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[Daniel] Day 20: Getting Back on Task (open tag)
With things more or less, back to normal, Daniel resumed the briefing minus a few additional bodies. He knew that Molly was tending to Tara, and that May and Chris had presumably gone in that direction as well. Rodney was working on finding a way to dampen down Tara and hopefully the Doctor would be able to provide assistance in that endeavor as well. Faith was assigned to Isabel duty and he trusted that Molly and Chris would be able to keep an eye on May. As helpful as the young woman and the Winchester boys had been thus far, he still wasn't ready to lower his guard completely.
"So, who wants to go back to the beach and who wants to drop in on Camp Serenity?" Daniel asked. They'd made watch rotas, decided on whom was going to take inventory of what rooms and how to reorganize. A preliminary claim to rooms had been made, although there were still some rooms free and empty, and some people were indecisive. By unspoken, but somehow mutual decision, Daniel, the Doctor, Blaise, Jon and Locke had decided that the four new arrivals – Dean, Sam, May and Isabel – would not be left alone until they were sure of them. The Doctor had implied in last night's meeting in the control room that the first three so far hadn't seemed to lie to them and seemed trustworthy, but better to err on the side of caution. Once they delved into DHARMA's computer files, they'd have more information.
"It would probably be a good idea to send the jeep to the beach, and take advantage of more … extraordinary means … to get to Serenity," Daniel added. "I'm sure that people will want some of their personal items brought back from the beach and the caves, and the jeep has cargo space."
"So, who wants to go back to the beach and who wants to drop in on Camp Serenity?" Daniel asked. They'd made watch rotas, decided on whom was going to take inventory of what rooms and how to reorganize. A preliminary claim to rooms had been made, although there were still some rooms free and empty, and some people were indecisive. By unspoken, but somehow mutual decision, Daniel, the Doctor, Blaise, Jon and Locke had decided that the four new arrivals – Dean, Sam, May and Isabel – would not be left alone until they were sure of them. The Doctor had implied in last night's meeting in the control room that the first three so far hadn't seemed to lie to them and seemed trustworthy, but better to err on the side of caution. Once they delved into DHARMA's computer files, they'd have more information.
"It would probably be a good idea to send the jeep to the beach, and take advantage of more … extraordinary means … to get to Serenity," Daniel added. "I'm sure that people will want some of their personal items brought back from the beach and the caves, and the jeep has cargo space."
[Claire] Going into hiding
They're coming back.. they're coming back and they're going to capture us all and hurt everyone this time..
She fought back the urge to curl up again and cry, then looked around the room and decided that she wasn't going to be a pushover like last time. Not a chance. No one else would: the screaming - bloody oath, the screaming - proved that, so she shouldn't either. They weren't getting her baby either. So what could she do?
Claire clambered out of the bed and flexed her toes on the floor. It felt like ages since she'd last walked anywhere, even before the rescue, because everyone seemed to like pushing her round in that wheelchair. Not now though; walking would have to do. Or waddling with the aid of an empty IV rack, much as she'd rather pull the thing apart in revenge for all those days she'd spent attached to one. It wasn't much good as a walking stick, not like Dr House's cane, but she could always jab someone in the eye with the bloody thing.
She got as far as the door before remembering stories of quick and easy weapons in a bar fight. Not quite the same thing, but close enough: Claire made her way back to her bedside table and picked up her glass of water, downing it quickly, then - after a moment's hesitation - smashing it against the side. Small sharps cut her hand and face, but at least she had something to nasty to protect herself and the baby with (of sorts).
Claire picked her way through the small shards of glass, wincing as she stepped on a few, then peeked out of the door. No one was there, but the screaming was still ringing out through the corridors. I hope Damon's ok! But a slow-moving pregnant girl with a fuzzy head, aches all over and the fighting instinct of an ostrich wasn't going to be much help to anyone. Best to just get out of the way and hope to all things good that no one found her too soon.
She glanced round the corner: still no one, and her destination was only a few metres away. Fantastic. Doubly so, once she got to the laundry and realised that the dryer by the door was light enough to nudge into a new position, barricading the only exit.
Claire pulled a bundle of sheets and blankets from the shelves and made herself a little nest on the floor, resting the glass and IV rack beside her. Another twinge of pain made her wince. Bloody doctors and their insistence that she shouldn't take any painkillers, but at least she'd be safe in here.
OOC: Ho hum. No need to find her for a while *cackle* the rest of you have plenty of other people to tend to at the moment, hehe. Her waters haven't even broken yet..
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OOC: Tag, You're It!