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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."
[Faith] A Helping Hand (tag Jon, first aiders, open)
(Note to self, watch it if you spar with Ripley.)
The noticing of Ripley's blood brought Faith back from her singular stunned moment and she slid forward, scooping up Brain Pulp's discarded gun. The stinging, burning sensation was getting worse.
Looking down, Faith saw that her shirt, covered in a literal splatter of 'blood' was dissolving.
"Really starting to think that maybe I just shouldn't get dressed," Faith muttered, quickly ripping the shirt away from her body. She tossed the damaged bunched up scrub top onto a spot that was particularly heavy in Ripley's acidic blood, not knowing if it would help, but figuring that it certainly wouldn't hurt.
With a sweep forward, she grabbed up the Brain Pulp's discarded gun, ejected the ammo, and swore when she tried to tuck the gun neatly into the waistline of scrubs.
"Additional note to self, get some real clothes," Faith grumbled. Her skin was turning red in spots and blistering a bit; Slayer healing would take care of it, and she didn't have time to worry about the hurt. There were people down, and people hurt worse than she was.
Plus, you know, Acidic Blood.
"I'll help move Ripley," Faith announced, stepping up to the makeshift gurney. "Not real worried about the acid content." She handed the gun to Jon, "Find something to do with this, will ya?"
[OOC: Yes, Faith is topless (again). And braless. And, of course, not caring.]