(OOC) The chaos is over; the dust settles.

[xmm_quark]

And...more logs! The Congo TP, a huge success in my own opinion, is finally over. So, rightfully, here are some logs from the last few bits and pieces.

Off-Grid RP Room #2
You see nothing special.
[Exits : [O]ut ]
[Players : Emma, Logan, Staren, Norenvalei, Jareth, Hank, and Sophie ]

A campsite? Right... more like campground. The clearing where the plane finally drug itself to a stop has been 'civilized' to an extent. The plane a bit more comfortable with chairs removed or knocked out of the way. And a number of other little small changes. Behind the plane, in the ditch it dug out with it's crash, still burns a pillar to the heavens, a now small square pyramidal bonfire, kept steadily going by Noren who every now and then would walk up the burning side of it to add more wood. The changes now? The bonfire is now about 8 feet in diameter and around 12 foot tall flaming stack of wood. Nor has turned away from her small bonbon (candy, or treat, depending how you look at it) to the cooking fire where she's heating up the leftovers of last nights stew in the gazelle's skin. She just needs someone to go get more water for the stew and for drinking.

Staren awakens from a short nap inside the airplane. She gets up and stretches, then walks out of the airplane over to Noren. "Hi... How's the food doing? How are you doing?"

Norenvalei nods at Staren, "I'm doing fine, the stew is boiling, but keeping the skin from catching fire whilst letting the water boil is /hard/ You want to handle this for a while, I'm going to extinguish the fire from the other side real quick, then make the call for breakfast." She ducks under one of the tripod poles and shifts while handing the confiscated-from-the-plane broomstick/stirring rod towards Staren. "Dr. McCoy is my real concern though. If we don't get help soon, I'm afraid we may have to remove the metal thingy from his arm ourselves. I don't know how that'd affect him. Or which is greater risk. Having it there or removing it. I think we can wait a couple more days though. Day after tomorrow. Don't let him know though. He might tear it away himself to avoid us trying it."

Staren nods, and stirs.

Unfortunately, Quark--who would typically love to help Noren with her cooking--is currently unavailable for help. Instead, he's lying down wrapped up in a comfortable blanket near the fire's warmth, both of which help counter the chills he is still suffering from. While the 'minor operation' was successful in clearing up some of the infection, he is still without modern medicine to help heal him, therefore leaving him yet with other symptoms of the infection. Hence, the chills. However, he is still fully conscious and stable, despite reduced time of sleep and other such matters. Smiling weakly at Noren as the meaty scents flow over to his nose, he offers quietly, "Smells good." He shivers once, but tries to imagine how the warmth of the cooked meat will help fight his chills.

Norenvalei ducks and focuses, then brings her hand down and over the fire, moving both her hands back and forth over it until all that is left of the fire is nothing but cold, not even smouldering embers. Amazing what a little bundle of cold can do with a little forceful touch.

High, high overhead the thin whine of a plane can be heard, though it's nothing to get excited about as several times over the past day or so, air-transportation has made its presence known to those with keen senses, rubbing in the fact that civilization continues to exist somewhere. The only thing even remotely interesting about this one is that it's path takes it with the line of sight of the castaways.

Sophie comes up from the river, where she's been grubbing up plants. In her arms there are some taro roots, some garlic, and even a few small wild onions and wild yams. She brings them near the cooking fire, then piles her loot where Noren can easily see it. "I found these. . . those round brown roots I think I remember seeing in a book somewhere. Hawaiians boil them and eat them with their fingers. Can't we --" She breaks off, shivering a little as vibrations are felt that she hasn't felt for . . . well, ever since they were stranded here. She gestures upwards. "Look!"

Hank mutters in his sleep. He's been sleeping a lot, ever since his injury, and he doesn't look good. His normally fluffy fur is hanging lank, with a foul odor, there are dark circles under his eyes, and somewhere along the line his glasses were broken too. Ears hang dejectedly downwards, though as the plane flies overhead, they prick. "Find the flares. . . " he mutters.

Logan has noticed the plans air traffic pattern above, and noted that the kids from the other camp haven't made much of an appearance. Figuring that it's finally safe enough for everyone else, with Logan around, he finally steps into the camp noiselessly, taking a peek at the situation. Still covered in mud, and some crude waist covering garment, Logan puts his hands on his hips and grins. "So, ya'll still managed without me huh?"

Staren looks over in Logan's direction. "...Coach Logan!?"

Norenvalei stands, bumping against one part of the tripod, almost destroying the stew and knockign the tripod over in the process, but turns to follow Sophie's finger and line of sight. She ignores the food to jump and run to the pile of firewood that's been gathered where she starts grabbing up greenwood, breaking off tree branches, leaves, and whatever that will make /lots/ of smoke as it burns. "Just need them to look down." And back over to the fire where she half jump, half runs a little over halfway up the side to place them across the top before jumping off and down. She doesn't even hear Dr. McCoy's muttering, focusing on the matter at hand.

