2.4/ open/ the rules say our emotions don't comply

[dedikated]

Who: Clinic Staff, Guard Staff & absolutely anyone who wants to help out
What: Building us a brand new clinic and guard HQ
Where: By spire 4
When: 14th onwards.
Warnings: Exhaustion, god spiked water, sharp objects probably…

( The message flashes across the network a couple of days after Fear moves the city. Perhaps that's a bit too soon in some people's eyes, but as far as Kate can see, they can't wait. The new location - wherever that is - gets scoped out as soon as she's able to do something other than eat and sleep and then it's simply a case of discussing with the staff and sending out the following messages to the network: )

As said before, new clinic and guard location will be by spire four, near the colosseum. Need people to assist in converting the building and finding new equipment. Find a list of needed clinic supplies below.

KG

( And yes, there's a list detailling things like gauze, antiseptic, alcohols (not the drinking kind), and anything else you would imagine useful for triage and emergency care. So come on down! Help clean out an abandoned building, provide equipment, or hell, just come to "supervise" and make snarky comments. Who knows. Just be mindful of the oppressive heat from that second sun and the god taints in your water supply. )

( ooc/ This is the open post for all clinic and guard hq rebuilding things. Feel free to top level as you wish, handwave away, etc. etc. We're easy like that. ;D )

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14th [OTA]

[lifetothefullest]

[Despite that he'd much rather be at home sleeping, Lance has shown up anyway; it seemed wrong not to, even if he feels oddly like he shouldn't be here. It's a feeling that he hasn't taken the time to really work out yet, instead just trying to ignore it, but it's lingering underneath everything and making him even more agitated than usual. The fact that his face and ribs hurt doesn't help with that, nor do the weird moodswings caused by the water.

Still, he's around, although he's probably not being that useful considering he genuinely shouldn't be lifting much at the moment due to his concussion. So, instead, he's focusing mostly on organizing and sorting anything that might've been found and brought to be used in the clinic; he'll greet and thank anyone who brings something, as well as ask how they're doing after everything that happened.

Alternatively, he can often be found sitting out of the way in some corner; he's not a huge fan of the heat, and unwilling to dress any more lightly than a teeshirt and open button-down over that, so he's often using a corner of the overshirt to do that useless flapping thing that's meant to serve as a way to fan oneself. It's working about as well as expected, and it's just generally very obvious he wishes he were anywhere else.]

sup Lance

[hot_mes]

[and he should be in bed, but let's be real all of these doctors never follow their own advice.

Law comes in shortly after the large sun sets, still shirtless but carrying a box filled with a odd assortment of things, some as dusty as long-buried relics, some fairly new: bottles and decanters for lab work, plastic cases of basic first aid supplies, towels, and other medical paraphernalia. He's also got his sword tucked under one arm - never can be too careful with monsters around.]

This is as much as I could salvage from the old building. We're going to be pretty low on bandages if we can't wash and sterilize any cloth.

yoooooo

[lifetothefullest]

[They're all huge hypocrites, honestly.

Dusty and an odd collection or not, that's still a lot of stuff and it's far better than nothing especially considering their shortage of pretty much everything.]

Thank you; I'm pretty amazed there's still this much left.

[After everything the clinic went through. But Lance shares Law's concerns about bandages; the water issue is just one more problem on top of all the others they have.]

We may have to resort to using boiling water for bandages, but I'm really concerned about risk of infection in general even if we can sterilize things. The heat and lack of food won't help anyone's immune systems.

[hot_mes]

The old methods never really do go out of style, do they? [good thing enough people around here know how to start a fire] You're right. The heat is most concerning to me in the short-term - people are likely to just go about their business like normal and end up burned or with sunstroke. Particularly those who've been underground longer than six months.

[as welcome a sight as the sun is - both of them - even he had a moment where he had to remind himself not to stare at it like a dumbass. Long-term underground living has probably put a lot of people at risk to exposure]

[lifetothefullest]

Not when they're all we have, at least.

[Especially for something as serious as trying to prevent anyone from getting a staph infection or something. That isn't fun.

And neither are any of those other issues Law is listing.]

We'll have to make sure the staff knows how to treat those, especially heat exhaustion, and it might be worthwhile to remind the populace in general about those risks.

