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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."
[Dean/Sam] Getting Back on Task (open tag)
"Get outta the way and don't touch either one of them."
/Ok, acid from Ripley's blood. Bizarre. but then she was part demon...no craphead, she's part alien./ Dean thought.
"Who's that?"
"Boone" Well, that answered everything then.
"Sam?" Dean looked around and saw his brother.
"Here," Sam responded as he got up from the floor.
Dean suddenly relaxed without even knowing he was tense. "Well, looks like you had fun without me. No fair. You ok?"
"Yeah."
"Good, let's check for any others. We're gonna do a quick sweep of the place."
ooc: S_S I've left an out (Sam's lack of response) if you have plans on doing anything else with Sam.
[Mayday] Getting Back on Task (open tag)
May let Dean dash beneath her before dropping down to the floor and running after him. She gave the medical response team a wide berth, knowing that right now was not the time to get in the way. /I shouldn't have left. I might have felt it coming./ She forced those thoughts away. She couldn't think about that. She had to do something now. Panic later.
"Chris is keeping an eye on Molly and Tara," she said at Daniel's questioning look - might as well make sure all were accounted for. "Anyone check on Claire yet?" There was a general response in the negative, so she ran over to Claire's room - it was right across the hall, the door was in full view of the kitchen entrance - and opened the door a crack, peeking in so as not to disturb the pregnant lady who probably didn't need to see any of this. "Claire?"
Which immediately became a moot point as May realized that the room was empty. No Claire, no IV rack.
She turned back to the group taking care of Ripley and Boone. Jon and Aiden were the first ones out, and both looked up at her exclamation. "She's gone!"
Re: [Dean/Sam] Getting Back on Task (open tag)
Thanks! He was going to help with first aid. With Methos and others there helping, Sam will go with Dean instead.
[Daniel] Getting Back on Task (tag Dean, Sam, Kenzaki, open)
(Please tell me that she lost her shirt due to Ripley's blood,) Daniel thought as he looked away. "If we're looking for any more sleeper agents, we have two possibilities right in this room . . ."
Daniel's head whipped around as a new set of screams started, these he narrowed down to Ami. For not the first time, he was glad that he wasn't psychic; he wondered if the woman actually was recovering or would recover. The screams were jarring, but Scott was already moving in her direction. "And something tells me that whatever triggered Boone isn't happening right now with Ami and Rose. That leaves Daisy and Claire."
There was no way of knowing whether or not the same thing had been done to the women. And there was no way of knowing who - or what - had triggered Boone.
"Someone needs to round up Alex and bring her here," Daniel instructed. "And someone needs to come with me to check on the prisoners." He motioned to Kenzaki and added in Japanese, "Kenzaki-San, please accompany whomever goes to retrieve Alex. We need her brought here. Now. I'm going to check on the prisoners."
Daniel explained to the brothers, "Kenzaki will go with one of you. The other, come with me."
Daniel was well aware that they didn't like to be split up; but he'd just witnessed Boone programmed to kill. He wasn't about to let them go off on their own, they were still an unknown element.
[Mayday] Getting Back on Task (tag Daniel, open)
Fortunately, Daniel was taking charge, and as the others hauled Ripley out, she was able to safely navigate the mess to get within his earshot. "Daniel, Claire's gone. She's not in her room and the IV rack is gone too!"
[Daniel] What Next? (tag May, open)
Having a large repertoire of languages to chose from when swearing came in quite handy as Daniel hurled a few colorful phrases in Greek, Chinese, Japanese and Goa'uld.
"Rodney," Daniel got the scientist's attention. "You have the codes and the protocol. Secure this place. Now. Blaise, make sure our prisoners are secure. Faith, put on a shirt and secure Alex. Bring her here." He looked around and lifted his voice over the din, "Everyone, anyone who isn't injured or administering first aid, with me, now. Claire is missing. She can't have gotten far, we're going to sweep and find her."
Daniel turned Kenzaki, "Kenzaki-san, Claire is missing. We need to find her. We're going to do a sweep."
