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]

[ Because while he has excellent self-control, his impulse-control needs a lot (a lot) of work. Just like how at the moment, he thinks nothing of running his tongue over the blood on his lower lip and chin, then lifting his hand up to give it the same treatment. ]

....Uh-huh.

[stefanged]

[Nope, nope, Stefan's gonna flinch because he's too close to his breaking point.]

Could you not?

[He huffs, thinking nothing (for now) of his tone.] Let's go already, before someone else tries to kick you out.

[pneumo]

...Okay. [ It's okay, Sascha doesn't sound thrilled about it either. He's near-sulking when he finally relents, dropping his arms to his sides and sighing in defeat. He's destined to just not get what he wants here ): hopefully Stefan doesn't make him wash his hands because that would be an even bigger waste. ]

[stefanged]

Thanks.

[At this point, Stefan doesn't really care what the kid does. He just knows that he has to get out before he starts feeding on people. Vampire doc's gonna make a beeline for that door, and right as he does, he motions for Sascha to follow him out.

Better luck next time? Maybe??]

[pneumo]

[ M-maybe....maybe!! But hey, at least he's right on Stefan's heel once he's beckoned. He's listening! Mostly. he's licking his hand again. ]

....You okay? You look really unhappy. More than me.

[stefanged]

That would be because I'm not.

[When he glances over at Sascha, there's thinly-veiled rage in his eyes.] And if you were smart, kid, you'd leave me alone.

[pneumo]

[ Sascha has been on the receiving end of that kind of look more than once, and he moment he sees it in Stefan's eyes he shrinks back a half-step, but doesn't retreat entirely. He's too curious about his new companion now. ]

.....Are you mad becase of me?

[stefanged]

You're waving blood in my face, you... you.... [He pinches the spot between his brows, because he really, really can't deal.]

Learn some self-restraint, and then we'll talk. Maybe.

[He's done, Sascha. Stefan's OFF at an unhumanly fast pace, and where he's going? Even he's not really sure.]