[Open Log] It's now my twenty-fifth hour with a scalpel in my hand
Who: Open to all Skye Medical Personnel and Patients (and maybe a surprise NPC or two)
When: Tuesday through Wednesday, March 1st & 2nd.
Where: Skye Medical Center (Specify where in threads)
Summary: A terrorist broadcast has brought the hospital to a high level of alert, the life support systems threatened.
Warnings: Possibly some discussion of euthanasia ethics? Kooky cult shenanigans. Extra security pat-downs.
The hospital is still operating, albeit in a state of crisis management high alert. Visitation is currently closed to the public, and there is the extra presence of SPPD officers and (surprise!) some of AGI's corporate security guards to lend a hand, ensuring no suspicious persons are tampering with pulling the plug on any patients.
Skye's waiting room for the clinic is emptying slower, and the armed security that flanks the entrance add an ominous note to the usual 'friendly open door policy'.
All personnel are reminded to wear their hospital badges prominently for ease of identification check. They are additionally requested to stay in the building for their breaks, at least until there's updated developments from the police.
The mood is tense, restless. It's not any busier of a day than usual...in fact, the calm over the hum of machines, along with the wary over-cautious hush in the hallways, is almost eerie.
When: Tuesday through Wednesday, March 1st & 2nd.
Where: Skye Medical Center (Specify where in threads)
Summary: A terrorist broadcast has brought the hospital to a high level of alert, the life support systems threatened.
Warnings: Possibly some discussion of euthanasia ethics? Kooky cult shenanigans. Extra security pat-downs.
The hospital is still operating, albeit in a state of crisis management high alert. Visitation is currently closed to the public, and there is the extra presence of SPPD officers and (surprise!) some of AGI's corporate security guards to lend a hand, ensuring no suspicious persons are tampering with pulling the plug on any patients.
Skye's waiting room for the clinic is emptying slower, and the armed security that flanks the entrance add an ominous note to the usual 'friendly open door policy'.
All personnel are reminded to wear their hospital badges prominently for ease of identification check. They are additionally requested to stay in the building for their breaks, at least until there's updated developments from the police.
The mood is tense, restless. It's not any busier of a day than usual...in fact, the calm over the hum of machines, along with the wary over-cautious hush in the hallways, is almost eerie.