"I'm coming," Damon stood up, holding a makeshift bandage to his shoulder. The man looked like – well, he looked like someone who'd just been shot and lost a lot of blood. He didn't look like he should be standing, never mind doing anything else.
"Damon, I appreciate your concern. This place is small, she's pregnant and she can't have gotten far. We have enough –"
"Daniel, shut up," Damon snapped, surprising Daniel and several other people as well. He pulled himself to a fully upright position, and only grimaced slightly. "Claire's missing. I'm coming. You're wasting time trying to talk me out of it."
"Fine," Daniel agreed. "May, Sam, John with me, we'll take the west wing. Damon, Dean, Kenzaki, George, east wing." He looked over George and shook his head, "On the other hand, George, come with me, John go with them."
"Why? Why'd you change who I go with? They're the new ones!" George demanded, gesturing in the direction of the Winchester brothers and May.
"Because if she's not completely freaked out, I think that you covered in blood will pretty much push her over the edge."
OOC: Assuming that Jon and Aiden have Boone in the shower, and that Methos and the Doctor are tending to the wounded – namely Quentin – and making sure Ripley doesn't melt the whole facility.
[Isabel] Joining in (tag Daniel, open)
Then the news arrived that someone called Claire was missing, and the man everyone was looking to as the leader of the group swore in several languages and instructed everyone who was not otherwise engaged to help search, rapidly assigning people to parts of the bunker. Isabel stood and made her way over to him.
"Excuse me," she said. "I don't know this Claire who's missing, but I can help look. If she's pregnant, she can't be hard to spot." She saw the man hesitate. "Please," she said. "I know I'm new and I know you probably don't trust me yet, especially after all of this, but I can help, and I need something to do."
[Dean] Joining in (tag Isabel, open)
"Thanks." Sam said as he put the book somewhere save and chambered a round in the gun. "See you on the flip side."
"Right. Isabel, come with us." Dean looked at Daniel. "And no, not because she's hot or somehow associated with me and we're gonna cause death and destruction because we're evil. Because she wants to help. Let's go find Claire." Dean was sure to keep Isabel in his sights. If she was a plant, he wanted a different kind of piece of her than when she slapped him on the ass earlier.
[Daniel] Fine, Let's Move (open tag)
(Unless she got outside,) Daniel thought then shoved the thought aside. That wasn't one that he wanted to consider. He still didn't think that Claire could get far, but there was no way of knowing how much of Dharma might be waiting outside in the jungle.
"Everyone be sure to keep up," Daniel said, but his gaze lingered particularly long on Damon.
"Yeah, whatever, I won't be holding us up, trust me," the red head remarked.
[Mayday] Knock, knock... (tag Chris, Daniel, open)
If she had any doubts before, they were long gone; these people - Dharma or whatever - were lunatics who had to be stopped.
As the groups split up, she, Sam and George followed Daniel down the hallway and through the security door. May suddenly remembered something as Daniel approached the first door. "Wait a sec. Chris and Molly and Tara are in there."
"And that means Claire isn't?"
"No, but -" She sighed. "Argh. Chris is working out what's wrong with them, and barging in would be very, very bad. Hang on." May knocked quickly on the door. "Chris? It's me! Claire's gone missing; is it safe to come in?"
Redirect, kind of, sort of...
[Isabel] Off we go (tag Dean, Damon, Kenzaki, George, open)
She looked at Daniel. "And thankyou, Daniel."
She followed the others out of the room to start searching.
[Megabyte] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag Claire, Locke, Kenzaki, Dean, Isabel, open)
He grimaced as he brushed against the door, but forced himself to ignore it. "John, can you cover the rear?" Megabyte paused and looked at Kenzaki, "Kenzaki-san, Daniel-san says that you're with us."
Kenzaki looked at him in surprise, Megabyte pretended not to notice. (Explain how you can speak Japanese later. Find Claire now.)
He led the way out of the kitchen, proud that he didn't stagger and the only sign of his pain was the stiffness of his back and the way he carefully didn't move his arm or shoulder. This was Claire; he didn't have time for pain.
