OPEN

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: The Clinic
WHEN: Yesterday through the end of the week
WARNINGS: to be added
SUMMARY: Aftermath log! People are hurt, other people help them out.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever afterwards. Remember to tag in what day your thread takes place on!

The clinic's unusually busy. There's still a steady stream of people coming in with injuries, and everyone's working like crazy. The sound of footsteps is heavy and constant, and the scent of blood is in the air more strongly than usual. Hospital beds have been moved into every avaliable space, so the hallways are crowded. To keep track of all these people, there's enough paperwork beig shuffled around to bury a small elephant, and keeping supplies in stock has been a challenge.

The front desk has a woman directing different people where they need to go. The waiting room is full, but there's a steady trickle of people moving out of it and into hospital beds. And the staff break room has a steady supply of coffee going. The clinic may be running on too little staff, too little sleep, and too many injuries, but it's definitely still running.

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Front Desk

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

Volunteers, people who want to give blood, or non-emergency injuries go here.

4/20 afternoon

[livesarock]

This is a stupid, stupid idea.

As fate would have it, Zelgadis got that call for assistance not a block away from the establishment. He had a mind to ignore it--plenty of other people around to deal with that--but his feet trudged heavier the further he walked away. Blasted grating conscience. He wasn't doing anything useful just wandering about, was he? Dammit all.

Hood up, mask on, he enters and stands abruptly in front of the desk, staring around with feigned indifference. There was a lot to take in, though, and his ears were taking most of that. So noisy. He should just go.

Shut up, you're already here. Do something.

Re: 4/20 afternoon

[maidenofice.livejournal.com]

Yukina was passing by the front desk with a bundle of fresh bedding in her arms when she turned and saw the masked person. Her automatic reaction was to look him (she was fairly sure it was a him - but one never knew in the City) over for injuries. Seeing no obvious ones, she decided it was best to ask.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

[livesarock]

The grimace Zelgadis sported was safely hidden, though from the look in his eyes, he was uncomfortable. Dammit, with no reason to be, knock it off. Like he'd been told what seemed a hundred times by now, he wasn't the only oddity walking the streets daily. She probably knew that. His shoulders shrugged up with his breath.

"I'm responding," he said. "Someone asked for help here, so I came."

20/4

[noanaesthesia.livejournal.com]

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[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

Hey, X. [ Rikki smiles. She, unlike X-23, does look fatigued. ] You look busy. [ she motions to the needles. ] Blood donations?

Re: Front Desk

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Anna, divested of her battlesuit and VERY very tired, slumps in.

"Um, I have a little training in first aid and as a therapist, if anyone needs help coping."

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

Rikki looked up, surprised.

"Both of those'd be pretty neat. I'm Rikki Barnes. I'm in charge here. And you are?"

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

"Ma-" No, she wasn't. Being a Major in the Resistance was fine and dandy, but there was no Resistance here. "...Uhm, Madam, I'm Anna Lin. I had some, uh, wartime experience back home for both."

4/20, morning

[guardianrainbow.livejournal.com]

Johan thought about what he could do, and decided that he'd be most useful trying to donate blood. So as soon as he could, he hurried down to the clinic to do so. He headed over to the front desk, and couldn't help but wish he had more useful powers, or at least better control over what he did have. Giving some of his blood would have to do for now, though.

"Excuse me," he said as he got close enough. "Where do I go to donate blood?"

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

Rikki smiled in greeting at him as he spoke, looking up from some paperwork. She leaned over the desk to say "Thank you for donating, first of all. We really appreciate it. She (http://noanaesthesia.livejournal.com/) can take your blood over there (http://community.livejournal.com/capeandcowllogs/928230.html?thread=28512486#t28512486) as soon as I can get you to fill out this form for me. It's a pretty routine questionnaire, basically."

Rikki shuffles through some papers until she finds the form and then hands it over. "You don't have to put your name on it or anything like that. It's just to make sure that blood-borne diseases don't get spread."

sorry for lateness; my brain died

[guardianrainbow.livejournal.com]

Johan took the papers and nodded. "All right. Thank you very much." He headed over to find some place out of the way where he could fill this out. He'd never donated blood before, so he was a bit nervous, but he was determined to go through with this.