Sophie nods to herself, relieved, as at least one person got her message! As she turns to tend to Quark, her flying fingers ("Quark, how are you holding up? Do you need anything?") suddenly stop. And then, they start up again, rather blankly with one hand, spelling out a name. "Logan." Her blue eyes give him a once over as she signs cautiously, echoing the words in her head. << < Logan? Are you -- all right? >> >

Quark blinks and sort of jumps / shuffles / crawls away from the cooking area with a muttered complaint, just in case Noren's sudden movement might cause the hot cooking food to end up on top of him. And that would really add insult to injury, or worse--even -more- injury to injury. Managing a wave to Logan, who seems to have otherwise gone mostly ignored (due as much to his odd attire as the plane spotting), he offers a simple "Ummm...welcome back?" Shivering only once, he takes a moment to inspect the antitoxic plantain poultice on his infected leg, offering a simple ASL response to Sophie, (I'm fine. I think.) He does not, however, look up to the plane; he heard the distant engine a few moments ago, and didn't even bother to get excited in his currently dejected state. Apparently, he doesn't want to get overanxious and assume this plane will save them--as far as he knows, they could be stuck here forever.

Logan gives a bit of a nod to Sophie's telepathic querie, still shaking himself to try and get the loose bits of dirt off himself. His response, mirrored both as he speaks out loud and thinks outloud, <<" Well, I think so, I'm not going to kill anyone if that's what you mean.">> Nodding to Quark, watching him hobble out of the way of burning food, nods. "Thanks." Taking alook around, his lips curl up on oneside, before he moves into action, joining Noren in signalling the plane as he sniffs out for the phosporous tang of the signal flares, before he finds the box tucked away in the cockpit, and fishes them out, readily aiming a charge towards the plane flying overhead, and firing a bright orange burst of light into the air. "It's about time those guys found your position. They've only had like, two days of knowing where we are."

Staren asks, "We could just have Ceta send up a star... And who knows where we are?"

The plane continues on in it's easterly direction, disappearing over the edges of the treetops, its steady drone audible for a moment more.

Hank is finally roused by movement, and voices, and scent. He opens blue eyes gone dull with pain, and blearily looks around him. "Oh, Logan. You're here. Will you be . . . staying around . . . this time?" He closes his eyes again, though he isn't asleep. It's just too much effort to open them. "No. . . Staren, flares. . . they'll recognize. . . as such. I'm sorry. . . I can't help more."

Off in the nearby woods, Jareth has been busily finding wood to supply the fire. Until shortly before the plane arrives, he's leisurely searching, then carrying an armful of largish branches back to the campsite. When he hears the engines overhead, he looks skyward to examine the plane's path, blinks a few moments later, and then proceeds running back toward the fire with his load of wood. Once at the fire, he drops the wood nearby and begins piling on leaves and fresh branches. Seeing Norenvalei doing the same, he smiles dryly. "Great minds think alike, huh?" After piling on some of his portion, he leaves the fire to her and goes to see to Hank as Logan launches a flare. "If they miss all that, they need some damn good glasses."

Norenvalei ducks at the sound of the flaregun and turns around to see.. Professor Logan? "Professor LOGAN" She turns and runs over towards him, but stops short of trying to hug him. "Where have you been? I... we've.. been worried about you" are her questions. But rather than stand still, she goes after more green wood to pile onto the downwind side of the fire and keep piling.

Logan says, "Need a ride back to civilization like the rest of you folks, so yeah, don't worry. Not going anywhere. Trust me though, that it was for your own good. You haven't wondered why no critters have attacked the camp haven't you?" Logan gives a predatory look as he idly starts to rub some of the thicker layers of mud off of himself. "Maybe if we shoot at them, they'll notice." Giving a nod towards Noren, he pats her on the shoulder, his hand stained a deep red colour as he answers her question in a round about way.

Sophie glances down at her gloves. They're going to need replacing fairly soon. She shrugs. Then, as the plane disappears, and it's vibrations can no longer be felt, she goes to the wood pile, jerks a decently sized bit of wood out, and hurls it away with all her might. It's the physical equivalent of swearing.

Quark doesn't comment about the plane and its failure to see them; it just irritates him more, taking even the small smile that had been on his face away. Just their rotten luck. Scowling, he just lies back down, taking a deep breath in an attempt to force himself to calm down, he mentally curses at himself for being so clumsy and unlucky as to be forced into this rotten condition. If he had been in fine condition and uninjured, he could probably chain teleport up to the airplane and into the cockpit--if he was desperate enough to get out of this jungle. Which he was. But, as he's currently unable to even teleport without upsetting his stomach, he can do nothing besides complain and blame himself for not being able to help. Bah.

Staren asks, "you really think we can get that plane's attentioin?"

Hank looks up as Jareth approaches him. "I guess. . . they need glasses, then, eh?" It's a weak joke. But still a joke. Hank starts to mutter. "Quark needs his plantain skins changed, new ones need to be boiled and applied. We need to keep everybody together in camp. . . we have to find that flight attendant. . . we have to get out of here. . . . ration the water. . . find Logan -- no. . . Logan came to us. . . " He frowns thoughtfully. "And I need to renew my privelges at Lennox when we return." He's not babbling, but talking does tend to distract him from his shoulder.

Norenvalei stops when she reaches the fire, then grins as she turns towards Logan, "You're strong, right? Maybe if we make a bigger fire." She points towards a tree of a breed similar to pine, guaranteed to light and smoke worse than a chainsmoker on his last cigarette. "Need it cut into three to cover the side for it to be on right, and in half again after it falls, to position it right, three on the south, and three on the east sides." She frowns, and stares around, "And where in the" *insert censored french swearing here* "is Ceta? She could be hurling her little stars up at them and if Chris could teleport, he could probably get her close enough to do it effectively." And then it's out of sight, to her underbreath muttering.

