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."

[maidenofice.livejournal.com]

Yukina herself was enough of an oddity, and one of her friends had pink hair and wings. Zelgadis' appearance didn't even strike her as odd. The fact that he was wearing a mask was stranger to her than his pointed ears or the color of his skin. But maybe it was like a surgeon's mask? That was entirely possible.

"That's very kind of you," she said with a small weary smile. "Do you have medical training? Healing abilities? First aid? There's plenty to help with even if you don't. We're certainly not going to turn away anyone able and willing to help."

She was quite tired, and it was almost time for her to take a break, but she was certain she could show the new arrival around a bit before she did.

[livesarock]

"White magic," he said. He hesitated a moment, not sure if that was a satisfactory answer. Should probably fix that-- "It's a healing art. Wounds and fatigue..." Saying that, Zelgadis noted the breathlessness that followed the girl's words. Maybe he ought to offer--

Or maybe he ought to mind his own damn business. That kept him silent, waiting for her direction.

[maidenofice.livejournal.com]

"Oh, good," said Yukina. "There are a lot of people who could benefit from your white magic here."

'Fatigue' caught her attention, but Yukina felt that his abilities were best used on the people with serious injuries first. She wasn't in any danger other than possible burnout. All she really needed was to let herself have a good night's sleep and eat some hearty meals.

Realizing she hadn't introduced herself yet, she added, "My name is Yukina. I work as a healer here."

[livesarock]

He gave her a nod of recognition. "Zelgadis. Just tell me what you need me to do. I'll do it and be out of your way."

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."

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

"Just Rikki is fine," she said, smiling. "Good to have you. My grandpa is a veteran. Are you better at one or the other?"

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

"...Not especially, but I'm guessing that therapists are in shorter supply." Especially ones that can directly view the shit boiling around under their thoughts, she thought with a slight frown.

"Which war did your grandpa serve in, Rikki?" Anna asked. Keep natural. At least she looks young; she'd probably crack more if it was an older adult.

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

"Good guess. We've got stable patients up on the third floor, so I can show you around and then you can basically just ask whoever's fit to talk if they'd like to," she said, picking up a clip board and flipping through it.

"He served two tours in Vietnam when he was my age," she said, a sad but fond little smile playing across her face as she remembered.

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."

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

Rikki looked around the lobby theatrically. "Naaaah. From my experience, magically producing food pisses people off if it lands on them. Plus, you know. Health code violations. That's probably not the most sanitary."

She grinned and cocked her head to the side. "It's this way. C'mon."

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

"Musically," Ryan corrected absently, "it's a little different from magically doing things. Either way, I doubt health codes account for it."

He followed Rikki, wondering if his world even had health codes that were remotely similar to the ones here. It rained basketballs, Ryan was pretty sure that "cloudy, with a chance of meatballs" could be a perfectly valid forcast in dream sequences or something. Logic wasn't really an issue during musicals most of the time.

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

"You never know. Bureaucracy gets everywhere," Rikki shrugged.

The staff room was blessedly empty- probably because everyone was too busy to be taking a break- and Rikki made a beeline for the coffee machine. "Want some?" she offers.