006 - action/voice; i came in like troy walking in with pizza

[geonomy]

Who: Clay Terran + You people
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: June 7th, a bit after this

[You know, Clay hadn't been expecting a day like this. All he was doing was going to the Iskaulit to do some workouts in the gym, even bopping to a tune playing in his head.

Of course, that all comes a stop when he sees the mess before he sees anyone else. Blood trailing through the hallway, like someone had been walking with it. His stomach churns a bit, and his first instinct is to flee and get someone with medical help. Like Jennifer, or Beverly, or...

But no, he's here, and he... doesn't really realize just how bad it is yet. He returns to his shuttle first to grab the first-aid box, then heads in to see who needs his help.

And upon following the trail, well... Turns out, it's a lot worse than he thought it'd be, and that instinct from before comes back full force. He's only had some lessons, he's not prepared for this level of medical trauma, he really isn't -

And that's why he'll be calling out on the comms - not video, because there are kids on the network, but it's pretty clear by the state of his shaky voice that this is definitely an emergency.]

I-I need doctors - healers, medics -

[He takes in a deep breath - ]

I need all medical personnel to the Iskaulit right now!


((ooc: Everyone's free to branch off, tag other threads, etc! This is a general rescue/medical aid post for Winter's wrecking ball.))

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Voice (Celestia help us all)

[spontaneouscombustion]

[Oh, hey, that's Clay-- wait, wha... that... that sounds really really bad. Aaand a crewmate of hers should be on the Iskaulit at this time.]

Clay? Clay, what's wrong? Is Qing there? He said he was heading to the Iskaulit, and he's in lab support? Is he okay?

Voice (omg)

[geonomy]

There are people hurt here, I don't know what happened -

I don't know who Qing is, but I'll try to find him!

[Ugh, there are too many "I don't know"'s about this. He's so not prepared for this kind of thing.]

[video]

[forsometimenow]

Clay, what's going on?

[video]

[geonomy]

There are people hurt here, badly - Someone went on some kind of rampage or something -

I don't know what to do!

[He was trained in basic first aid, not something on this level.]

[Video]

[namisan]

I'm already here. I know field level first aid-- you can send anyone to the bar that's capable of walking here on their own two feet. [She can probably cope with that much injury.]

If you could send one of the doctors my way at some point, that'd be great, but it's not critical. One of Winter's victims is a little girl. She's out cold.

[Guess how angry she is about this by the total flatness of her voice. Go on.]

[Video]

[geonomy]

What?

[Okay, yeah, that makes him angry too. He doesn't know Winter, doesn't know what caused this, but one of his victims being a little girl?

He wonders if it's Katie, and there's fret on top of the already sick feeling in his stomach, but he tries to keep that at bay. There's people who are in a critical state, and he knows whoever the girl is will be taken care of, and she's already in Nami's care.]

Okay... thanks for the help. I'll try to bring whoever can make it over to you.

Action!

[save_the_souls]

[Good news Clay! There's one medic already on the scene!]

[Except he's bleeding. And unconscious. And from the looks of his location and the debris around him, looks like he got thrown through an empty shop front.]

[Oops.]

Action!

[geonomy]

[DAMMIT BABE.

He'd been really hoping Allen would answer his call, half because he knows he's a good medic, and half because it'd let him know that he wasn't part of all this. But once he looks through the mess of the shop and sees who's inside, well - those hopes are certainly dashed right away.]

Allen!

[And next thing he knows, he's in a kneel down beside him, and... good, he's still breathing. That's one major relief, and it makes him let out a long breath that he didn't know he was holding in. Right. Priorities. Figure out how bad off he is, don't - don't let emotions get the best of him.]

Can you hear me? [He takes a look at his injuries and opens up his medkit, which is already running low on bandages.] Answer me if you can!

video.

[brainiest]

[ Hermione is on the case, straight away, and she breathes out a sharp noise before she settles herself in. ]

I'm on my way, and I'll bring everything I can from the lab. Let me know exactly where you are, Clay.

[ Never has she wished she had her Drabwurld healing powers so badly. ]

video.