(Which way?) He wondered. With a sigh, he dropped his shields and felt for her. Combined with the pain he was feeling and the psychic aftermath of Boone's shooting spree, that did make him waver on his feet and he grabbed the wall for support. The thoughts and emotions of everyone were swirling around and it took him a moment to find Claire – and the baby – muddled in all of it.
Snapping his shields back, he turned left and eased along the wall to the laundry room. Megabyte glanced back over his shoulder, fortunately not his injured one, but still the sudden movement made him hiss with pain. He met John's eyes and indicated the laundry room door.
"Short search," John remarked quietly. Despite his voice there was concern and wariness etched in the man's face.
"Claire," Megabyte twisted the knob, not at all surprised that the door was locked. He put as much empathy into his voice as he could as he concentrated on unlocking the lock telekinetically. His voice was soothing, comforting, warm. "Claire, it's me. It's Damon. It's all right. Everything's all right now."
[Claire] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag MB, Locke, Kenzaki, Dean, Isabel, open)
"Claire, it's me. It's Damon. It's all right. Everything's all right now."
She sniffed and lifted her head, listening. It certainly sounded like him.. and she really wanted to believe that it was. "Damon?"
"That's right - mind if I come in?"
"Everything's really ok? What were the gunshots?" Claire asked, wiping away a couple of tear tracks as she hurriedly disentangled herself from the nest of blankets. She was going to have to open the door for him, she realised, what with the dryer in the way. "I heard screaming - it sounded awful!"
Her foot touched something cold. Shit, the glass! I can't leave that on the floor!
Claire bent down gently, feeling for the item gently - she really didn't want to slice her fingers open, not with everything else in her body rebelling after the last few days - glad to find it quickly and safely. She straightened quickly, placing the sharp object on a shelf.. oh dear, head rush.
Taking a step to one side, Claire tried to steady herself against one of the washing machines. Success was limited: the machine wobbled on a broken leg, split floor tile, it didn't really matter - Claire found herself moving in yet another direction, then shrieked as she caught her foot in a blanket and landed hard on the floor.
"Claire?" Damon called through the door, rattling the knob and knocking loudly. "Are you ok?"
Pissed off beyond belief, Claire swore a blue streak. She might have landed on her backside rather than her front, but it hurt like a bastard - and so did her ankle.
"No, I'm not bloody ok - I've bloody well gone and sprained my ankle, and there's a bloody dryer blocking the door because I was a paranoid idiot!"
[Megabyte] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag Claire, Locke, Kenzaki, Dean, Isabel, open)
"Claire? Are you okay?" He rattled the knob.
"No, I'm not bloody ok - I've bloody well gone and sprained my ankle, and there's a bloody dryer blocking the door because I was a paranoid idiot!"
Megabyte felt the shock of the others around him from her words. "A dryer?"
"Yes a bloody dryer!"
"You moved a –" Megabyte shook his head and smiled a bit. (The woman thinks she's invincible, I swear.) The door was still locked, though.
"Okay, Claire, move away from the door, and the dryer. I'm coming in," Megabyte said.
"How're you –"
"He's got a little bit of help on the outside, Claire," Locke called out, giving Megabyte a knowing nod.
Megabyte nodded in return and telekinetically picked the lock. That was the easy part – and it was fortunate that the laundry room was one of the few rooms in this place that didn't have the security locks. He heard the lock click. "It's unlocked."
As he went to lean against the door, Locke's hand on his arm stopped him. "Let Dean and I do the pushing. You need to rest that wound of yours. You haven't even got it stitched yet."
"I didn't have time for stitches, John," Megabyte groused.
"I didn't say that you did." There was a measure of understanding in the older man's eyes, making Megabyte feel a bit bad for the sharpness of his words.
He stepped up to the door, lowering his voice so that Claire wouldn't hear it. "I wasn't actually planning on pushing, you know. I just need to get the door open enough to see where Claire is."
"Well then, I guess we better make it look good," John returned with a half-smile.