Averillix is in a vine hammock a little ways up one of the trees. Yes, she's industrious and smart. The whole little 'look! much varieties of pretty flowers' has worn off, and she's been moaning and whining and complaining all day. Mostly about... "We are going to DIE out here and I will NEVER get to see my AUSTIN again! And I will get ate by a DOLPHIN!" A whimper, a whine, and she turns over in the hammock. Noren's swearing makes her cop a face, and she glowers out of the tree. "(Some of us understand you, you know! Keep it down!)"

Logan looks at Noren funny. "What, you think I'm Paul Bunyon or something? I ain't about to go lumberjackin' my war around this camp site here darlin. There's a runway about 10 miles out from here, I'm pretty sure they've seen us, they're probably just trying to find out how to get to us."

Ceta steps into view in time to hear Noren's swearing in French, most of which she the Hawaiian girl doesn't understand ... well, except for 'merde.' "Airplane. Where are they supposed to land for a rescue? The only landing strip I know of out here is the one *our* plane dug ..." She squints at the plane, gathering 'starlight' in her hands, and tries to figure out where the best place is to make her 'distress signal' appear.

That flight attendant is sitting three feet away from him, where she's been more or less during the entire time he's been injured. Not doing much, mind you, but "I'm right here, Dr. McCoy," Trina replies peevishly, sliding from her rock and crawling to where he can see her. "Might not be Lennox Hospital, but you think you could tell us what we're supposed to do if they didn't see us? I mean about your shoulder."

Norenvalei turns her head and swears back at Averillix in french again, then ends with saying, "We aren't going to die out here, but if you get ate, as far up in that tree as you are, it'll more likely be an Ocelot than a Dolphin at the rate you're going!" ....maybe she's getting just a little stressed. Yep, deffinitely a little stressed.

Sophie simply starts to pace back and forth. "I hate feeling useless," she signs to nobody in particular, even though just about everybody can see what she's saying. "And I hate not having had a shower forever and I hate eating nothing but fruit and meat, and I hate not being able to *help* anything. . . . " She sighs, and keeps pacing.

Despite his surprise at how closely Noren's irritation matches his, Quark sighs and, eyes closed as he tries to catch up on his lost sleep (now that he doubts that plane will come back), comments to Noren, "Now, come on, Noren. Let's just try and calm down; we're all friends here." Even though he thinks there situation is becoming more and more helpless, and that they never will get out of the jungle. Pot calling the kettle black...right.

Hank marshalls the wits to think objectively about his shoulder. "I suppose the first thing to do is to see how the metal is bonded. If it can be lifted off of whatever is left, or whether it would be better to take it out and let me regrow the joint. Which I can do, but it might take some time, perhaps as much as two weeks. And it depends on if there is anything trying to regenerate underneath there, from my symptoms I believe there's a good chance that there is some necrosis happening, and that will have to be dealt with." He sighs. "Pain managment throughout the ordeal. Morphine. And a sling or some such to immobilize my arm while it heals. . . "

Ceta double-checks her hands to make sure they're clean, then signs to Sophie, 'We'll get out of here soon, I'm sure of it.' "So," she asks out loud (signing for Sophie too), "who sensed the plane coming? Wish I *had* been here ,,,"

Logan watches everyone getting all upset, and worrying. "Geeze, it's only been a week and you're all thinking you're gonna die. Geeze. Have a little faith people. Jean's sending help already, should be here in no time, actually." Turning towards Hank, Logan chuckles a bit. "Could just cut it clean out for ya? Easier to regrow stuff that way." Turning towards Ceta, Logan points to himself, Hank and then Sophie. "I would imagine, anyways." He points in the direction of the landing strip not a few miles away. "They'll be coming in that direction. I'll let you know if anyone's coming."

Jareth's expression tightens some as the plane continues on its way, but he continues to watch in the suspicion or hope that it's continuing on to come down somewhere. After all, the little clearing isn't precisely an airstrip to rival O'Hare International. He smiles mirthlessly at Hank without looking away from the sky. After thinking a few moments, he finally looks back toward the clearing. "If there's a runway that close, they'll be able to see the smoke from the fire, and they can follow it through the jungle. They may have seen it already and sent out that plane to investigate. For now, let's keep the fire going and stay put in case we get company."

Sophie nods to Ceta. "I felt it." The plane, that is. "But what good is it if it just went right on by?" she says, frustrated. "I know *I'm* not going to die, but having to live *here* for the rest of my life? Worse." She sighs. "I want to go *home*."

Norenvalei sighs and hangs her head, "In any case, the leftovers are ready for brunch. So help yourselves." She then signs to Sophe, 'Take those (points at the vege's Sophe brought) plane.' A simple three hand movements indicating to take and move the plants Sophe had brought and store them in the plane. Then she continues to sign as she speaks, "We can save them for later in case we need them. Or take them with us."

Ceta says, "If what Logan said is right, Sophie, then help's already on the way." She pauses in her signing to give the girl a cheery grin and a thumbs-up. "So it shouldn't be more than another day ... for all we know, that plane had the search party on board."