[geonomy]

[The fact that a crewmate responded gives him double the relief - both that there's someone on the way and that she's safe.]

Thank you. I'm in the hallway - It's the one with the meditation room. Bring everything you can; there's a lot of injured people here.

video

[shoujoreject]

[It's unusual, seeing him even a little roughed up. In this case, it's more scrapes and scratches than anything - half of which he ended up giving himself in his attempts to flee from the Winter Soldier. Maybe more strange is the lack of a smile on his face, replaced by a serious determination that echoes all the way up to his eyes.] Breathe. Panic will cause chaos. [The first words out of his mouth are calm, gentle, and they set the tone for the rest of his commentary.] Something happened, somehow they put Winter back into his brainwashed mode. I'm still on the Iskaulit, not too far from the gardens, and if you can give me a general direction, I'll be there to help.

video

[geonomy]

Winter?

[So that's the guy who did this? And... brainwashed? That's what happened?

...

Wait a second. This guy...]

Wait, are you Qing?

voice;

[nerdeology]

[The request is pretty vague, but the nice thing about healing artes is that you don't really need the details to assist. Best to stay calm in the meantime, though. This sounds bad.]

Clay, it's Mikleo. What part of the Iskaulit?

voice;

[geonomy]

It's the hallway outside of the meditation room - there's probably more - the gym, maybe? I'm still working on the people out here, seeing if they need any serious help.

Action

[stefanged]

[With his senses, it had been impossible to not hear what was going on - and since Stefan practically lives in the Interfaith Center, he's gonna head over to the meditation room as soon as he can. He's holding in a breath as he wanders over, though his bag is stuffed with apple and orange gels. Someone's grateful that he's carrying them around.]

Y-you weren't kidding about needing help.

[The color's draining from his face - it's been a long, long time since he's had human blood, and the color's starting to disappear from his face, but he pushes through as he surveys the scene.] How're you holding up?

Action

[geonomy]

[Clay's face is pretty pale too, though for a different reason all together. It's not so bad in the meditation room, and there's enough of a lull and people taking care of each other that Clay feels like he can get some air in here. He's bent over a bit, hands on his knees while he tries to pull himself together.

The presence of someone else, a close friend in particular, helps. He straightens back up, wipes at his mouth even though he hasn't done anything yet, and turns to Stefan with a strained little smile.]

I've, um. I've been better.

[And he sees how pale Stefan is, and considering what he is... he can take a guess at why.]

How about you?

[dancingmd]

[Beverly recognizes that tone of voice anywhere and immediately snaps to attention from where she is on the Blue Fish.]

Clay. This is Dr. Crusher, I'm on my way. Can you tell me what's happened?

[Just going to grab her tricorder and medkit and hop on the nearest shuttle while she's talking to him.]

[geonomy]

[Oh thank god, another voice he knows, especially a doctor like Beverly. He lets out a relieved sigh at the sound, though it still sounds shaky.]

I don't - Someone was brainwashed apparently? Or got back to being brainwashed? I don't know, he just - he went on some kind of rampage. There're a lot of people hurt.

Action

[pain_train]

[Wrath is in her own private smear of blood that shows the track of where she's dragged herself, trying to get to her damn knife. She lays stretched out on her stomach, and wheezes out a wash of red onto the floor. Her hair is matted and sticky with more blood, a few random patches bald where Winter managed to rip her hair out while he was beating her head against the wall.

Physically, she's in an extremely bad state:

1. Multiple contusions and lacerations on her head, face, chest, back.
   
2. Possible incipient hemothorax; she wheezes and bubbles when she breathes, and it's apparent all the trauma came from whatever hit her repeatedly from behind. Her lungs (and her other organs, really) have felt better.
   
3. Skull isn't fractured--all of her bones are composite--but the pupil of her left eye, the one that isn't artificial, is blown out and the sclera has gone bloody red. Probably a concussion.
   
4. There is something severely wrong with her back; her spine has basically been shattered like glass. (Which has the effect of putting all her ribs out of alignment as well, which isn't good.) The ports in her back and neck, already damaged from her severe fall about half a year ago, have been cracked and thoroughly broken.
   