The three men pushed the door a bit, enough to slide the dryer, which should have been easy for three men when it was moved by one pregnant lady, but somehow seemed more difficult. Either Claire had been operating on adrenaline or something was wedged beneath it. Not that it mattered, through the crack he could see Claire, huddled in the corner, and significant distance between her and the dryer.
"Push," Megabyte ordered John and Dean. As they did, he telekinetically shoved the dryer across the floor, dragging whatever was wedging it in place right along with it.
With enough of an opening to fit through – the dryer was now wedged into the room at an odd angle – Megabyte hurried to Claire's side. He gave her a warm, affectionate smile and smoothed her hair with his good arm, "Now I know who to call when I need to move furniture."
OOC: On with the show . . .
[Dean] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag open)
[Claire] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag MB, Locke, Dean, Isabel, open)
OOC: Suggestion
Re: OOC: Suggestion
[George] What Next? (tag Daniel, May, Sam)
"And things like that don't help," Daniel added.
(Can't argue with that,) she thought.
"Okay," George said, more forcefully. "Let's get this show on the road!"
[Scott] The doctor is in (open tag)
Of those remaining Quentin was by far the most badly injured. Pierson and the Doctor knelt on either side of the unconscious man. Pierson's anxious expression made Scott break into a run. The man was usually unflappable.
"I'm losing him," Pierson muttered as Scott skidded to a halt. The doctor performed CPR, but to no avail. Blood slowly oozed -- not pulsed -- from Quentin's wounds, and he wasn't breathing.
He and the Doctor turned to Scott expectantly. Scott gulped. He knew he was too late, but he'd try anyway. Scott fixed his eyes on the sphere in his bloodied hand.
"Brilliant!" the Doctor exclaimed.
Scott looked up at the Time Lord, baffled. "I haven't done..." Movement in his peripheral vision caught Scott's eye. He turned in time to see a slug rise out of the bullet wound. The broken skin mended itself as the slug slid down Quentin's blood-covered side. He drew a shallow, shuddering breath.
The Doctor, Pierson, and Scott exchanged puzzled looks. Pierson shrugged and checked the formerly dead man's vitals. "He's weak, but... he'll live."
Scott blinked at Quentin for a moment longer. "Okay..." Then he stood and looked around, raising his voice so that everyone in the cafeteria could hear. "Who else is hurt?" (Get over here before I go to sleep for another 14 hours,) he added silently.
[Doctor] The doctor is in (Scott, open tag)
"Scott, I know you're tired, but you may be the only one able to help one of the patients." The Doctor put a hand on Scott's shoulder, the uninjured side. "Ripley. She looked to be hurt badly. Surgery of any sort is out without acid resistant tools, and gloves. And my equipment would be damaged before it could help. She's been taken to the showers, along with Boone. He can be treated."
((OOC: In truth there is nothing I've seen to suggest extraordinary healing abilities on Ripley's part. Conversely, nothing says she doesn't have either. I'd put her in a slightly slower than Slayer healing catagory for game purposes. But she was shot in the side, where kidney, liver or stomach may have been damaged.)
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[Methos] The doctor is in (tag Scott, Doctor, open)
There was more than met the eye to just about everyone here, that was patently obvious to everyone by now, but that didn't mean that Methos was any less surprised to see a bullet leaving Quentin's body of its own free will. The man's heart rate was getting stronger by the second in any case, and he would wake up in no time. Learning how and why could follow some other time.
Shaking his head in bemusement, Methos placed a rolled up tablecloth under the man's head before standing to take a look around. Almost everyone appeared fine now - or as fine as one could be, with dressings and bandages hastily applied. The temptation to wander around and check minor wounds was great, but House seemed to be taking care of that - the irascible medic had stumbled through the door no long ago, retrieving his cane before taking a seat and yelling for the walking wounded to come over so he could make sure they weren't courting septicaemia.
Fine, he grumbled silently as he jogged after Scott and the Doctor. Why couldn't his conscience have stayed buried? Making friends was becoming more of a hassle every bloody year.
