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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[pneumo]

.....

A vampire. [ He thought that Simon might know that by now. What, with the teething, the strange eyes and the odd sleeping habits. He didn't expect to have to say it out loud, and doing so gives rise to a heavy feeling of discomfort. ]

[pompous_today]

[Simon chewed on his tongue. All the signs had been there, of course- but he'd hoped Sascha might come clean himself in due time.]

I had a suspicion. I just wasn't expecting it to be confirmed this way.

[pneumo]

I... [ He doesn't really have an excuse. For keeping quiet or this, especially with the evidence of his deed smeared all across his face. ]

Sorry.

[pompous_today]

I think it might be best if you leave here. [Simon took another deep breath.]

You can't help who you are. I am still your medic, and I will help you find something to sate your hunger. But I cannot sit here and watch you drink from these attack victims, either.

[pneumo]

But...but they're just going to clean it up and waste it... [ If its on the floor shouldn't that be okay?? ]

[pompous_today]

[Simon rubbed his forehead.]

You may view it like that, but others who might stumble across you here will not be so kind. They will view it as... as a desecration.

[pneumo]

What's...desertification? [ Close enough right ]

[pompous_today]

Desecration. It's... it's seen as extremely disrespectful. Like you don't care that it came from an injured person, from someone you may know.

[pneumo]

........

But if it's on the floor, they're not using it anymore. [ Doesn't that make it fair game? ]

[pompous_today]

That's not how it's seen for most of us. Someone else who sees you doing it might well attack you for it.

[pneumo]

But....but I'm not allowed near the blood drive and the pills don't have any flavour!

[pompous_today]

That still doesn't mean you can drink from injured crewmembers.

[pneumo]

But it's not in her anymore... [This is starting to go around in circles, sorry Simon :c ]

[pompous_today]

But it still belonged to a fellow crewmember. Believe me when I say that most of us would consider that unacceptable. [Simon sighed with frustration.] Come on. I can't leave you here.

[pneumo]

But... [ Sascha doesn't understand, he really doesn't. But it doesn't look like Simon's budging, so his shoulders sag in defeat. ]

...Okay.

[pompous_today]

I don't care where you go from here, but I need to take care of the injured. Don't let anyone see you.