radiopalkiller: (enjoy the sickly green glow)
Philip ([personal profile] radiopalkiller) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2014-02-17 04:34 pm

True, I'm nervous.

Who: Philip, Jo Harvelle, Tauriel & [OPEN]
Where: Second floor hallway & the clinic
When: February 12th - February 21st
Rating: PG-13 to R for violence, blood and frequent mentions thereof
Summary: You'd thinking surviving the Valentine's Day killers attack would mean you're in the clear, but then again, this is Philip we're talking about here.
The Story:

He made it out, thanks to a certain Doctor's lucky intervention. He should've called it a day then, and headed for the clinic with him. But luck just didn't seem a good enough reason to brush off the fact that he couldn't get Evie to answer her device, no matter how often he tried. So he moved up to her room on the second floor, so he really should've changed out of his tunneling outfit first. Well, at least being mistaken for the murderer along the way guarantees he'll make his way to the clinic after all, and stay there for a solid week...

[[ OOC: Long story short, on February 12th Philip gets attacked by Tom and escapes. Jo mistakes him for the killer and shoots him. Tauriel finds him and patches him up, and he spends the next week at the clinic. That part is open to everyone, in case anybody wants to visit, comfort, bother, torment, entertain or question him. ]]
lightgunhustler: (177)

[personal profile] lightgunhustler 2014-02-17 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Martha's death had already set her on edge. Everyone had heard about it by now, some people had even been to see the body for themselves -- Jo had been one of them, unwilling to pass up the chance to investigate.

Something is coming. Around Valentine's Day. I want you to stay out of it.

The words came back to her unbidden when she saw the body. The open chest cavity, the bottle of pills where a heart should be, stuffed full with Valentine candies. A gruesome and perverse mockery of death, so much worse than other things she'd seen simply because it was Martha. It was a friend and not a stranger she had failed to be there in time to save, though the latter always left her wracked with guilt all the same.

It didn't matter that she couldn't have known. She's still convinced she should have known. She should have been more vigilant, should have noticed the signs--

But thinking back, she can't remember any. No clues, no tip-offs that the killer she'd been warned about was already here.

If you see a guy in mining gear, don't go near him. You shoot and you run.

It was bad luck on Philip's part that he happened to be in that very corridor just as Jo turned the corner. She drew on instinct, pulling her pistol from its place tucked away at the small of her back, and it made an audible click as she aimed, her hand unsteady-- it didn't feel right to just pull a weapon on someone without doing her own investigation, but it was damn near automatic, and she had been warned.

"It's you."
lightgunhustler: (Don't think I won't.)

[personal profile] lightgunhustler 2014-02-23 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Stay right where you are!"

As if she expected him to listen, after the stories she'd heard-- Harry Warden didn't give a damn about anyone but himself, didn't care who got hurt or who he made an enemy of. He raises his hands, and that-- that strikes her as odd, not typical of someone who's been chronicled as going on bloody rampages, but it's not enough to make her drop her guard.

Her finger rests lightly against the trigger, ready to pull at even the slightest sign of movement.

"You know my name?"

That was troubling.

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itisourfight: (hella)

Sorry this took me so long to get to I kind of suck this month

[personal profile] itisourfight 2014-02-22 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks to Pan's cryptic warning, Tauriel was aware that someone was attacking and killing people in the mansion. However, it is very much not her way to simply lock herself in and wait for the bad things to pass, and so she has gone out to do a bit of hunting.

Yes, quite obviously this murderer is a very dangerous creature, but so are giant spiders and she has been dealing with those for centuries now. There is always reason to be cautious, but cowardice is unacceptable and if she can put a stop to this madness then she considers it her duty to try.

She creeps cautiously around a corner, bow ready to fire at a moment's notice, and that is when she sees Philip.

In spite of his injuries she approaches with some caution, making sure that she isn't about to get attacked when helping him, not to mention ensuring herself that he isn't faking his somewhat helpless state to get to her. Stranger things could happen in this place.

"Who did this to you?"



itisourfight: (omfg)

You're the best ;_;

[personal profile] itisourfight 2014-02-26 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Clinic?"

Pardon her for not knowing what he's talking about but that isn't actually a word in her vocabulary.

She does, however, understand getting shot, though she finds herself wondering where the arrow is.

No matter, it is easy to see that he will not remain standing for long if she doesn't help him, and so she hangs her bow on her back so that she can close the distance between them to get a better look at his wound.

"We need to slow the bleeding down before we go anywhere."
nascensibility: it's not like we don't have flashlights (tried to reach deep)

[Feb 15th-ish] we're going to have to put him in a giant rubber ball to protect him

[personal profile] nascensibility 2014-02-17 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
After a great deal of effort, Ardeth got her down.

...er, got her body down. Being dead, one can hardly have a say in the matter, but he made a good effort of arranging her on the chaise lounge and letting her heal in the spectacularly ridiculous Wonderland way. It felt like waking up from a nightmare. The first death was something she barely remembers, maybe a prickle here or there, but this?

This was an entirely new level of pain. And she's been in labour.

Regardless of how horrifying it was to wake up covered in your own blood (really, what is it with men and tearing out hearts?), Evelyn was acutely aware that whatever killed her would certainly be striking others - unlike the last time, this didn't feel like a personal statement. Unmitigated carnage fit the bill far more neatly. Venturing out again after arming herself - and taking a very, very long shower - Evelyn found that her services were best suited to assisting those in the clinic.

It is where she finds herself now, making sure they've got all the right equipment and acting as a makeshift nurse when necessary. On the rounds to check the injured survivors, she slides another screen back to stare at the man in bed.

