. tried to kill each other i think. didn't want to. but he was going to take everything from me. i was scared."

"i can't tell if screen is damaged but vision is spotty right now. voice box shouldn't be damaged either but it's hard to move from everything else. not normally this incoherent."

...

The captions make his stomach churn a little bit. A fight? Jeez...

Hey, it's okay. I've got this. I can't promise I'll be... the best mechanic for this, but I want to try, okay? I want to try.

He has to. If he can handle this, he can handle whatever- would've happened... here.

I'm going to go get my toolbox. If any Swatchlings come over, it's because I asked for help. They won't approach you unless I'm here, I promise. I'll be right back.

Reluctantly, he steps away, making sure his footsteps are audible, and then jogs back to his office.

(*tenna just.. sits and waits. it's not like he can walk away right now.

...

he's.. in queen's castle. that's.. cyber city, right? he hasn't been here in a long.. long time. the last time was certainly.. with him. which! he would not think about actually! far better than to dwell on THAT!

...

he sits as patiently as he can. he's been alone, even in his own studio, for ages, he can wait for bowie to come back.

..or the swatchlings bowie mentioned, but he's not in any rush to deal with them. that might be too much people at once.

When he returns there's already one Swatchling near the new Tenna, keeping distance. He gestures for them to follow him as he comes closer, setting the toolbox down and getting the cleaning supplies out.

He attempts a joke in an effort to lighten the mood, handing supplies to the Swatchling to have them help and whispering detailed instructions.

If you could take off the jacket, that'd help, but I'd understand if you didn't want to.

"that's. also fine. i can. just. give me a moment."

(*his movements are slow, and a little shaky, but he's able to get his jacket off. under the jacket is a button up and a vest that's designed like the color of static color bars. which is a little ironic given what happened, but he'd always considered the colors of TV important to his style and appearance.*)

They're going to just clean your arms okay? Nothing big. And it should hopefully be fine with the shirt, we're in a hallway so I wouldn't want you to, um...

Bowie's professionalism briefly falters, embarrassed, but he shakes it off.

he doesn't even notice that something pulled him out of his studio and into a different world instead- but the different terrain makes him stumble- miraculously not shattering his screen as he ends up collapsing nearby.

..he sure makes a lot of commotion in the process though. hopefully someone kind can find him.*)

( @noisy-screens )

Bowie was, surprisingly, already expecting this- sort of- thanks to an earlier ask. The noise startles him into running out of his office, turning the corner to see-

-another Tenna. One badly, badly hurt.

Oh, no, oh no no-

He mumbles this as he runs up, wishing he could carry Tenna to a safer spot, but... he's- not exactly the strongest, is he? So instead, he strategizes, waving over a nearby Swatchling and talking to them in a low voice.

Keep Queen away, please, and if you know any of you who have mechanics expertise, could you gather them over here?

His urgency seems to startle them, but they nod and run off. In the meantime, he tries to heave Tenna off the ground, a new determination in his actions.

(*everything hurts, and his vision is low. but there's another voice speaking nearby. he doesn't dare to hope, but it sounds a little familiar, though he struggles to make out what they're saying.

there's hands grabbing him, and he flinches on instinct, letting out a tiny static cry of fear as he tries to protect himself.

but.. the touch is gentle. they aren't trying to hurt him. do they.. want to help?

when's the last time anyone wanted something to do with him that was for anything good? he doesn't know.*)

..hur&7ts..

It's okay. I've got this- I'm Bowie. I know a lot about mechanics and I can- I can help, as much as I can, I promise.

After probably too much effort, he gets Tenna leaned against the wall. He doesn't see any Swatchlings coming back, yet, so he sighs as his shoulders slump.

You're in Queen's castle. She won't know you're here if you don't want her to. I don't have my toolbox right next to me, so if you're alright with it, I'll step away to go grab it. If you want me to wait, I can.

He's on autopilot and he's hoping it's working. As he speaks, he makes sure his voice is as calm as he can make it.

(*notably, this tenna has fur, not unlike another tenna bowie's met. but this tenna's condition.. while there's a lot of recent injuries, he's unkempt in a way that the other tenna never was.

and if you were to examine his body for injuries- or perhaps it was visible through tears in cloth made by claws- there's no scars running down his shoulders. he hasn't been cleaved by blade. not yet.

not that this state he's in is much better than that.*)

so0rr¥y..

(*tenna pauses. though he still.. has low vision currently, he.. weakly, admittedly, tries to gesture to his screen- and his screen, static burned in as it may be, is able to switch to display captions instead.*)

"got in a fight. tried to kill each other i think. didn't want to. but he was going to take everything from me. i was scared."

"i can't tell if screen is damaged but vision is spotty right now. voice box shouldn't be damaged either but it's hard to move from everything else. not normally this incoherent."

...

The captions make his stomach churn a little bit. A fight? Jeez...

Hey, it's okay. I've got this. I can't promise I'll be... the best mechanic for this, but I want to try, okay? I want to try.

He has to. If he can handle this, he can handle whatever- would've happened... here.