Quark blinks and opens his eyes, looking back up at the empty sky with another small glimmer of hope. So maybe that plane -could- still help them? The glimmer of hope grows anew at the mention that Jean is working to help them; if that's true, then things have to be alright! Sitting up a bit and resting on his arms, he looks into the dark jungle, eyes scanning for any signs of change or help on the way. "Can anyone -still- sense the plane?" he asks aloud, hoping that help is, in fact, certainly on the way.

Trina nods at Hank's analysis as if she understood more than every two words. Well, she understood morphine at least. "And is there some left?" she asks, glancing up at the man... who... flew past... days ago. Er... "Welcome back Mister Logan... I think..."
Sophie nods at Noren and gathers up the abandoned vegetables, picking her way through the crowd of students to safely stash them where they won't attract ants. Or flies. Once finished, she goes back to Noren. "Let me have two cups, one for Quark and one for Dr. McCoy. They can't do it themselves."

The plane is definitely long gone, and it'll be many minutes until the caravan of jeeps and personnel inching their way through the forest can be seen, heard, or felt. But at that moment, they veer slightly to the west, stopping to clear brush from a path that barely qualifies as such.

Logan nods towards the flight attendant, absently rubbing dried, caked on mud off of himself, revealing a toned, muscular physique underneath. "Jean managed to get ahold of me telepathically, she knows where we are, so there's no more whining about it alright? It's not easy getting troops through the jungle." He pauses, "If that's all they have to send to get us. Least someone knows we're here." Logan takes the opportunity to listen, before he cants his head and grins, "See? What'd I tell ya." Pointing off in the direction he indicated eariler. "Jeeps."

Hank sighs at Trina. "Morphine? No. I never had any to begin with, hence my current state. Constant and severe pain is quite dehibilitating. Frankly, I would rather be dead than deal with this one more day."

Norenvalei points towards Staren, "Ask him. He's handling it cause I'll just make the stew too cold for y'alls consumption. I'll help myself last and eat whatever is left." She frowns, "And after what those other visitors did the other day? We know not if they are friend nor foe. Eat up. We may not get the chance again for a while yet." If anything, they can enjoy their last moments in this paradise away from society and the noises and the hated politicians.

Staren exclaims, "We're finally saved? Alright!"

Emma (OOC) thwaps Logan. I said no one would be able to hear them yet!

Sophie then turns toward Staren, smoothing out a bit of dirt for him, and getting his attention. "Dole out food. Quark and McCoy first. I'll help."

Logan (OOC) grins. "I was in the middle of posing when you did. I read it wrong.. n_n;"
Emma (OOC) falls over. I mean, I'm as eager as the next person to get y'all outta here, but geez... :p

Averillix makes another whine now, and she tries to roll over again when she falls out of the hammock and gives a high pitched squeal. Instantly her eyes turn panic red in alarm, and a plethora of vines shot forward to catch her... but end up wrapping the flower girl in a cocoon all the way up to her shoulders. "Professor Logan!" she calls out, wiggling her head some. "I think that I will maybe am going to need some help..." She gives an embarassed laugh.

Staren nods. "Okay." She starts... doling out food. "Tonight is gazelle soup night here in The Jungle, so I don't need to take your order, just give you soup. here you go, here you go, here you go..."

Logan isn't hungry by any means, having had his share of wild game in the last week to keep him full for a month. He frowns, as he guess he's hearing things. "Sorry, must have just been Quarks stomach." He's about to spring into action, watching Averil fall out of her hammock before she entagles herself in vines. Giving a quiet laugh, he trots across the camp to help cut the flower girl out of her cocoon.

( Logan and Beast would note it first; a familiar metallic scent approaching slowly.. Though this time, Chrome makes no attempt to approach with stealth.. the young man is walking very slowly towards the camp, quietly weighing whether the Xavuierites will simply shoot him first, before talking... Well, that's the gamble. ) [Spoofed By: Creed]

Sophie grins at Staren and takes two portions, one of which she delivers to Quark with a rueful smile, then going to Hank's side to give him his meal.

Ceta sighs quietly, looking skyward for a moment as though wondering whether to send up a flare after all ... then decides that if Jean sent a search party, she probably sent people who knew where to look closely enough to find this group. And with that thought in mind, she goes off to get some leftover stew for herself. "At least that answers the question of whether we'll be spending the rest of our lives out here ..." ^_^

Quark nods at Noren, silently agreeing with her calm, albeit grim, logic. Still, he licks his lips once, a small growl of hunger audible as it echoes from his stomach. As Staren and Sophie walk around handing out the food, he can't help but watch Averillix fall and catch herself with vines; he chuckles under his breath, turning to Sophie with a grin and a quickly signed "Thank you" before digging into the stew. Mmmm...it may not be much, but when you're tired, sick, and starving, even foreign meat tastes delicious.

Hank is just swallowing the first mouthful of his soup when he coughs, sputters, and tries to heave himself to his feet. "Logan!" Of course he fails, merely attaining getting to his knees. "He's back! He's back!" he shouts, probably startling half the camp. So long as they don't think he's having delusions, it'll all be fine. His good arm points wildly out to where Chrome is approaching.

Norenvalei waits till everyone's shares have been doled out before taking her hands and just eating straight out of the gazelle skin makeshift pot. "I wonder if I can take this back with us. It would make a nice carpet or rug or blanket."