"...I don't know if I should hug you, or hit you."
nascensibility: it's not like we don't have flashlights (I just had to wear a skirt today)

oh you say that NOW

[personal profile] nascensibility 2014-02-17 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Philip's assumption would be correct - death does tend to put you out of commission for a bit, and Evelyn (being more used to methods of communication that involve either going to the post office or spending five straight minutes with the operator placing your call) neglected to check her transmissions device.

Even now it's sitting back on her bedside table, accumulating both dust and messages.

"For Heaven's sake-"

Evelyn glances around the screen, notes that no one else seems to need her at the moment, and ducks back in to settle on the edge of his bed. The bandage, which fortunately appears to not have loosened at his sudden movement, gets a thorough checking-over either way.

"-I cannot believe you got yourself into thi- have you seen yourself? You look dreadful, and with that madman about-"

Martha told her how to make sure the wrappings were secure and clean, but the rest of the fussing comes from bringing up a reckless eight year old with a penchant for getting into trouble. It isn't necessary, but she presses the back of her hand to his forehead to see if he's got the heat of infection.

"-you..."

Evelyn's voice cracks.

"...you need to be more careful."

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selfrespecting: labcoat (doctor mode)

Feb 14th

[personal profile] selfrespecting 2014-02-17 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Having revived from her first true death about midday on the 13th, Martha's been doing all she can to carry out her duties as a doctor despite the fact that she jumps halfway out of her skin each time that someone walks through that door.

She's had people to help her, thankfully. People like Daryl, like Adam, like Alphonse, and of course Victor -- all present to deal with the number of injured.

Instead of making the long trip up to her room that night, she sleeps in the clinic with the patients, a gun next to her on the bedside table. She'll defend the wounded with all she has, if that's what it takes.

Thankfully, morning arrives on the 14th and all is well. Sam and Philip are both laid up in bed, and so after Martha takes a moment to wake up and get her head on straight, she goes to check on them.

Sam's sound asleep, but the same can't be said for Philip. It's unfortunate that their first meeting is under these circumstances, but Martha will do everything to see to it that he's comfortable.

"Morning," she greets, keeping her voice down for the sake of the others who are sleeping. "Did you need some pain medication? And I should change your dressings."
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[personal profile] selfrespecting 2014-02-19 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Why is it that everyone here seems to insist on refusing pain medication? Considering Martha's used to far more drug-seeking behavior, it's bizarre. She's dealing with a bunch of masochists who would rather their physical pain add onto their guilt, apparently.

Still, she isn't going to force medication onto someone who doesn't want it, and Philip's at least accepting her offer to change his dressings.

"You will for the wound on your side." His leg and everything else she can probably handle with him laying down, but they can get the worst of it out of the way first. Martha reaches forward, setting a bracing hand against his back to help him into a sitting position.

"Just one moment," she says, moving away to wash her hands, gather the supplies she needs, and then put on some gloves. She pulls a chair over and sits at his bedside, flicking a finger upward in a gesture as she asks, "Can you get your shirt off, please?"

So much of this is on automatic. Not that she isn't paying attention -- if anything, she's extra-focused. This is something she can handle, this is something she can control. Whatever else is happening here? Well, it's already been proved that she's powerless to do anything about it, and that's not something Martha's used to feeling.

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itsahotone: (blank)

WHO KNOWS WHAT DAY probably the 18th or something whatever

[personal profile] itsahotone 2014-02-17 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Santana shows up.

That's it, that's the tag.

"...Hey."
itsahotone: (shifty eyes)

impressive, I know

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"Uh, sure." She sounds super convincing. "I'm alive, so."

Now. But that's implied.

"How'd you...not die?"

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Feb 13th

[personal profile] not_apriest 2014-02-18 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Aramis had been at the clinic for much of the time the carnage had been going on. Prayers. Last rites, in some cases. It wasn't a certainty that everyone would wake up...or what it would cost them when they did.

He sat by Philip's bed with a Bible on his lap, muttering a prayer in Latin, a rosary clutched between his forefinger and thumb.
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Aramis looks up when he sees movement in his peripheral vision. The words, familiar to him in repetition, stop.

"Welcome back."

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oversight: ([±] how many neutral faces can I make?)

18th; evening

[personal profile] oversight 2014-02-19 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Calling it a rough week for Wonderland is a lacking assertion, and one that Blake can't even make without feeling a bit guilty for his own part. Having been locked away with Crowley for so many days, aware but unable to react, he'd considered himself unlucky; pacing the aftermath of the killing spree does more than enough to wipe away that mentality.

When he arrives in the clinic, he does so with something of a heavy heart, several books tucked under his arm and a Thermos in hand. While no one seems to have suffered a fated fifth death by the hand of Tom Hanniger, there are more than a few still dealing with injuries and whatever mental trauma is associated with such heinous acts. Blake would be remiss not to check in.

"Philip," is his greeting. It's not particularly warm, but it's not exactly cold, either. Blake speaks quietly, authoritatively, expression carefully schooled. "Brought some books if you're lookin'. Coffee, too." He shakes the Thermos.
oversight: ([±] some look idk)

[personal profile] oversight 2014-02-24 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"All yours," Blake says, holding out the small stack of paperbacks. It's just a random assortment, the type of grab-bag books you might find in the section of the bookstore reserved for employee favorites. It's honestly the easiest option, and since he hasn't read any of them himself, he doesn't usually have to offer his opinion.

As he turns to look around the clinic, he takes note of the conditions. Martha keeps a pretty clean house, but it's obvious that people other than Philip have been staying longer than a day at a time.

"You need anything else? Change of clothes or a better pillow? Guessin' someone's takin' care, but—" John shrugs. "Doesn't hurt to ask."

He wants to help, even if he doesn't have all that much to offer by way of conversation topics. With the dust settling around him, he's just got to take it slow and assist where he can until the issues with Tom's killing spree can be a little more directly addressed.

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