[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?)