Trina falls forward as the Doctor starts to flail. vainly trying to get him to settle down, her hand pressing him back against his good shoulder. "Hey! Stop! You're gonna..." her voice trails off as she looks up toward where Hank points. "Oh, gawd..." she whispers under her breath.

Logan turns, claws already out as he deftly cuts Averil out her vine imprisonment, carefull to actually stop swinging as he looks away. Giving Averillix a tug to yank her out completely, Logan darts across the camp to reach the flare gun, loading another charge as he stands, leveling it at the young man, catching Chrome's footsteps through the jungle as much as Hank does. "Yeah Doc, I see him. No worries, no one else is taking a metal grafting as long as I'm around." Looking down the stubby barrel of the flare gun, he calls out to Chrome, the improvised weapon held rock steady, as Logan already has a judge of the distance from firing the weapon eariler. "Hold it right there kid...The rest of you get back to the plane. If you're looking for a fight, you ain't getting one this time, less you want to lose a few limbs of your own."

Ceta looks up from her stew; she was about to start trying to comfort Noren, but Hank's warning provides a typically untimely distraction. . o O ( Oh, great ... ) "You'll have some trouble cleaning it out, but it might be worth it ... need a hand taking it inside?" she asks, holding her stew carefully as she gets to her feet (without using her hands, yet ^^). "Get the injured inside first," she then calls out to her fellow students. "I'll bring up the rear and cover the door!"

Fwomp, onto the ground goes Avex. "Merci beaucoup," comes the soft whimper, a hand going to rub her back. She does smile some, however, looking up at the trees. "You know, if we are still out here for a long time, we can survive with the trees? They are so unique; like this one has vines..." Uh oh. Flower powered Averillix is back, and the typically shy and rational French girl goes to yammering about all sorts of flora statistics.

Staren helps with moving Hank back to the plane. Quark can teleport, after all.

Chrome stops in place at Logan's threat, his muddy brown eyes raised to peer in the direction of Wolverine's voice. Hands held at a slight angle out from his sides, palms forward, and empty... Not that he needs to be carrying a weapon to be dangerous.. He notes with an arched brow and quiet "hm," as Ceta begins calling out.. rather rational orders. Pity more on his side were'nt so rational. "I am not looking for a fight this time." He speaks quietly, but clearly.. "Though I imagine you will not trust me."

Sophie turns, and as Chrome comes into her sight, she gasps, automatically stepping in front of Quark. And Ceta, for that matter. In two swift motions her gloves are off, and her fingerfangs bared for action.

Staren helps if it is needed with Hank, if not she runs over to Quark to help him, wondering why he isn't teleporting.

Quark opens his mouth to joke to Noren about the gazelle skin, but instead curses under his breath as Chrome appears again. Quickly--surprisingly quickly, considering he's temporarily handicapped and all--he crawls backwards towards the plane, alternating moving his arms and his good leg to scuttle towards the plane. Well, at least Sophie is there to protect him in his weakness; let's see that Chrome guy attack him now! Mwahaha...Although, he thinks ironically to himself, maybe having a metal leg right now would be an improvement. As Staren rushes over to help him, he mutters the answer to what Staren is most likely thinking, "Umm...I can't exactly teleport right now. I'm in pain, and I can't focus..."

Hank settles on his knees, looking between Logan and Chrome. As much as the hair on the back of his neck is raising, the scientist can't quite dismiss Chrome all together. "Trust must be earned based on actions," he rasps out. "What do you want?"

Logan says, "Well, you're right on one account. We don't trust you." As he thumbs backwards to Hank, Logan tilts his head a bit, getting a bead on Chrome with one eye closed. "What he said, besides, what have you come back for then if not for a rumble in the jungle?" Logan keeps his ears open at the activities of the students behind him, before he looks aside for a second and then back.

Ceta keeps chivying her fellow students into the plane ... moving to help Quark while Sophie is covering the two of them, but once he's securely inside, Sophie is going to be the next one in. Ceta *is* going to bring up the rear, thank you very much, and guard the door from the inside; she's probably one of the best-suited students to fend off an opponent who only needs to touch you to inflict a world of hurt (although she's hoping this can be settled peacefully, too).

Norenvalei shakes her head at Ceta, "I'll stay out here. I'm more of a danger than a help in closed quarters. What good would it do for me to be with you inside to be safe if ye all froze to death?" She continues to eat without focusing on the goings on around her. Chris's pain reflects in her subtle frustration that is about as subtle as Logan's crude nature. She grumbles as she feels the stew starting to freeze around her hand, the water getting harder to move. The final straw for her is when she brings up a piece of meat to nibble on and it's frozen before it gets to her mouth causing her to almost chip a tooth. Another slew of swearwords proceed from her mouth as the gazelle skin bursts and a frozen chunk of what was stew now slams into the ground and deadened embers. Iced over. So much for lunch. She turns towards Logan, "I could really use a good fight right now, Professor. If only to work out some kinks."

Trina does what any smart, young, non-mutant should do in this situation. She begins to ease herself out of the situation. Not like Hank would listen to her at the moment and stay calm and/or still, so she turns and starts crawling away, over and around boxes and rocks and whatever else in the area that is in the nature of cover.