5. Because the ports have been so damaged, all of her artificial organs and limbs, wired into them, are experiencing transient malfunctions. That, at least, is something that can be fixed with some reprogramming and rerouting.

Perhaps worst of all, she's still awake and at least marginally aware.]

[dancingmd]

[As many horrible things as she's seen - dying fellow citizens of Avarda, victims of terrorist attacks, the desiccated remains of those whose life support had failed - this... this still gets to her, not least because of who it is. Even as she falls immediately - instinctively - into doctor mode, her heart aches to see Wrath in such a condition. Right now, it doesn't matter how it happened, only if they can fix it.

If anyone happens to be lingering around Wrath, they'll get a stern-looking Beverly striding towards them, ordering them to move out of the way. She comes to kneel at Wrath's side, ignoring the blood soaking into the legs of her jumpsuit. While she runs the tricorder scan, she talks to Wrath in low soothing tones - but for once, she doesn't touch her, not wanting to trigger any more pain.]

Wrath, honey, I'm here, okay? I'm going to take care of you but I need you not to move or try to talk.

[First things first, now that the scan is complete: stop the pain. She opens the medkit to prepare a sedative.]

action - 3000% OTA

[pneumo]

[ It's a terrible and unfortunate thing that's happened on the Iskaulit, and while Sascha doesn't know what that is, he can smell it the moment the air in the ship carries the scent of freshly-spilled blood far enough. Right away it sends a pang of hunger hunger hunger to his gut, and if his pupils weren't permanently dilated? They'd be thinned to slits.

He should avoid it, go somewhere else just in case...but instead? Sascha follows it, nostrils flared as he follows the coppery scent to its source and finds the absolute horror of a mess that is Wrath's assault. There's blood on the floor, the wall, splatters and sprays spread across so much space it almost seems impossible Wrath has any left in her body after all this.

It's quite possibly one of the most beautiful and appetizing things Sascha has ever seen. There's so much of it, probably to be cleaned up later and put to waste, washed down a receptical and sterilized. But it looks so good. Just a little taste should be fine, right...? He could clean up the mess himself--he won't leave any smears. He just...needs to...

bend down in order to crouch on the floor right then and there, regardless of anyone else around. His hands slide into the bloody puddle on the floor almost in awe and haf-second before he leans down?

And gives the floor a long, hungry lick. ]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk had heard the call for help, and while he was no medic like Beverly was, he knew enough on how to address field wounds and patch a person up enough to hold out til a doctor got there. It sounded bad, and if nothing else he could help keep people away from the scene who did not need to be there - running security, as it were, to keep away the rubber-neckers.

Like this fool.

He marched over with the intent to put his hand down on Sascha's shoulder, to squeeze tight. ]</sub>

You need to stop what you're doing. Now.

video;

[bryces_pup]

[Well this is some unprecedented levels of not good. This is also so not how Riona wanted to meet Clay, but who is she kidding, that's the story of her life.]

Clay? I'm Riona Cousland. I'm on the Blue Fish, with Allen. My medical knowledge is very limited, but I know how to patch wounds and I can even stitch, if need be. But I make a decent pack mule. Would you like me to bring supplies?

video;

[geonomy]

Hey, yeah, I... [I've seen you around the ship a few times, he wants to say, but that's not the right thing to talk about right now. He's a little dazed, a little shaky; seeing so many injured and so much blood does not do well on a guy who's naturally not good at handling things like this.]

I think we need all the help we can get. Could you come over? I'll meet you in the hangar; I can lead you to people who need them.

[Video]

[goldenglasses]

[That's not good.] I only know basic first aid, but sounds like you may need more than that. Better healers are probably on their way, but how many people have been hurt? What happened? [Asked more to see if he'd be any help or just in the way of the professional healers.]