4/20, late afternoon

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Ryan walked into the clinic, holding a neat, handwritten list of food items. They all began with s, which one would think would make it a rather short list but it wasn't. The list was, in fact, two pages front and back that had been stapled together. It was something Ryan added to often, as evidenced by the varying colors of ink the list was written in. He stood in the lobby a little awkwardly, trying to locate someone that didn't look terribly busy so he could be put somewhere where he could exhaust his powers and then sit for a while. He had known it would be busy, but it was quite possible he had underestimated how busy.

Absently, Ryan mumbled a few lines from the stupid song about banana smoothies and took a sip of the resulting smoothie.

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

Rikki spotted Ryan and waved to him, grinning. She walked over briskly. "Hey! You came. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it without collapsing until you got here," she teased.

Looking around at the crowded lobby, Rikki cocked her head down a hallway. "Here. You wanna get out from under foot and go talk in the staffroom?"

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

"I look after Troy," Ryan said with a laugh, "there is always the possibility of collapse at inopportune moments."

It was true. Though he had no doubts that Rikki was smarter than Troy, he also knew her type and she'd probably keel over before she decided it was a good time to stop for five minutes and take a breather. Kelsi was like that at times. He got like that himself when he choreographed shows. It was possible that it was just a generic hero trait though, because everyone seemed to run themselves ragged.

"Thet would probably be better, unless you want me to dump a whole bunch of food in your lobby."

Waiting Room

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People who stumble in bleeding go here. So do medical staff and volunteers.

Hospital Rooms

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People who have already stumbled in bleeding and gotten treated go here. Again, so do medical staff and volunteers.

Staff Break Room

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

Staff only. Coffee and places to sleep for a couple of hours are here.

Staff Break Room | Once a day, 4pmish.

[shiromadoushi]

Though he isn't really staff any more (or at least doesn't consider himself as such, since he's just he housecalls person), Bakura still only uses the staff entrance. Even though he can't mentally manage helping out the patients, despite being able to heal, he still wants to help and will often stop by to drop off meals and snacks for those who are working.

So he's knocking at the door, delivery of about 20 box lunches on hand. Unlike his normal deliveries, this week's boxes are all the same: sweet potato rice with cooked vegetables and chicken katsu. Easy to make and easy to make in a large batches!

Someone want to let him in?

Re: Staff Break Room | April 20th, around 4pm

[maidenofice.livejournal.com]

Yukina had been sound asleep, with her head on her arms on a lunch table. It took several knocks before she finally budged.

"Hmm?" Realizing she'd heard knocks at the door, she got up wearily to check and see who it was that needed to be let in.

"...hello," she greeted, expression and voice making it fairly apparent that she'd just been asleep. She was starting to get bags under her eyes, too, and her complexion was a little paler than normal. After finding out about Yusuke's death, she'd thrown herself fully into healing as her method of coping. As a result, Yukina had not been sleeping much.

Staff Break Room | April 20th, around 4pm

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura was starting to get the feeling he should be bringing pillows with him as well, first Rikki and now Yukina...

But he put on a warm smile and said nothing. Pointing out the obvious wouldn't help and he was sure that like most people, if he suggested she go home and sleep, it would be just brushed off. It seemed to be a pretty common stubbornness with those working in the healing profession, after all.

"Hello, Yukina-chan! I brought lunches for everyone! Would you like one?"

Vending Machines

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Random other threads go here.

Vending Machines

[sway-over-time.livejournal.com]

Suzi slid in some change at a machine waiting patiently as the bag of pretzels slipped down to the bottom. She'd come by wanting to visit some people and help out if she could but she wasn't really sure what she could pitch in. So she grabbed her bag of pretzels, planning on head out to the waiting room and just...wait.

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

Rikki walked by to get a soda, craving the caffeine like crazy. It'd been a long day and there was a longer night still ahead. She walked past Suzi without registering that someone was there and had popped two quarters into the machine before she turned.

"Oh. Hi!" Rikki said, aiming for cheerful and upbeat but sounding just a little bit manic instead.

[sway-over-time.livejournal.com]

Suzi took a careful look at Rikki, who seemed pretty stressed out. Not like that was much of a surprise but Suzi knew that Rikki was still keeping everything in order and under control. She couldn't stop the feeling of respect for that.

Suzi smiled, "Hey. Do you want some pretzels to go with that soda? You look like you could use it."