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entrancelogs2013-08-03 11:35 am
selfrespecting) wrote in entrancelogs2013-08-03 11:35 am
just try to get through and stay alive [MINGLE]
Who: Wonderland's Clinic Staff & any injured parties!
Where: The 1st floor clinic
When: The Hellhound Event (8/3 - 8/5)
Rating: R for possible gore
Summary: With a warning issued about a coming danger, Martha and the rest of the clinic doctors are ready and waiting to patch up anyone who gets wounded. But is the clinic itself safe from the hellhounds?
The Story:
This was the most comprehensive warning they'd received about an event so far, and Martha intended to make use of that. She didn't know much about these creatures that the Red Queen had foretold of, but that didn't matter. She still stockpiled as much salt as the closets would give her and ran a thick trail of it along the doorway into the clinic.
If people got wounded once the attacks started and came into the clinic for help, then Martha knew that the line would have to be reapplied frequently. But with any luck, it would hold, and this place could serve its purpose as a sanctuary for the injured.
It was difficult not to be nervous when the howling started on Saturday, and Martha did what she could to prepare, checking with all of the other doctors to see to it that they would be on hand, and even contacting those who she hadn't worked with yet. She also heard from a few people who pledged that they would defend the clinic as best as they could, which was a relief.
Despite what the Red Queen had said, though, Martha had no interest in employing any explosives. Not when there would be wounded nearby. It wasn't as if she had experience with bombs in the first place, so she was going to rely on the aid of her friends to keep this place safe instead.
And when the hounds came racing in on the second day, Martha kept the clinic door open, that line of salt their small line of defense.
[OOC: If you play a doctor or if you have a character who's injured and in need of medical attention, feel free to tag in below! This is a mingle post so everyone's welcome to thread with everyone else.]
Where: The 1st floor clinic
When: The Hellhound Event (8/3 - 8/5)
Rating: R for possible gore
Summary: With a warning issued about a coming danger, Martha and the rest of the clinic doctors are ready and waiting to patch up anyone who gets wounded. But is the clinic itself safe from the hellhounds?
The Story:
This was the most comprehensive warning they'd received about an event so far, and Martha intended to make use of that. She didn't know much about these creatures that the Red Queen had foretold of, but that didn't matter. She still stockpiled as much salt as the closets would give her and ran a thick trail of it along the doorway into the clinic.
If people got wounded once the attacks started and came into the clinic for help, then Martha knew that the line would have to be reapplied frequently. But with any luck, it would hold, and this place could serve its purpose as a sanctuary for the injured.
It was difficult not to be nervous when the howling started on Saturday, and Martha did what she could to prepare, checking with all of the other doctors to see to it that they would be on hand, and even contacting those who she hadn't worked with yet. She also heard from a few people who pledged that they would defend the clinic as best as they could, which was a relief.
Despite what the Red Queen had said, though, Martha had no interest in employing any explosives. Not when there would be wounded nearby. It wasn't as if she had experience with bombs in the first place, so she was going to rely on the aid of her friends to keep this place safe instead.
And when the hounds came racing in on the second day, Martha kept the clinic door open, that line of salt their small line of defense.
[OOC: If you play a doctor or if you have a character who's injured and in need of medical attention, feel free to tag in below! This is a mingle post so everyone's welcome to thread with everyone else.]
requesting +1 doctor p&ty
[ When Scott brings River in, it doesn't look good. Somehow she's managed to avoid more than a little scratch all weekend, but then her luck ran out. Tired, cornered, and entirely over it - if a certain werewolf hadn't made himself present very quickly, it'd be a dead body he was carrying.
As it is, there's a lot of blood, and River can't help but wonder idly if it just looks worse than it is. There's deep scratches on her upper arm and her torso. Her leg has been bitten, a nasty, torn wound left on the back of her calf (and she's not sure if she should be worried yet that she can't really move it that well).
She's doing a damn good job of being quiet until she gets put down on a bed, and then her leg gets bumped and she screams. Just in case anyone had managed to miss her bloody arrival, there's a nice little announcement for her. ]
B) ANY TIME AFTER THE BIG DRAMATIC ARRIVAL
[ She isn't so good at staying put, but she doesn't really have much of a choice. 'Observations', they said, 'monitoring' they said. Well, fine. She's certainly not happy about it - seriously, she looks more and more miserable with every passing minute - but she's actually listening for once. She's not stupid, she knows it's in her best interest to stay here.
So yeah, sulking? Definitely happening, but sticking around? Also happening. River just spends a lot of her time glued to her device, sending out increasingly more bored messages as the time ticks by. ]
b pls and ty;
He can still smell it. River's blood and his failure in the air. But he makes a note to check up on her at least once a day even still. She shouldn't be in here. He should have protected her. ]
River? It's Scott. [ There's a silent knock on the wall as he steps in, a backpack around his shoulders, and a bouquet of multicolored flowers in his hand. Scott steps in, almost hesitantly, before going next to her bedside and placing his flowers along with the other he'd brought her. He sits on what he can of her mattress, leaning over to press a soft kiss on her forehead, lingering momentarily. ]
How are you? [ He reaches to hold at her hand to take away whatever physical hurt may reside. ] Any pain?
sobs 5eva at his dumb face
It's fine, just a scratch. [ She makes the joke lightly, raising her eyebrows at him, but squeezes his hand all the same. She's certainly not going to protest if she can get a temporary reprieve from the unpleasant aches and stabbing pains from her run in with the hounds.
It's fascinating though, honestly. Just a touch and he can take away her pain. With a small frown, she touches the top of his hand using her free hand, poking lightly with her free finger before looking back to him. ] How does he do it?
a kthx
Hey, shh, it's all right. Just take deep breaths, okay? Can you do that for me?
[He injects her with the anaesthetic as he speaks, giving her wounds a once-over. The scratches don't look too bad, they'll be fine with stitches, but the wound on her leg is a definite problem. At least it's missed the artery, though.]
quietly parties over owen cr
There's no one that she recognises, no one to ground her except the man that she barely knows, and even he could be anyone. She doesn't scream again but she does flinch away from contact, trying her best to struggle off the other side of the bed without actually hurting herself. It's ..a pretty failed attempt, and shortly after she just goes limp, shaking her head a little. ]
Where's Simon? Did he make it? Need to know, it's important. Is he okay?
[ Priorities. River has them. ]
no subject
It takes him a moment to remember who Simon is - the other doctor bloke he'd been introduced to briefly, at least he's pretty sure - and he nods at River's question.]
Yeah, he's fine. He's busy with another patient right now, but I'll tell him to come over and see you once he's done. Did one of those hellhounds take a bite out of your leg?
[Owen's reaching over for a suture kit already. This would be easier with someone else to lend a hand, but they're short-handed enough as it is.]
no subject
She's weak though, it's been a long couple of days and she was already exhausted before the attack, let alone after the shock and blood loss. Struggle is a loose term for what she actually does, which is something more along the lines of withdrawing her arms closer to her body and hunching up a little, and the sound that she makes isn't because of the pain. It's something a little more aggressive than a whimper, though at least not a scream, and she just shakes her head a little before looking at him again. Well...staring at him again, really. ]
Bit, tore, ripped with teeth and claws she couldn't even see. First there wasn't and suddenly there was, blood and fire everywhere and she couldn't make it stop. She should have died, but yellow eyes and bigger claws can tear and scratch and bite too, you know, and faster and harder until the blood wasn't all hers any more..
[ Incoherent rambling at it's finest. ]
b, late at night
So the place he chose was a chair by his sister's bedside, leaning forward against it, fighting sleep, twining one hand in hers.]