[Video]

[geonomy]

I've found about five so far, there's probably more, I'm still checking - someone completely lost it here, and he just - he really hurt some people! [And he has no idea what to really do - there are some that are really hurt, but does he stay with them or go see who else is around to direct the doctors to? Ugh, he's doing his best, but he feels like it's not enough.]

action; OTA

[universal_charm]

_{[ It's instinctual, answering the call for help. He isn't a doctor, by any means, but he knew enough about emergency medicine to stop up a wound long enough for the person to get the medical attention they needed. And if he wasn't needed there, well, he made himself useful by running supplies and keeping rubber-neckers away from the area. They didn't need that kind of interference and the injured people, he thought, wouldn't appreciate it either. ]}

[winn]

[ winn's first reaction to seeing jim's face is panic. it takes his brain a second to process that the man is moving around, helping, much like he's trying to do. he's ok. he's not hurt, at least - he doesn't look it.

still, his stress levels are running high - higher than he would have thought he could handle before he was put in this position - and he can't take them getting any worse. he makes his way to his captain's side, needing to make absolutely damn sure that he's ok. and maybe - maybe jim's seen kitty. ]

Jim! [ his voice is lost in the racket of the wounded and their care givers, but he reaches a hand to tap his shoulder when he arrives - that tap turning into an almost desperate squeeze once it's there. he's been keeping it together as long as there was something for him to do - but stopping even for a second gives his concern a foothold it seems hellbent on exploiting. ] Are you ok? Have you seen Kitty?

[voice]

[wolfehawke]

[Adalwolfe caught the call for help a little late, and so he has to check first and make sure his course of action hasn't already been put into motion.]

Is the healer from the Three Twins, Anders, there already? Otherwise I'll alert him. He's a lanky blond man with a ponytail.

[Obviously there's no time for introductions.]

[voice]

[nedstarksbastard]

I'm on the same ship as he is--I can check if he's here, if you want.

action »

[uprightness]

[ he is hurt, himself. they're mostly dry bruises and a split lip. the true scars from this encounter, like the ones from the previous battles with the winter soldier, are deep beneath the skin, in the dark corners of steve rogers' veins.

the aftermath if always that much worse. there is blood everywhere and the scent is sickening and the sight of the injured will stay with him for a long time.

it will linger in winter's mind as well, he knows and will haunt and will hurt and will pry at him and he can't explain this to people, not yet. not when there is work to be done.

it's always the same, steve fails winter and has to clean up after the mess he had created on the fateful day he had let bucky fall from the train to a fate so much worse than death.

this too, is on him. but there is no place for guilt, people need help and captain america does his duties as he must.

he is not a medic, not by far but the war has taught him some things, he will be there to bandage and clean wounds, will be there for first aid and to sit with the injured, to assure them, somehow, that it will all be alright. ]

action »

[passingthrough]

[Kitty is feeling dazed from the blow to the head she took, but when she sees Steve she makes her way over to him. There's blood drying and clumping in her hair and one set of her claws is retracted while the other is still out, stained in Winter's blood, but being held harmlessly at her side. She hasn't had a chance to wipe them off.]

Is everything... resolved? [She hadn't had the chance to subdue him. She hopes someone else did before he got to someone who couldn't defend themselves. She also hopes he was only subdued.]

action - ota;

[winn]

[ he didn't know it until he sees it - but winn's been afraid of the day a message like that popped up since he got to the fleet. he's only had a few lessons, and they haven't really sunken in all that well, but he doesn't know how many qualified people are around, and if he can be of any help - then he sure as hell going to do it. his heart races on the ride over, and stops when he's faced by the scene in front of him.

he sends kitty an almost hysterical WHERE R U, as he starts to make his way among the wounded - helping where he can, fetching supplies to those who can where he can't, and fighting against the panic growing inside him with every second his message goes unanswered. ]

text

[passingthrough]

Iskaulit [She should type more here or call him, but she's still feeling a little dazed. Hard to focus on the screen.]

sam's ota what up

[collegedropout]

[Well, this all sure happened, huh?

I.

It's okay, guys, it's not as bad as it looks (sort of). Sam's currently in a weird, magical Sam space where he's blocked the pain out and compartmentalized it as something else -- blame the years hell-time. That said, his body is so not liking him right now as he rushes around to make sure nobody else is in need of medical attention.

