VALENTINE'S DAY CATCH ALL 12th-17th

[tom_hanniger]

Who: Anyone and everyone who wants to participate
Where: Literally every corner of the known universe
When: Again with the questions...
Rating: BIG BIG HORRIBLE WARNING LOTS OF DEATH AND FIGHTING AND GRAPHIC EVERYTHING I think you might need an adult...
Summary:

THIS IS A CATCH ALL LOG FOR THE DURATION OF THIS SITUATION

Here's what happens. If you want interaction with HARRY OR TOM, if you want to have a short thread with someone discovering a BODY or someone who is WOUNDED or generally just want some blood and guts it happens in here.

THAT BEING SAID if you want to write a log? Do it. I'm just trying to control the madness in one place...as if that might be easier to manage. It also means the community isn't TOO flooded with bodies and boxes of chocolate so those wanting to bypass this event will have less to look at.

IF YOU ARE A VICTIM, YOU MAY POST YOUR DEATH POST IN HERE
I mean, you can if you want but also feel free to make an independent post. Up to you.

Comment in with a header including date and place for whatever situation you're doing so we can just keep track. I'll do the same.

Questions, comments, plurk or aim or pm me. x

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[cursebreaking]

Emma moves to the other end, grimacing as she grab Martha by the legs, doing her best to hold her steady between the two of them. Martha might not be able to feel it, but that doesn't mean she wants to be reckless or disrespectful with the body.

... she hates that she's thinking of it as the body.

She squares her shoulders as she moves backwards, pushing the door open as she goes and giving them both clearance. There's plenty of room to set Martha up comfortably -- assuming she wakes up wherever they put her.

"Here. She'll be out of the way and have some peace, people won't be able to stare and we can get the clinic back in order."

[unsleeved]

Daryl doesn't like thinking about it like that either... But there's no changing the fact that Martha ain't in there anymore, and so he's shutting himself down out of necessity, just like he'd done so many times back home. Now ain't the time.

Nodding at Emma's assessment, he moves to rest Martha down as gently as he can manage, grabbing her arm as it flops over the side of the cot and moving it to rest next to her instead.

"Ain't gonna be long before we got people comin' down here lookin' for help."

And he's already moving for the door back into the main area, not wanting to linger here any longer than he needs to. Out of sight out of mind... Or something.

[cursebreaking]

She follows him out, though not before looking over her shoulder to give Martha one last look on the way. Once they're back to the clinic proper, she closes the door behind her, exhaling slowly as she hears the lock catch. At least Martha will have some privacy, for what it's worth.

"So then what's the plan?" The clinic still needs some cleaning up, but he's done a pretty impressive job so far, especially considering-- well.

Blood wasn't the easiest thing to get up, and given the fact that Martha just been there, she's impressed that he managed to get any of it done at all.

"I'm not great with first aid or medical stuff, but I could at least help you clean up."

[unsleeved]

Daryl's silent for a few moments, thinking. What is the plan?

He knows what he'd like the plan to be- finish cleaning up here, get the place in workable order before the injured start streaming in... And then go find the asshole that did this and put a stop to it.

...But he knows better than to run off half-cocked when he has no idea what's actually going on. It could be an event, or it could be something else... His crossbow solved most of life's problems back home but that ain't the case here.

"Once the place's back the way it should be I'm gonna stay down here, take a look around. Make sure he don't come back."

Somebody's gotta be responsible for keeping the people who come here for help safe- might as well be him.

[cursebreaking]

She nods stiffly. What else can they do, with no evidence for the untrained eye and no leads? But he's right, someone ought to stay down here. Help people out, make sure the bastard responsible doesn't make his way back.

"I'll help you get things in order," she says again, tersely, "and then do what I can to make sure everyone else is on their game." Even as she speaks, she's pulling out her phone and texting Henry, frowning to herself as she does so. Maybe this was an isolated incident, but they don't know enough of anything to be sure. She's not taking that chance.

Stay inside the room and lock the door. Don't let anyone in. I'll be back soon.

She exhales slowly and moves to right a chair that must have been knocked over in the struggle. "Toss me a brush. I'll get scrubbing."