[Chris] Wandering the halls

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Who: Chris Perry
Where: Camp Med/The Staff
When: Early morning day 21
Invited: Anyone at Camp Med/The Staff
Status: Complete


Chris had returned to The Staff shortly after they'd established that the Wraith weren't there and the needs for a Reaper was there. So he'd orbed back to the bunker he was temporarily calling home, intending to find either of the Reapers and bring them back to Camp Crash at some point.

The place was surprisingly quiet considering what had happened, and Chris didn't blame them. He'd seen the condition of the bodies at Camp Crash, and was surprised it hadn't been worse. But still, he'd been glad when someone suggested he go back and find one of the Reapers.

As he walked down the hallway, he looked up briefly as something caught his eye. An asian teenager, with bleached hair, a red overshirt, and dark pants. He'd smirked as Chris looked at him. As Chris opened his mouth to ask who in the hell the guy was, he vanished, as if he'd never existed.

"I must be imagining things," he said.

(OOC: That is the King of Spades that Chris is seeing; the stunner did some weird stuff to Kenzaki, enough to let the King of Spades briefly manifest.)

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[Mayday] So not a morning person

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Unlike a number of others frustrated by the events of the previous night, May had yet to wantonly smash anything into little tiny bits. That wasn't because she didn't want to. But the second they'd gotten back inside the bunker, Aiden had seen the blood on her shirt and it was off to the infirmary. May hadn't protested much, though; she was too tired, and the team heading off to the beach camp was long gone. There wasn't much left for her to screw up, really.

She was right about the scratches - they weren't deep enough to be a real problem, if House's comments about "cat scratch fever" were any indication, and it didn't take much to clean and bandage her side. So she fell asleep fairly easily, too tired to really complain about being babied.

The morning was another story. It was House, of all people, who informed her about the dead people on the beach, and also tried to give her a hard time about getting up and around in her condition. May had grabbed his cane and informed him exactly what she was going to do with it and where she was going to put it if he didn't get out of her way. "Promise?" was his response.

"Only if you really want a demonstration," she'd snarled. He had snickered, but moved aside and caught his cane deftly, limping off to find someone else to torture.

She stopped in her old room and fished her spare canisters out of her backpack as well as the web-shooters, refilling and rewrapping them after slipping them on. Might as well be prepared for the next crisis. Grabbing a t-shirt someone had left in the room, she headed down the corridor, looking around for someone who might know what was going on.

She turned a corner and promptly collided with someone else, who had been staring at something to the side. "Oof!"

"Sorry," a familiar voice said.

May looked up to see that she'd just walked into Chris. "Hey. You're back. What's going on?"

He blinked, a bit startled, looking down at her midsection. "Um..."

May looked down, and realized that she hadn't actually put on the T-shirt she'd grabbed, but was walking around in shorts and a sports bra. "Oh." She hastily pulled the shirt over her head, reddening despite the fact that Chris's attention had been drawn more to the bandages than to her lack of shirt. "I mean, what's happening at the beach? Is there anything I can do?" (And is House just a stupid lying bastard who was joking about seven dead people?)

[Chris] Oh, yeah, I was doing something useful.

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"Not much to be done," Chris said, recovering. "The Wraith got to the beach. The beach people dispatched them, but not before we lost seven people." He shook his head a little. "I'm actually here to see if I can find George or Daisy, have them send our dead folks off to the afterlife."

"Oh." May was still holding the t-shirt, still apparently out of it enough to not realize it might be a good idea to put it on.

"You can come if you like, but I have a feeling the memorial service won't be until after one of the Grim Reapers does their job," Chris said. He glanced back at where the ghost had been.

"Forgive me for saying so, but you look like you've just seen a ghost." Mayday was looking at him, concerned.

"I have, but that's not important." He brushed off the comment. "Have you seen George or Daisy?"

[Mayday] Oh, yeah, I was doing something useful.

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Seven people. If she hadn't wasted time babysitting that stupid Wraith...

May cut her train of thought off, refusing to follow it any further. "I thought I saw Daisy going into the cafeteria," she said instead, pointing the way she'd come. "I was just looking for someone other than the Cranky Cane-Wielding Bastard who knew what was going on."

"The Cranky..." It took Chris a second to process. "Oh. House."

"Yeah. That's who greeted me this morning with the news." She finally had the presence of mind to pull the shirt on, careful not to pull off the bandages. "This kind of explains his attitude." She looked back at Chris as they headed down the hallway towards the cafeteria. "I don't know, part of me was hoping it was his idea of a sick joke. Or that I'd heard wrong."

"I don't think he's that sick."

"Me neither, I just didn't want to believe it." She made a face. "This whole island is a sick joke."

Chris didn't argue.

[George] A reaper's work is never done...

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George had been pretty pleased with herself. She'd dispatched the wraiths to their eternal rewards--though in their case, she hoped it involved lakes of fire and pitchforks--and was returning to the bunker for a nice cup of coffee to celebrate. That hadn't lasted long.

The news of the massacre at the beach camp had spread fast among the bunker's inhabitants. George found eyes turning toward her when she entered the cafeteria. "What?" she'd asked, glancing down at herself to see if she had Wraith ichor all over her.

Then she'd heard the news. "Fuck!" She'd tossed the coffee mug she'd just picked up back onto the counter and went looking for Chris. And she'd found him talking to May.

"I hear you're looking for me and Daisy?"

[Chris] Yeah.

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"One or the other of you," Chris agreed. "We have a bunch of our people at the beach that need one of our resident Grim Reapers. You up for it?"

He was aware he was being abrupt, but he knew that they had to do their duty eventually - and better sooner than later.

[George] Do I have a choice?

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George hesitated for just an instant. Would Daisy want to be involved in this? George went over the list of the dead in her mind. The marshal, Lex, Weevil, Harry, Miho, Crane, Clarice.

Aside from Harry, Daisy had been her usual outgoing self with all of them, but not particularly close to any of them. George decided that Daisy wouldn't be terribly put out to miss what promised to be a grimmer than usual task--they didn't ordinarily reap people they'd known at all, much less lived with for several weeks.

"Yeah," George said, "Yeah, I'm up for it. That's why I get the big money," added with an unsuccessful attempt at levity.

"What about Daisy?"

"Eh--let her sit this one out. She's had plenty to deal with lately. Let's get this show on the road."

[Mayday] Can I help, or not?

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May opened her mouth to offer to help, but then shut it again when she realized there really wasn't much she could do. Instead, she said, "You guys need anything else? I can at least let everybody know where you're going."

((OOC: Class has killed my brain. Sorry for the delay.))

[George] Sure

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"Sure," George said. "If you want to let people know where we've gone, that would be great. I'll be back as soon as I can."

George thought about it for a moment. "And probably not alone. After tonight, I think we'll have a lot of new faces around this place."

She looked at Chris. "So, are you ready to do this?"

[Chris] Okay

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"Ready if you are." As George nodded, Chris put a hand on her shoulder and Orbed both of them out to Camp Crash.

CHRIS EXITS, WITH GEORGE.