I'm going to go get my toolbox. If any Swatchlings come over, it's because I asked for help. They won't approach you unless I'm here, I promise. I'll be right back.

Reluctantly, he steps away, making sure his footsteps are audible, and then jogs back to his office.

(*tenna just.. sits and waits. it's not like he can walk away right now.

...

he's.. in queen's castle. that's.. cyber city, right? he hasn't been here in a long.. long time. the last time was certainly.. with him. which! he would not think about actually! far better than to dwell on THAT!

...

he sits as patiently as he can. he's been alone, even in his own studio, for ages, he can wait for bowie to come back.

..or the swatchlings bowie mentioned, but he's not in any rush to deal with them. that might be too much people at once.

When he returns there's already one Swatchling near the new Tenna, keeping distance. He gestures for them to follow him as he comes closer, setting the toolbox down and getting the cleaning supplies out.

He attempts a joke in an effort to lighten the mood, handing supplies to the Swatchling to have them help and whispering detailed instructions.

If you could take off the jacket, that'd help, but I'd understand if you didn't want to.

he doesn't even notice that something pulled him out of his studio and into a different world instead- but the different terrain makes him stumble- miraculously not shattering his screen as he ends up collapsing nearby.

..he sure makes a lot of commotion in the process though. hopefully someone kind can find him.*)

( @noisy-screens )

Bowie was, surprisingly, already expecting this- sort of- thanks to an earlier ask. The noise startles him into running out of his office, turning the corner to see-

-another Tenna. One badly, badly hurt.

Oh, no, oh no no-

He mumbles this as he runs up, wishing he could carry Tenna to a safer spot, but... he's- not exactly the strongest, is he? So instead, he strategizes, waving over a nearby Swatchling and talking to them in a low voice.

Keep Queen away, please, and if you know any of you who have mechanics expertise, could you gather them over here?

His urgency seems to startle them, but they nod and run off. In the meantime, he tries to heave Tenna off the ground, a new determination in his actions.

(*everything hurts, and his vision is low. but there's another voice speaking nearby. he doesn't dare to hope, but it sounds a little familiar, though he struggles to make out what they're saying.

there's hands grabbing him, and he flinches on instinct, letting out a tiny static cry of fear as he tries to protect himself.

but.. the touch is gentle. they aren't trying to hurt him. do they.. want to help?

when's the last time anyone wanted something to do with him that was for anything good? he doesn't know.*)

..hur&7ts..

It's okay. I've got this- I'm Bowie. I know a lot about mechanics and I can- I can help, as much as I can, I promise.

After probably too much effort, he gets Tenna leaned against the wall. He doesn't see any Swatchlings coming back, yet, so he sighs as his shoulders slump.

You're in Queen's castle. She won't know you're here if you don't want her to. I don't have my toolbox right next to me, so if you're alright with it, I'll step away to go grab it. If you want me to wait, I can.

He's on autopilot and he's hoping it's working. As he speaks, he makes sure his voice is as calm as he can make it.

(*notably, this tenna has fur, not unlike another tenna bowie's met. but this tenna's condition.. while there's a lot of recent injuries, he's unkempt in a way that the other tenna never was.

and if you were to examine his body for injuries- or perhaps it was visible through tears in cloth made by claws- there's no scars running down his shoulders. he hasn't been cleaved by blade. not yet.

not that this state he's in is much better than that.*)

so0rr¥y..

(*tenna pauses. though he still.. has low vision currently, he.. weakly, admittedly, tries to gesture to his screen- and his screen, static burned in as it may be, is able to switch to display captions instead.*)

"got in a fight. tried to kill each other i think. didn't want to. but he was going to take everything from me. i was scared."

"i can't tell if screen is damaged but vision is spotty right now. voice box shouldn't be damaged either but it's hard to move from everything else. not normally this incoherent."

...

The captions make his stomach churn a little bit. A fight? Jeez...

Hey, it's okay. I've got this. I can't promise I'll be... the best mechanic for this, but I want to try, okay? I want to try.

He has to. If he can handle this, he can handle whatever- would've happened... here.

I'm going to go get my toolbox. If any Swatchlings come over, it's because I asked for help. They won't approach you unless I'm here, I promise. I'll be right back.

Reluctantly, he steps away, making sure his footsteps are audible, and then jogs back to his office.

(*tenna just.. sits and waits. it's not like he can walk away right now.

...

he's.. in queen's castle. that's.. cyber city, right? he hasn't been here in a long.. long time. the last time was certainly.. with him. which! he would not think about actually! far better than to dwell on THAT!

...

he sits as patiently as he can. he's been alone, even in his own studio, for ages, he can wait for bowie to come back.

..or the swatchlings bowie mentioned, but he's not in any rush to deal with them. that might be too much people at once.

When he returns there's already one Swatchling near the new Tenna, keeping distance. He gestures for them to follow him as he comes closer, setting the toolbox down and getting the cleaning supplies out.

he doesn't even notice that something pulled him out of his studio and into a different world instead- but the different terrain makes him stumble- miraculously not shattering his screen as he ends up collapsing nearby.