... Not that he can give it. His right hand has all the fingers broken, wrist equally broken. He keeps that tucked away and, really, it's to be expected he thinks. He seems to always get shot in the arm, or his arm broken, or his wrist. Or whatever. Welcome to Supernatural.

Winter also broke his nose, so that's got blood going on. It's stopped now, though. Bruises and cuts, the broken nose, those are things he'll deal with easily. Bruised and battered with a few broken bones isn't anything compared to the poor people around here pretty much laid out and on the verge of death.

............ Please someone make him sit down, though, ffs.

II.

Once he's stabilized, though, you can meet him assessing and taking photos of the areas (once everyone injured is taken away, of course), his bad wrist in a sling so that he doesn't keep jostling it around and bandaids and whatnot peppering his face. 'Sup.

He's here to crack down and get this all recorded, in case it requires any future study. Because something went really wrong here.]

This is... bad.

[He will also talk to anyone who was attacked and managed to get by without getting nearly murdered, so. Feel free to notice him coming over to ask questions and write it down.

ooc: as a note, Katie will be healing him later with magic, but anyone who uses non-magic medical techniques can help him out. and don't worry about bending time and space, I'm down for whatevs.]

II because i love you

[angelherding]

[believe it or not, Meg was nowhere near the Iskaulit when that all went down, content with hiding on the Bishop in the early hours. It's only when she checks the network looking for entertainment and sees that something happened that she decides to check it out. She's nosy and bored, give her a break.

When she actually gets there and sees the mess, she's a little surprised - and disappointed she apparently missed out on some fun, because holy shit. And of course there's a Winchester somewhere in the midst of it all. She can't help but roll her eyes as she approaches him, as casual as if he wouldn't try to stab her if she hadn't promised to be on her best behavior. Who knows, he still might try]

Well, don't you look a lot better than the last time I saw you in person.

[it's a compliment]

Action | OTA

[save_the_souls]

[Yes I know I already had a thread on this post but shhhh, I forgot to include an open portion on it]

[After Mikleo and Clay found Allen and treated him some, he was taken to the Space Bar along with other wounded people. He's better off than a lot of the others. He's got some bad looking cuts and bruises - especially one on his head, but it's nothing that won't heal up on their own given enough time.]

[If anything, he's bordering twitchy that he's been barred from helping out the people still out there thanks to the head injury. He hates sitting still after something like this, it made him think about things he didn't want to think about. Especially, what could have possibly set Winter off.]

[So, you might find him sitting at a table, attempting to bandage himself up in a determined manner (there were other people more hurt than he was, the least he can do is not use up their resources). Or, if you're nearby, trying to check up on your character on the fly]

Are you okay?

Action

[geonomy]

[With healers, doctors, and medics outside taking care of things, Clay isn't really needed anymore. Which means he's off in the corner of the bar, one arm on the wall to help keep him balanced with the other hand gripping into his knee a bit while he's bent at the waist, trying to keep down the churning in his stomach. If he were back on his ship, he wouldn't have a problem getting rid of his breakfast, but there are people here who probably don't need to see that happening. It's a constant battle here, and the cold sweat on his face is proof of that.

When Allen comes by to check on him, Clay's so wrapped up in his own head that he doesn't really realize he's talking to him, or that he even talked in the first place. So there's no answer at first, just him leaning forward to rest his forehead against his arm, which in turn smears a bit of blood on him. He tries not to notice that fact.]

OTA

[pompous_today]

[Simon had been about to ask what was doing when he'd heard the call for medics, before Jennifer had texted him with more details, and so he'd been on his way as soon as he could get to a shuttle.

This was what he was made for. What he loved, and what he so rarely got the chance to do, and at the back of his mind, part of him was chastising himself for being so glad that he had actual patients to work on. People were hurt, after all, and that was never good.

But he could deal with that problem later. Once there, he moved through with the air of one who was confident in his abilities, helping wherever he was asked, wherever he saw someone wounded, moving on to the next patient as soon as he was done.

Afterward, however, he could be found in the garden, staring at the plants, quiet and contemplative. It was over now... and that left him feeling strangely hollow.]

