004. [location: wayne manor] we raise it up

[lambentstar]

Now that Cat is convinced that the bombs aren't going off (she checked all the clocks she could find, just to be that little bit more sure) she's shifted the focus of her organization. After firmly admonishing the Extras that they still had to stay inside, she asked a few of them to join her in setting up a clear space in a room near the kitchen.

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[delcorazon]

Trixie (and Sol, and Morgana, and River) have arrived; Trixie coerced an extra into assisting her with Morgana, whom she has set up on a flat bed with an IV drip to keep her system running smoothly-- she'll be keeping close eye on that, though, she'll go up and check on her intermittently. Rounds are a natural part of things. For now, though: rounding up who's injured and who isn't.

This apparently necessitates standing on a low table to get attention.

"Okay," she calls, voice sharp and confident, "Doctors! I'm gonna need y'all to speak up, let me know who's able to practice medicine. Anybody who has someone with them with life-threatening or critical injuries, stay on the left-hand side of the room, that's point one, and- I'm gonna need someone to do assessment when they come in the door, you don't have to be medical for that. Anyone who is injured but not at immediate risk, you stay in the middle, that's point two. People with minor injuries, go to the right, you're point three, and note: a concussion is not minor, so if you'

[behindfirelight]

Shedding his coat - it's warmer in here and he doesn't really care about the fact this leaves him half-naked with his fascinating array of scars on display (the crucifix burned in over his heart is new) - Sol organizes a pair of Extras to get River set up somewhere out of the way until the chaos here's calmed down a little and starts moving toward the door. "I'll take assessments," he calls over his shoulder.

[delcorazon]

"Thank you," Trixie returns with a nod (why not be shirtless, she figures Taxon's medical system is bizarre enough already), already moving toward her first patient. No time to waste.

[lambentstar]

"And that's Penelope," Cat says, indicating the young woman in question who's set up not far from Morgana, since her condition hasn't been completely evaluated by an actual medical professional, "She still hasn't come around, goddamn it - I'm gonna get back to setting things up, but here's a map that's got the closest hatch and the kitchen marked on it, they're down the hall." Cat puts said map down on the table near Trixie's feet, relieved beyond measure to have the cavalry arriving, so to speak.

"If you need anything, the Extras put up supplies at the back, and the girl standing by them knows where everything is, so you should be set for thread and bandages--I didn't know what to make except first aid and those antirad pills, so you're gonna need that hatch, I figure. If you need me for anything, just yell, I ain't going far." Cat nods, smiling faintly, and goes about rearranging the room's furniture to suit Trixie's specifications - more beds to the left, chairs to the right, and a mixture in the middle.

[delcorazon]

"Shit, Penny." Trixie looks moderately distressed by this, but she figured the chances would be high she'd work with someone she knew (and that's familiar, at least no one was actively shooting at them here). She gets off the table, avoiding jostling the map, and nods gratefully to Cat--there is so much stuff that goes into medicine, having a location and things set up and machinery and carrying objects; Extras being employed, also, is definitely making this less stressful.

Now she just has to do her job.

She hustles down to Penny to start taking vitals and doing assessment, already reasonably certain she's going to need a doctor's assistance here. It seems to primarily be rib injuries (a lot of them), but she wants to be absolutely certain there's nothing internally bleeding or punctured.

[meanwhileback]

Bizarrely, the first thing Penelope realizes when she comes to is that someone has cleaned her face off, which is an enormous help. The second thing she notices is that there's a big ol' bandage around her ribs and something absolutely delicious is flowing through her veins, making her just fuzzy enough to still know she's in a lot of pain, but not really give a shit.

It is beautiful. She would like to find whoever is responsible for this and give them passionate licky-style makeouts. ...Possibly that is a side effect of the glorious drug she's on.

"Ugh," is not the most dignified thing she can say upon regaining consciousness, but it is probably last on a very long list of things Penelope cares about right now. "Where am I?" That's first.

[stockholmes]

Watson, too, sheds his jacket, but unlike the man from before, this leaves the gentleman in a long sleeved white shirt with a waistcoat over it, looking positively dapper despite the circumstances and the near-scowl upon his face. It's a lot worse than he'd anticipated, and there are quite a few pieces of medical equipment with which he is unfamiliar, and he suddenly worries that he's a little too outdated to be of any real use.

Still. "John Watson, M.D.," he says, unbuttoning his cuffs before rolling up the sleeves, "I'll do what I can, though I might needs some assistance with this equipment."

[delcorazon]

"Well, you handle the hands-on, I'll play assistant and handle the tech," Trixie says, decisively, "if you want, when we hit a lull I can appraise you of some of the 21st century stuff we've got laying around here. Until then, good to have you aboard."

(She is no longer standing on the furniture now, by the way.)