..he sure makes a lot of commotion in the process though. hopefully someone kind can find him.*)

( @noisy-screens )

Bowie was, surprisingly, already expecting this- sort of- thanks to an earlier ask. The noise startles him into running out of his office, turning the corner to see-

-another Tenna. One badly, badly hurt.

Oh, no, oh no no-

He mumbles this as he runs up, wishing he could carry Tenna to a safer spot, but... he's- not exactly the strongest, is he? So instead, he strategizes, waving over a nearby Swatchling and talking to them in a low voice.

Keep Queen away, please, and if you know any of you who have mechanics expertise, could you gather them over here?

His urgency seems to startle them, but they nod and run off. In the meantime, he tries to heave Tenna off the ground, a new determination in his actions.

(*everything hurts, and his vision is low. but there's another voice speaking nearby. he doesn't dare to hope, but it sounds a little familiar, though he struggles to make out what they're saying.

there's hands grabbing him, and he flinches on instinct, letting out a tiny static cry of fear as he tries to protect himself.

but.. the touch is gentle. they aren't trying to hurt him. do they.. want to help?

when's the last time anyone wanted something to do with him that was for anything good? he doesn't know.*)

..hur&7ts..

It's okay. I've got this- I'm Bowie. I know a lot about mechanics and I can- I can help, as much as I can, I promise.

After probably too much effort, he gets Tenna leaned against the wall. He doesn't see any Swatchlings coming back, yet, so he sighs as his shoulders slump.

You're in Queen's castle. She won't know you're here if you don't want her to. I don't have my toolbox right next to me, so if you're alright with it, I'll step away to go grab it. If you want me to wait, I can.

He's on autopilot and he's hoping it's working. As he speaks, he makes sure his voice is as calm as he can make it.

(*notably, this tenna has fur, not unlike another tenna bowie's met. but this tenna's condition.. while there's a lot of recent injuries, he's unkempt in a way that the other tenna never was.

and if you were to examine his body for injuries- or perhaps it was visible through tears in cloth made by claws- there's no scars running down his shoulders. he hasn't been cleaved by blade. not yet.

not that this state he's in is much better than that.*)

so0rr¥y..

(*tenna pauses. though he still.. has low vision currently, he.. weakly, admittedly, tries to gesture to his screen- and his screen, static burned in as it may be, is able to switch to display captions instead.*)

"got in a fight. tried to kill each other i think. didn't want to. but he was going to take everything from me. i was scared."

"i can't tell if screen is damaged but vision is spotty right now. voice box shouldn't be damaged either but it's hard to move from everything else. not normally this incoherent."

...

The captions make his stomach churn a little bit. A fight? Jeez...

Hey, it's okay. I've got this. I can't promise I'll be... the best mechanic for this, but I want to try, okay? I want to try.

He has to. If he can handle this, he can handle whatever- would've happened... here.

I'm going to go get my toolbox. If any Swatchlings come over, it's because I asked for help. They won't approach you unless I'm here, I promise. I'll be right back.

Reluctantly, he steps away, making sure his footsteps are audible, and then jogs back to his office.

he doesn't even notice that something pulled him out of his studio and into a different world instead- but the different terrain makes him stumble- miraculously not shattering his screen as he ends up collapsing nearby.

..he sure makes a lot of commotion in the process though. hopefully someone kind can find him.*)

( @noisy-screens )

Bowie was, surprisingly, already expecting this- sort of- thanks to an earlier ask. The noise startles him into running out of his office, turning the corner to see-

-another Tenna. One badly, badly hurt.

Oh, no, oh no no-

He mumbles this as he runs up, wishing he could carry Tenna to a safer spot, but... he's- not exactly the strongest, is he? So instead, he strategizes, waving over a nearby Swatchling and talking to them in a low voice.

Keep Queen away, please, and if you know any of you who have mechanics expertise, could you gather them over here?

His urgency seems to startle them, but they nod and run off. In the meantime, he tries to heave Tenna off the ground, a new determination in his actions.

(*everything hurts, and his vision is low. but there's another voice speaking nearby. he doesn't dare to hope, but it sounds a little familiar, though he struggles to make out what they're saying.

there's hands grabbing him, and he flinches on instinct, letting out a tiny static cry of fear as he tries to protect himself.

but.. the touch is gentle. they aren't trying to hurt him. do they.. want to help?

when's the last time anyone wanted something to do with him that was for anything good? he doesn't know.*)

..hur&7ts..

It's okay. I've got this- I'm Bowie. I know a lot about mechanics and I can- I can help, as much as I can, I promise.

After probably too much effort, he gets Tenna leaned against the wall. He doesn't see any Swatchlings coming back, yet, so he sighs as his shoulders slump.

You're in Queen's castle. She won't know you're here if you don't want her to. I don't have my toolbox right next to me, so if you're alright with it, I'll step away to go grab it. If you want me to wait, I can.

He's on autopilot and he's hoping it's working. As he speaks, he makes sure his voice is as calm as he can make it.