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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."

[Mayday] Getting Back on Task (tag Daniel, open)

Date: 2006-08-28 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weirdweb.livejournal.com
May resisted the urge to wave her arms around like a crazy person as her last exclamation drew blank looks from the others. /Not like they knew what I was talking about. Gah! Stop panicking, girl, start being coherent!/

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!"

[Isabel] Joining in (tag Daniel, open)

Date: 2006-08-28 05:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nohatmatt.livejournal.com
Isabel's disorientation had faded after the black woman stopped screaming, and she now had only a slight headache. She'd stayed in her chair, unsure of what to do as everyone seemed to have someone attending to them, including a man - the screaming woman's Scott from the way he calmed her down - who seemed to have healing powers.

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)

Date: 2006-08-28 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com
Dean didn't like being separated from Sam, but now wasn't the time to argue. Not with a pregnant lady on the loose. He retrieved his shotgun from the bag. "Sam, take this." and tossed the book to him.

"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.
From: [identity profile] weirdweb.livejournal.com
May sighed at Dean's usual lack of tact, noticing that Sam was rolling his eyes as well. She hadn't responded to George's outburst since it wouldn't do any good and she was used to the refrain of being "the new girl." Besides, it was even clearer than before just why the others were so wary of them.

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...

Date: 2006-08-29 12:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weirdweb.livejournal.com
Since I'm sure everyone else will head back when it gets out that Claire's been found, I'm redirecting this over here again (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/97075.html) for anyone who wants to hang out outside the room where Molly, Tara and Chris are. Or at least for Chris to tell May to get stuffed, which doesn't really deserve another thread. ;)
From: [identity profile] nohatmatt.livejournal.com
"Thankyou, Dean," Isabel said. "I'll follow your lead, you know this place much better than me."

She looked at Daniel. "And thankyou, Daniel."

She followed the others out of the room to start searching.
From: [identity profile] sophiedb.livejournal.com
OOC: that was far too easy.. can't be having that *g*

"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!"

[Dean] That Was a Little Too Easy (tag open)

Date: 2006-08-28 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aliencrabcakes.livejournal.com
Dean was glad that Claire was found and unhurt. He helped push on the door, but stumbled a fraction when a sudden force pushed it further. He frowned, but figured it was just one of the guys giving some "help".

He turned to see where Isabel was. Making sure she was always within his sight. "So, shall you take her back tot he cafeteria while the rest of us continue with a sweep of the place?"
From: [identity profile] sophiedb.livejournal.com
"Ha bloody ha," Claire mumbled, dropping back down to the floor after a botched attempt to stand. Her ankle wasn't in a particularly friendly mood, though she was trying. Very trying, I'll bet. It's a wonder anyone puts up with me. "I didn't think it was possible to feel worse than I did, but everyone's got something they're good at, right?"

She looked over at Damon, smiling reflexively when he did and leaning into his touch without really thinking about it. Ok so she felt like crap, but maybe she should give it another go, not least because this floor was cold and hard. Beckoning to Locke, Claire tried to put a brave face on things.

"How 'bout the two of you give me a hand up? I know I must weigh a tonne these days, but I'm only little, honest - ohmygodDamonyou'rebleeding!"

"It's ok, nothing to worry about," he assured her quickly.

"But he should be resting it," Locke continued dryly, which didn't do much for Claire's concern. "Dean, could you give me a hand?"

The other guy - Claire remembered him vaguely from the cafeteria yesterday - looked back and forth from Locke to someone outside the room. She heard a muffled "don't move" before he stepped forward and she caught sight of an unfamiliar blonde around her own age. Wow, the list of strays is getting bigger every day.. maybe we've finally found another Aussie, or at least someone less self-absorbed than Shannon.

"Uh, hi?" she waved tentatively, wondering why the girl was staring at her like she'd seen an extremely unwelcome ghost.

OOC: and now I'm afraid that it's time for bed.. sorry.. :)

Re: OOC: Suggestion

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[George] What Next? (tag Daniel, May, Sam)

Date: 2006-08-28 06:06 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com
"...oh," George said. She glanced down at herself. Her t-shirt was thoroughly bloody and sticking to her unpleasantly. While she was looking down, she felt a twinge of pain and a slug popped out of her shirt and fell to the floor with a clatter.

"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)

Date: 2006-08-28 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
After one last squeeze of Ami's hand Scott reluctantly left her side, leaving their link wide open. What he really wanted to do was lie down beside her and sleep. The pungent odors of blood and acid were none too subtle reminders that others were badly hurt.

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)

Date: 2006-08-28 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
The Doctor looked around. The worst cases among the innocent human-ish bystanders were tended, and non-critical. At least with Quentin's miraculous recovery. Maybe he was in some way related to Sue.

"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.)

OOC

Date: 2006-08-28 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sophiedb.livejournal.com
Oops, I must have gotten my wires crossed on that one *eep* apologies.
From: [identity profile] sophiedb.livejournal.com
Well, well, well.

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)

Date: 2006-08-29 12:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
On his way to the showers Scott prayed that Ripley's wounds weren't severe, or that they'd mostly healed already. (She's a hybrid. A human-bug-like alien hybrid. I could do more harm than good.) A pulse of sleepy encouragement carried over his link with Ami. Scott smiled briefly. /Thanks, love./

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.
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
Ripley was out like a light now that the pain was gone. Wet, naked, but with most of her wounds in an advanced state of healing.

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

Date: 2006-08-29 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
Scott's going back to bed now. (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/96983.html?thread=3235799#t3235799)

OOC

Date: 2006-08-28 09:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sophiedb.livejournal.com
I think Locke's helping with the shower scene (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/96983.html?thread=3218135#t3218135), but this probably works anyway :)

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