Staren ohs. "I see..." Once she and Ceta help Quark back to the plane, she continues to watch through the door, curious what the other people want this time.

Jareth chuckles to himself at Averillix's aborted landing, then sits down unceremoniously and watches the goings-on of the clearing. Once he's received his own soup, he digs in fairly contentedly - at least until Hank tries to go for a walk. "What? Wait!" He moves reflexively to try and grab the blue doctor, then peers out to where Logan stands with the flare. "Oh." And with that monosyllabic realization, he settles warily back by the plane to eye the exchange and try and help those that need it into the cabin.

Sophie glances at Ceta, her signing a little garbled because her fangs are out and loaded for bear, which negates making a fist, among other things. "All I have to do is *touch* him and he dies. He won't get me. You and I are probably the best defence, if he overpowers both Logan and Dr. McCoy, which I don't think is likely."

Chrome draws a slow breath.. "...." Funny, when they put it so bluntly, it makes answering .. complicated. "To.. unmake what I wrought. I had my chance.. and I failed. I will be punished for this, and I accept that. Now that this is over.. I do not wish to leave the doctor in pain. that is all." Not taking any steps, but letting his eyes sweep over the assembled students.. Logan, Beast, and the ones taking rear guard, so to speak... Whoa.

Averillix is slowly gathering herself back up, and she looks to Chrome with a soft frown crossing her lips. "Professor, are you not sure that you do not still want some of us out here with you? This *is* my environment, you know?" She'd like to see what her pretty powers could do when they need to be used for something else...

Ceta nods to Sophie, and signs back to her.

As Quark crawls / gets dragged back to the plane, he can't help but hear what some of the others are saying; just as he makes it to the plane, he can't help but mutter as they all argue about who should help bring up the rear guard, "...Unless he actually doesn't want to fight." He grumbles a few more inaudible complaints under his breath, yet again pissed off to be completely useless in this fight. Go figure.

Hank frowns at Chrome, not in an irritated manner, but thoughtfully. After a pause, he gestures. "Come and have some food, if you wish. But, if I can ask, why? You were certainly not shy about inflicting this pain. Why go to such effort to remove it?"

Sophie shakes her head to Ceta, and responds. ASL is as good as a secret code, sometimes. "No. The only thing they respect is strength. Stand out here with a star ready." She looks at Ceta oddly. "And I don't have claws."

Norenvalei shakes her head, "Dr. McCoy, the food is gone. Fraid no one is eating any more" She states as she bends down and knocks on the block of ice.

From very far off, the rumblings of a slow moving group of machines could be felt or heard by those with the keenest senses. Wouldn't it be ironic for rescue to show up ten minutes too late?

Logan turns back, giving Hank a definate wtf type of look, actually turning his attention away from Chrome for longer than he should. "Are you crazy Doc, or what?" Of course, usually, Logan doesn't have to suffer with blinding pain for a week long, so he can almost understand if Hank is a little delusional. Turning back to Chrome, he levels an if looks could kill' look at the man. Stepping away just a few feet, he holds the gun level in one hand, his other dropping to his side as sleek, metal claws slide silently out from between the knuckles of his clenched fist. "No, but I do."

Ceta just nods to Sophie, and moves into place next to her, the two of them guarding the plane from the outside. Ceta brings her hands up in front of her, concentrating on focusing a star between her hands - not really in place to attack, but making sure that it's ready.

Hank gestures with his good arm. "Logan, if he'd wanted to fight he would have done it by now. He is quick, and good. Now let him sit and break bread, even if it is only a glass of water, and tell us why the sudden change of heart. I for one want to know." Scientists. Crazy for knowlege, we are. "I'm not crazy, at least, not yet. Peace is always preferable to conflict. Would you have me get hurt again? Let's talk, instead of fighting." Good old Hank, pressing for peace no matter what.

"Because, doctor," Chrome replies, in a level, controlled tone.. "Our contest is over. I have no wish to leave you crippled or dead. I was trying to prove myself.." Eyes dart back to Logan as the most dangerous 'good guy' alive seems to get edgy. "I think the food is a bit.. cold, doctor. Though water would be pleasant." Eyes linger on Ceta as the starflare reappears. Dragging his eyes back to Logan he asks simply, "May I approach?"

Quark is too far away to hear what they're talking about, but as he looks out the window and spots that dangerous look Logan gives to Chrome, he figures this does not bode well for Chrome. Always one for odd humor at the inappropriate time, he mutters idly, "That's the look Logan uses when he catches someone in his language class cussing in Japanese." Not like he'd received it himself or anything. ;) And then he can't help but chuckle aloud when he spots Noren banging on the food she inconveniently froze. Hmm...where'd that microwave go?

Sophie very carefully watches Chrome's lips, and his body language. She glances to Ceta. "He's different than he was the last time. . . the vibrations are different." Huh.

Logan shakes his head at Hank, as he keeps the flare gun leveled. "You sure doc? For all you know, you could end up worse off lettin him get close. Your hide though, but i'll be right here, if he..." He turns, a small measure of acknowledgment, "You try anything funny." Stepping out of the way between Chrome and Beast, Logan waves a clawed hand and answers, "You ain't dead yet, right? Go ahead."

