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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[nedstarksbastard]

When you do, I'll make sure no one else on the crew gets injured.

[Which is going to be a tall order, considering he'll also be keeping an eye on his sister on top of it, but hey, Jon's had tall orders before.]

All right. [Suspiciously squinting at him.] How many more do you think you can heal, then? [Because he will be keeping count.

Then he shrugs. Anders is right, there's no one here Jon is overly concerned about, which is a relief--a guilty kind, because people are still hurt, but a relief nonetheless that no one he knows was a part of this.] No, but these people still needed help. Besides, I was the one that dragged you here in the first place, I didn't want to leave you alone.

[apurrstate]

Ah.

[Somehow, that wasn't the response he'd been expecting, at least not that last half. He postpones having to really respond by draining the last of the glass and handing it back.]

Right, well, thank you for that. I appreciate it. [He looks away quickly and returns focus to what he was doing instead, his tone returning to something more light and teasing.]

A few is the number I'm sticking to. More than two, less than ten. What are you, my mother? [He waves a hand to dismiss Jon's suspicion.] You won't have to carry me back, if that's your concern.

[nedstarksbastard]

You're welcome. [He sets the now-empty glass aside, huffs out a soft breath.]

No, but I'm on the same ship as you, so I suppose I'd be the closest thing here. [He's kidding--he ducks his head, mouth twitching upwards in a small smile that disappears quick as it came, a breath of laughter escaping his lips. Ironic, he thinks--the motherless bastard mothering a man much older than him.

He sobers up fairly quickly, lets out a breath.] Thank you for that much, then. I've had to carry too many people back already.

[apurrstate]

[That smile was there and gone in a breath and Anders almost wished he could just grab it and get it to stick around a while. Jon was far too young to smile so little.

Perhaps that should be his next goal.]

Yes? It must be that quiet charm of yours, everyone simply swoons at your feet and you're forced to carry them home. It's a curse, I feel for you.