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

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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[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?

[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?

I could be worse.

[He returns that strained smile, pulling out an apple gel and holding it out as an offering. Stefan should be attending to other people, or at the very least, bringing food and water from the Center - but right now, he's trying not to give into his instincts.

People need a healer, not a vampire.] Here, this might help.