Averillix's eyes had switched back to gunmetal, but now to their inner edges around the pupil comes a soft viridian hue. One of the flowers next to her starts to open and close slightly, her eyes' coloring following suit.

Hank nods. "Thank you, Logan." He gestures again with his good arm to those that stayed outside the plane. "Would someone get our guest a cup of water, please? Or whatever we have on hand?" And then, to Chrome, he nods. "Now. What is this contest you keep referring to?"

Norenvalei shrugs, and turns around to sit on the ice solid food and watch, crossing her legs in ladylike fashion and leaning forward enough to seem to be being prissy as she sarcastically whines, "Awe, but Professor.... I /really/ wanted to hurt someone. PLEASE??" She mock pleas.

Creed takes a slow first step, "Try something funny? Apart from turning metal to flesh?" Okay, so the teenager allows himself a bit of dry humor.. but the bead of sweat running down his forhead attests to high nerves. He lets his gaze slide from Logan across Sophie, and Ceta.. lingering another moment on the mutant holding a falling star, before shifting to the blue furred scholar. Steps continue bringing him nearer to Hank, "First, please remain very still. I think talk can wait until you can draw a breath without pain?"

Hank shakes his head. "No. I have carried this wound for days, and I'm afraid I do not trust you enough that I will allow you to undo it without talking to me first. I am strong enough that healing can wait. Now, then. If you like I will give you my assurance that whatever you say will not be told to anyone else, save those present."

Logan grins at Noren, as he looks aside to her. "If this guy can help the doctor after what he did, we can atleast let him try."
Ceta still doesn't show any signs of trying to *throw* the star she's got ready. "Shall I get water for him? Sign of good faith?" she asks Beast and Logan.

Quark's mirth fades a bit, frustrated that he can't tell what's going on. Sticking his head out the opening of the plane, he growls and mutters loudly to the people 'guarding' it from the apparent 'enemy', "...What in the world are they saying? What's going on?!" He tries to stick his neck out further, straining his ears to hear what Chrome and the professors are saying.

Staren is standing just inside the door, listening. He summarizes the conversation for Quark.

The sound of automation begins to trickle through the forest. Chain saws, jeep horns, human shouts, they all carry faintly to the less sensative ears now. At least those not exclusively straining to overhear conversation.

Chrome nods slowly, "Very well.." A slow drawn breath, "We- I was brought here, to prove myself valuable. I took the presence of you all," A small gesture.. to include the students and teachers arrayed about him, "To be my test. My chance to prove that the trust placed in me was not misspent. You, doctor, were the most competant opponent present." The sound swelling in the distance, the young man starts a bit, "I must be gone when they arrive.. I know of no way to make you believe me, doctor, but I will not hurt you."

Norenvalei pouts, but shrugs and walks over to the bonfire where the cold she's radiating starts extinguishing it, even water crystalizing on the logs out of the air. Sure, she has that fog lightly surrounding her now, and a slight gust is coming from her fanning in all directions, a very cold breeze. "Should I extinguish the fire before our company arrives, Professor?" is offered towards Logan as she starts to slowly walk around it.

Ceta glances in the direction of the approaching machinery, and grimaces slightly, 'setting' her star in front of the door before she darts over to the water container, drawing off a cup for Chrome and taking it over to him. "If you were being tested for something, I'm pretty sure we were never planned as part of it ... either that, or the 'planning' went a LOT higher up than anyone had a right to expect."

Sophie looks around her, grimacing a little in pain (as usual) when she forces her fangs back, slipping on her gloves to preserve at least the appearance of normalcy as she senses vehicles approaching. << > >

"Oh, for pete's sake! Listen to the guy already!" a little voices pipes up as an even littler head climbs out of Chrome's shirt pocket. "I mean, geez... How many time's could we have come after ya in the past few days?" Lillianne, for that's who it is, hangs on to the edge of the teen's pocket, turning a tiny freckled face up at him and grinning impudently. "Sorry! I know I promised ta stay hidden, but it's hot in there! And you fergot to to take yer gum wad out."

Logan says, "Sounds like a plan. We should all get ready to get out of dodge here, as soon as Hank is fixed up." Lowering the flare gun finally, Logan points a clawed hand to the others outside the plane. "Alright, get those others out of the plane and ready to go. Get your stuff all in one place, so we can leave quickly." Logan seems to be just fine now, considering the past week spent as Logan of the Jungle.

Quark oooooh's at Staren's explanation. Shrugging, he replies, "Well, he can't really make things worse. They might as well let him try...right?" He strains to hear more, but finally gives up; after a few moments of sighing and just kind of sitting there, ambient sounds of men shouting and vehicle horns just barely reach his ears. Perking up, temporarily ignoring the pain in his leg, he grins and says, "...Does that mean what I think it means? Are we finally going to get out of here?!"

Hank nods to Ceta, a regretful look on his face. "I'm afraid I must agree, young man. We weren't part of whatever plan there was. We are here merely by accident." One ear flicks in the direction of the arriving vehicles. "You are more than welcome to come with us, both of you. But, I'm afraid I must still decline your offer of assistance, unless you are able to retrive your metal in the blink of an eye *and* restore my shoulder to it's original state in the proverbial blink of an eye. I do not know how the people who live here think of mutants, but I am sure that I do not want to be caught with you actually using them in the presence of regular humans."