[passingthrough]

[Through the power of magic possibly she managed to put off Winn's concerns long enough for others to have been patched up first. She's actually just leaving the gardens as Simon was heading toward it. She has Winn with her when she notices Simon.] Time for one more?

[Blood has dried in her hair and there's a small wound on her scalp, no longer bleeding. No other apparent injuries.]

[text | anonymous] OTA

[privatizes]

[ and just like that, a buzz goes out to the network. ]

If you have information, dump it here.

Everyone can see it.

Who, What, When, Where, Why. ASAP.

[text]

[save_the_souls]

And why should I give any information to an anonymous person?

[Assuming this is a person]

(Video)

[castintoflames]

Have you...found aid? (He is late and confused, but he can't stay quiet either.)

Action OTA for healing

[apurrstate]

[He'd been directed to the bar where the injured were apparently piling up, Jon his company and reason for coming. He hadn't wanted to come, but as soon as he stepped into the bar, he knew he couldn't leave. Not until every last person was at least better than they'd been before. Maybe he couldn't heal them all completely, but if he could heal them well enough time and care would do the rest.

Anders pushed his sleeves up and went to the nearest injured person he found, hands already starting to glow their gentle blue of his magic.]

I'm a healer, I'm here to help.

Action

[wolfehawke]

[After trying (in hindsight) to bully Anders into revealing his nature as a mage, it hadn't taken Hawke long to decide that he couldn't expect less of himself than he does of his lover. Er. Former lover. Or no, lover to be? Maker this is complicated. But either way it leads Adalwolfe to make his way to the Iskaulit too in order to lend what help he can, especially if Anders won't be helping.

Only after a short time, Anders is there, moving among the wounded with his hands glowing that familiar comforting glow and Hawke can't help but smile. A smile that vanishes rather quickly with where he left things with Anders. He owes the man an apology.

Adalwolfe waits until everyone's at least been looked at, doing what little he can with his limited creation magic and keeping an eye on Anders until he can get a reliable moment alone with the blond.]

I'm sorry.

[He says it quietly, but with painful sincerity.]

For Coil, Syeira, and Zhas

[child_of_bhaal]

[She is not one who can sit by while others risk themselves. So when the call for help comes, she's on the Iskaulit as fast as she's able to get there. It's not soon enough to stop the damage from happening, which will plague her for a while after. But for the moment, what's done is done, and there are people who need help.

It's Coil she finds, slumped in one of the halls. Alone. Injured. But alive. Syeira kneels by his side, no panic in her eyes. This is not an unfamiliar circumstance, standing over wounded comrades, and patching them back up.]

Coil? Can you hear me? Don't move, just blink if you can.

[Her tone is firm, clear, a bit of an order to prompt a reaction. She puts her hands carefully around his neck, at the base of his skull, to support his head, and check for any injury there. Head first. Then she can move down from there.]

[mortalcoil]

[he's lying still when she finds him, unconscious with his breathing short and shallow. but that only lasts until he begins to stir, and whatever she's saying to him falls a distant second to the shock of adrenaline that goes raking through his body.

because, the very first thing that returns to him is the image of the soldier marching right for him with murder in his eyes, and the second thing is the immediate, high-pitched panic that comes with the fact that tries to gasp and can't.

instead of sitting still like an obedient patient, as soon as Coil's eye flutters open, his whole body writhes.

his hands come up in terrified self-defense, swinging blindly for her as his palms flare with cold light. he's not seeing an ally in front of him. he's not seeing much of anything.]

action, ota

[nedstarksbastard]

[After pretty much dragging Anders with him onto the Iskaulit, Jon sticks mostly to the bar and its surroundings, distributing supplies and water and doing what he can--this isn't his field of expertise, not in the least, but if someone more experienced calls him over to help, he'll come.

On occasion, he finds some place not as crowded as the bar, slumps against a wall, and lets out a breath. No one he knew had been in that crowd, thank the gods, but--that many people, injured? What had happened, that so many people could get that badly hurt?

He runs a hand through his hair. He'll have to find out, he thinks.

He's so lost in his thoughts that he probably doesn't notice that someone else has chanced on him.]