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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[You could have just said the horse, Clay.]

Ah. I'll make sure she knows, too, if she hasn't seen this yet.

[Look. Listen. He doesn't want to be ponyist.]

I'll let her know, too. I tried to reassure her, but I think I just made her freak out more... [He's so not good at this, not when the situation is like this.]

[He smiles, a little more knowing than he realises.

He's the one who blundered on the m-word with Pinkie, so it's not like he can't see it.]

She's a good individual, but a little overreactive sometimes. I'll have her bring basic supplies and the like - it should help you both keep your minds occupied, right?

[There's no judgment in his tone; it's the kind of analytical thing he gets when something big happens in the restaurant - burns mostly, sometimes harsh cuts - the complete compartmentalisation of anything that isn't useful at this moment.]