[toiletseat_girl]

[George strolls on over to him in his corner. she's wearing a tshirt, jean shorts, and flipflops--hardly construction gear. she looks much less haggard than she had the last time they spoke, but her hair is pulled back in a messy attempt at an updo and she yawns a little as she approaches]

Hey. Having fun yet?

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance looks up at her, glad to see she looks better than last time he saw her, but otherwise full on in sulk mode.]

So much fun. I've never had more fun.

[toiletseat_girl]

[and she's feeling lazy so together they make quite a pair. she sits next to him crosslegged]

That's what I thought. Your face, it was just radiating fun.

[lifetothefullest]

It does that. I can't turn it off.

[But he manages a small smile at her anyway, as she sits down.]

You look like you're adjusting to the heat a little better than I am.

Re: 14th [OTA]

[pellameno]

[ Pell doesn't expect to see Lance at the new clinic, after how rough he'd seemed right before the city moved and his post offering people therapy for it. He'd thought the man would be either too exhausted or injured or busy or all of the above, and yet here he is, overseeing what's being brought in. Once again Hadriel is banding together with what little they have, and it'd be inspiring if Pell himself wasn't so tired. But he's here too, with the medical supplies he had stashed at his house during the attack that he couldn't go back for alone. It'll be something to help start them off here, at least. ]

Dr Sweets. You've certainly earned some rest by now, haven't you?

[ Or some healing. Pell, for his part, is looking less ragged, and doesn't seem affected by the heat. He grew up under conditions like this, for the most part. ]

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance manages a faint smile of greeting at Pell, despite that the situation that was going on during their last meeting makes him feel a little awkward. But he doesn't want to think about any of that, especially with what's going on now, and instead tries to deflect a little.]

I think everyone has, and yet we're all here. You included.

[No one in Hadriel apparently knows how to take time to recover. Lance would've preferred if the clinic rebuilding were held off for another few days, especially since they apparently have some functional locations in the interim, but he's not calling the shots.]

[pellameno]

Don't worry, I'm just here to drop off some supplies... I wouldn't be much use in the building efforts, anyway. Better I focus on my garden right now, when we're so low on food.

[ So. Not resting, not really. But Lance can't throw stones. ]

How's your head feeling?

[lifetothefullest]

Yeah, the garden's going to be really important.

[Because the food shortage is going to be a major problem, especially if it continues much longer. And Pell is right in that it's difficult for Lance to lecture him, so he's not even going to try.

He offers a small shrug at the question.]

I'm okay. It isn't serious, so it's just a matter of time for it to heal.

[Both the broken bone and the concussion, neither of which bother him too badly. He was lucky to get out of everything with such minor injuries.]

[clinic]

[wormintheglass]

Bianca shows up a few days after Kate's announcement. Between the hyena and the boar-spear she's using as a walking stick, her limp is almost concealed, but nothing can hide her gauntness or the deepening tan of her skin, as un-Bianca-like as the pale cloth swathed around her. She swings a couple of what look like organic water balloons from one hand.

"Kate? Where are you hiding?"

[dedikated]

Kate's freaking tired, even now. The fighting may be over, but she'd hardly woken up from her bout of exhaustion before she was making announcements with Henry and selecting new locations for the clinic. Since then, it's been nothing but clearing out the buildings to try and begin construction.

"Bianca?" Her head pokes out from a room at the rear of the ground floor, the familiar pink tint of her hair long gone by now, the lengths blonde and pinned up in braids either side of her head. "What's up?"

[wormintheglass]

"Evidently, you are, dearheart. Aren't humans supposed to sleep on occasion?"

Bianca may look a little worn, but her posture and accent remain stubbornly unchanged. She puts the balloon-like objects carefully down so as to sweep Kate into an imperious, if one-armed, hug.

"I've brought you some undrinkable alcohol, darling. I couldn't find bottles, but manticore bladders work extraordinarily well. It should suffice for basic antisepsis, at least."

[dedikated]

"Super-" You know what, she's not about to open that nugget, not when her powers are entirely gone from overuse. Instead, she lets Bianca hug her, the bladders full of alcohol sat safely on a mostly empty table in the corridor.