[Scott] The doctor is in (tag shower peeps)
The scene inside the bathroom was something Scott could have done without. Jon, Aiden, Ripley, and Boone were soaked to the bone, and the latter two were naked. The fact that Aiden would do well in a wet T-shirt contest was cancelled out by the hideous chemical burns splattered across Boone's skin, and that Ripley looked like a life-sized action figure riddled with bullet holes. As if that weren't enough, the coppery tang of blood and sour acid hung in the humid air.
Pierson immediately checked on Boone. "Unconscious, but stable." He grimaced at the man's chemical burns. "Better off unconscious."
Jon waved Scott over to Ripley. "She stopped bleeding on her own." He smirked. "My shoes haven't melted off, so we must've rinsed off or diluted the acid enough."
Scott nodded and moved to Ripley, who seemed to be sleeping on top of the soaked, acid-burned table. Then her nose twitched. "Cookies," she murmured. "Honey." She grinned as her eyes fluttered open. "Who brought the dessert tray?"
The Doctor and Scott chuckled. Everyone else -- particularly Aiden -- was baffled. Scott laid one hand on her shoulder. Although most of his attention was on her not-quite-human anatomy, he got her talking. "Pierson, I guess. How're you feeling?"
Ripley chuckled, then coughed. "The truth? Pretty crappy."
"That's what you get for throwing yourself in front of bullets," Scott replied. Ripley's physiology was strange. Some parts were nearly human, others partially, and the rest completely, well, alien. Of the four bullet wounds, only one seemed serious. The bullet had passed clear through her torso, somehow only hitting what Scott thought was one of her three kidneys.
"Heh. Some gratitude," Ripley muttered. Her eyelids were getting heavy.
The Doctor frowned at Ripley over Scott's shoulder. "Well?" he prompted in a near whisper.
"One of her kidneys was hit," Scott replied at the same volume. "At least I think it's her kidney. I'm going to try to--"
"For fuck's sake, just do it," Ripley grumbled. "I can hear every word, and it hurts like a sonofabitch."
Scott smiled at his tough-as-nails friend as his sphere glowed in his closed fist. "Okay." He directed the energy to Ripley's immune system, helping it to mend the torn maybe-kidney tissues more rapidly. Since he wasn't actively doing anything progress would be slow. And it was.
Fifteen minutes later Scott dropped the connection with his sphere simply because he couldn't concentrate anymore. He felt like a wrung-out dishrag. "That's it," he managed, leaning on the impromptu gurney. "I'm done. Can't do any more today. It's about 80% healed." Thankfully Ripley was a fast healer normally. The bullet holes were well on their way to closing over.
[Rose/Doctor] The doctor is in (tag shower peeps)
Rose hugged Scott, not caring that she was soaked through. "You did more than anyone else could do. You saved her life while the rest of us were pretty much helpless. Be sure to rub that in when she wakes up." Rose grinned.
"Right. Add to the ever expanding things to do, rig up some acid proof gloves and aprons as well as surgical supplies." The Doctor checked to be absolutely sure Ripley's bleeding had stopped.
"Okay we need to get her out of here and someplace warm. Don't want Scott to have drained himself only to lose Ripley to hypothermia and shock."
Rose knew she was in no condition to help carry Ripley out. But she did help dry the other woman off.
Once she was dried and wrapped in some towels Rose saw the Doctor working with Adam over Boone.
"Come on, then, Scott. I think Ami needs you more than me. You're her official teddy bear, now." Rose was feeling the cold herself. Once she saw Scott to Ami, and assured herself Ami was alright, then she was going to go looking for the room the Doctor had mentioned claiming for her.
The Doctor refused to let the sight of Rose in wet scrubbs distract him. At least on a tangible level.
"I can get the regenrator working on Boone, but the deeper burns are going to leave some nasty scars. Nothing like's left on his mind, though." Pierson was making sure the boy's wounds were fully flushed with baking soda and water.
"Get him moved to a room as soon as you can. I think those handcuffs might come in handy. I'm going to go see if there's magnesium sulfate in the lab and I'll mix up an IV for him. I'm better at the chemistry end anyway."
Redirect
OOC Daniel's Logic
I realize I might not have made the blood/gore bit clear in his response to George.
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