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.))

Comments

[scrubscrub]

[She swallows hard, recollecting that frightening moment in time.]

I... ran over and touched his arm. Because he was hurt very badly, and I thought...

I had thought whoever was hurting people, that they'd hurt him.

That's when he grabbed me, though; he wasn't... angry. He wasn't anything.

[nerdeology]

That does sound strange... he's normally not like this?

[Having never met the man before, he's a bit lost about what to expect.]

[namisan]

The times I've met him before this, he's been kind of shy. But friendly enough. [For someone with no social skills. Nami frowns.]

I don't know enough about him to know if this is in keeping. Maybe it's some kind of trauma reaction.

[scrubscrub]

A... trauma reaction?

[She's not really sure what that means, not really.

She may have her own form of that she's usually unaware of, but you know.

Obviously not attacking people.]

[nerdeology]

You mean he may have been acting on instinct?

[What, they have some sort of ticking time bomb wandering around the place? Scary.]

[namisan]

It's possible. [Though she's troubled. That might be a reason, but what set it off?] I don't know enough about him or what was going on. I'm mad at him, but-- I'll find out why, before anything else.

[He could also just be a psychopath, let's face it.]

[scrubscrub]

[She frowns deeply, sitting up a little straighter; her body aches and rejects it, but she's used to pain anyway — just purses her lips as she relaxes.]

I hope I didn't make anything worse, w-when I touched his arm... I didn't know...!

[nerdeology]

It had nothing to do with you, Koala. If you hadn't done that, someone else might, and the result would have been the same. You were only trying to help, right?

[It's not even a question, really. He's seen enough to know that's just what she does.]

It's not your fault.

[namisan]

It's definitely not your fault. You didn't make him do anything. By the sounds of it, he was probably already that bad when you found him.

[From the sounds of some others, Koala is lucky. Nami makes a note to send Kitty a damn good bottle of scotch at some point.]

[scrubscrub]

[She relaxes a fraction, though she finds herself plumb exhausted.

Rubbing a hand over her eyes she nods slowly.]

What's gonna happen now...?

[nerdeology]

It'll likely depend on how he behaves when he's awake. Regardless, there are plenty of people who'll make sure he won't hurt anyone else.

[namisan]

[Nami nods in agreement to that, and she puts her hands on Koala's shoulders. Don't fall over or anything, smol child.]

...you wanna come home with me for the night? If your captain's okay with it.

[She trusts perfectly well that Koala'll be safe on the Huntress, but the kid's probably gonna have a hell of a time sleeping well.]

[scrubscrub]

[She would, she really would.

But of course, she takes Nami's word as literally as ever, looking in the direction she expects Mikleo to be in with her hands fidgeting in her lap.]

Is that okay, Mr. Mikleo? Can I stay with Nami f-for the night?

[nerdeology]

[She's looking off in the wrong direction, but it's the thought that counts. The attempt is sweet nonetheless.]

Of course it's fine. Just keep an eye on her, okay? I'm worried about that head injury.

[namisan]

I'll get Simon to look her over, just in case. [In this case, Koala took Nami as literally as she meant; captaincy might not count for much, but Koala is still part of another person's crew and Nami will treat that with a certain respect.] We'll make sure she's okay.