"Great." Basic is about all she expects at the moment, with the city a wreck and their new surroundings still unfamiliar. The internal questions about just what monster parts Bianca has stashed for emergencies can wait. It's not really that important. What is important is that Kate needs a pen and paper to quickly scribble down what that is - not only for her own list of stock which is slowly growing, but also to make sure no one decides to have a water balloon fight with them.

"You been explorin' yet?" Kate, understandably, has been more or less attached to this project since it started. She hasn't had a chance to explore much more than the slight changes to the city. The new pools and wealth of destruction.

Clinic OTA

[resistancemedic]

[Kate-the other one-is helping where she's needed, feeling like she's back in the same old situation. They've got some supplies, but for the near future, they'll be scavenging and making due, just like back home. She's tired and a little bruised from the fighting, but she managed not to get anything too severe.

She might get caught in some name confusion since there's another Kate working here too.]

kate galloway / open / throughout

[dedikated]

one/ but we'll defy the rules until we die
↪ chats, open

( There's one thing Kate does before anything else in their new building: clears out a room which can be used as a base. Where they can leave supplies and bottles of water, or scarce pieces of food.

A space that will, eventually, become an office. But for now, it's just a central point in the clinic for anyone who needs to sit down, though chairs and a desk take a few days to appear. But until then.

Kate can be found here at random points in the day, taking drinks of water or poring over papers that contain spiky lettered lists of things. Tasks that still need doing. Equipment they do and don't have. Towards the end of the project, when the clinic begins to look more familiar, more whole, those lists are cleared from the table and placed into drawers that will have to function as a filing cabinet as long as they're stuck in this city, and Kate leans against the desk, exhaling and flexing her fingers in front of her, staring just a little too hard at them. Like she's expecting to see something that isn't appearing.

It isn't surprising, but she bites down on her tongue anyway, a noise of frustration escaping the back of her throat. )

two/ so let's be sinners to be saints
↪ rebuilding, open

( Clearing things? That she can do. Does do. Both in the clinic's building and the guard's, shifting rubble outside and eyeing the worst of the mess. Sometimes, the debris hides a gem or two, like a set of chairs she manages to set up in what will eventually become the clinic's office. Most of the time, it simply kicks up more dust and makes Kate cover her mouth with the fabric of her top to stop from coughing.

A fallen beam upstairs in the clinic's building catches her attention a couple of days after everything begins in earnest, the damp wood lodged firmly in the doorway, preventing access to the room beyond it.

So, if you happen to be nearby, you'll probably get asked: ) Gimme a hand.

( If not, perhaps you just run into her at any other point, working to empty the buildings of debris. )

one.

[justmath]

[Tim shows up right away when the message goes out - he's taken an apartment in Spire Four, so it's not far to go, and he's eager to help. He finds his way in to the makeshift office room, looking for the woman he'd spoken with on the network - she seems to be in charge of things, so speaking with her is the logical starting point.

His Red Robin uniform's hidden away in the closet of his apartment, so he's dressed in plain street clothes scavenged from what's left of the shops, presenting the picture of nothing more than an ordinary helpful teenager, though one who carries himself with confidence and an air of familiarity for Getting Shit Done. He knocks gently on the door frame to announce his presence.]

Alvin Draper, reporting for duty.

[dedikated]

( Well. Nothing like getting people in early, but so far, there's not a lot ready to do. The space they broadcast from is about the only thing which has been cleared in any way shape or form.

Kate blinks when she hears the knock, the name. )

Quick.

( That's not a bad thing, really. Mostly. )

Haven't started yet, you know.

( Despite the flat look, she's not being mean about it. Something in her voice even sounds lightly amused at the situation. There's definitely worse things than having a new, eager volunteer. )

[justmath]

[Tim laughs quietly at himself, rubs a hand over the back of his neck, shrugs lightly.]

Can you blame me if I didn't want to be late? You know what they say about early birds.

Two

[knifecollecting]

[Jo has been in and out of the new clinic building since Kate's text. She's trying to help where she can, but she's also been spending time outside when it's not too hot. She's remarkably glad to see a sky again, even if it has two suns.]

To move that?

[dedikated]

Aye.

( What's wrong with that? It's heavy and they're small and Kate has no powers, but they're strong young women who are more than capable of it. )

Scared?

[knifecollecting]

Of that particular piece of wood? No. [She laughs and dusts her hands off.]

Let's get this over with.