Chrome accepts the water with a small, and for a wonder, genuine smile. "Thank you," he murmers, sipping of the water gratefully. "That error in my judgment has been made quite clear.. Ceta was it?" As the irrepressable imp speaks up from his pocket, Chrome glares down. "Thank you.. so *very* much for that, Lillianne." To Hank, he answers quickly.. "I can, doctor.. as quickly as the change happened."

Lillianne shrugs tiny shoulders and uses the opportunity to examine the rest of the group, now that her cover, so to speak, was blown. "Dudd'n matter if they like mutants or not, they're gonna know yer them as soon as they get a look at some of ya, so why not let 'em do it. Longer you take fightin', the more likely -we're- gonna get in trouble fer bein' gone from camp ourselves," she points out logically, despite her barbie-doll appearance.

Staren hmms. "If it's humans that don't know about mutants that have been sent for us... If they have a list and pictures or anything..." She shifts back to his normal form to save any identification trouble.

And the Doctor is right. One or two figures can now be seen, yelling and turning back, their hands waving as they shout to draw the rest of the rescuers attention. Anything that's going to be done needs to be done now.

Ceta smiles a bit, and glances over at Sophie, signing quickly to her. 'Looks like we're in the clear now.' She punctuates her signing by retrieving her star, calling it back, letting it start to dissipate en route, and re-absorbing the energy. "So, what are your names?" she asks the two visitors. "And are you going to tell us who had you out here training, or would that be asking too much so soon after we've met?"

Hank grits his teeth and nods. "Logan, watch him." And with that, he arches an eyebrow to Chrome. "We can only get you as far as New York, you know. Where do you need to be?"

Quark blinks and squints as he finally starts to make out a few guys out there in the jungle; they really -are- saved! Of course, assuming they are in fact rescuers, and not hired assassins or something. Or cannibalistic tribal savages, or something. Turning to Staren, he asks, "Think it's safe...?" He tries not to get overexcited about the situation before he knows without a doubt that the 'rescuers' are in fact here to save them; still, he can't help but look forward to being back in the medbay, with proper medication and Jean there to help patch him back together. Since he wasn't very good at doing it himself.

Chrome answers quickly, "We'll not need to travel back with you.." Even as he positions his fingers over Dr. McCoy's afflicted shoulder, carefully positioning his fingertips, as they fell, and closing his eyes a moment in concentration.. There is an audible whine.. strange, almost like metal screaming as it twists.. and Chrome pulls his hand clear.. Looking up to make eye contact with
Ceta briefly he answers with another small smile, "Perhaps next time." As Logan said, he's not dead yet. "Hold on Lillianne, we need to get out of here.."

Norenvalei continues her walk about the fire, putting it out without water, or smoke or steam. It just... snuffs out. Without any heat no way to continue the chemical reactions, no longer a way to fuel itself, it dies. The few last wisps that her projective aura couldn't reach snuff themselves out with dripping water from above them. A few smaller wisps of steam/smoke, and the fire is gone, the logs frozen, seemingly the remnants of a fire old and from long ago possessing no heat, but frozen into place.

Logan watches Chrome carefully, giving a wave towards the 'rescuers' the claws dissapeared into his arm again, the flare gun dropped to the ground for the moment, so they don't think Logan is armed and dangerous. "Gotcha Hank. The rest of you, get ready all ready!" Logan almost barks the order as they stand around still. "Let's get rescued already. Ceta, Averil, Staren, help get Chris out of the plane."

Cannibalistic trival savages with jeeps, of course. "Seems safe." replies Staren.

Ceta nods to Logan, and gives Chromo and Lilli a quick grin. "Hope we meet back home under favorable circumstances, then! Look for me online if you want - I'm Echostar." She doesn't offer to shake hands (probably understandable), but instead hurries towards the plane to help the others move Chris and get all of our surviving possessions bundled up.

Lillianne grins and nods, eyeing the questioning girl quickly before popping back down inside the pocket. Maybe they'll run into each other back in civilization. "Giddyup, Cowboy!" drifts up for Chromes ears only.

Hank gasps in involuntary reaction. Then, he looks down to see a shoulder looking almost normal, save that his pelt is white, and hairless where the metal once was. "I think an MRI is in order when we get home," he murmurs. "Thank you." He stands up, wobbling a little bit, but under his own steam. "You heard Logan, pack whatever you want to take with you home and then present yourselves to us to make sure we aren't leaving anybody behind!"

Sophie ahs as she picks up on the rescue unit. Left with nothing salvagable, she rolls up a blanket, looking a little green around the gills, then looks around her.

Staren retrieves his backpack and walks out of the plane to wait.

Chrome back up a couple steps, before turning around and sprinting back the way he came, Muttering, "Oh, shut up." He really ought to be leaving with some appropriately dramatic flourish, but really the young man is just glad to be alive and on his feet. "And don't tell anyone about this."

And here come the rescuerers! A lithe short man detaches himself from the incoming group and lifts a hand, calling out in broken english. "Zaverite? Jean Grey?" Yep, seems that the good Doctor made herself useful before getting, ah... distracted.

Quark just kind of sighs when Logan has to give the command help himself get off the plane; apparently he's the only one who can't get himself out of here without help. As he's supported / carried over to their rescuers, he mutters, "Can someone please get the remnants of my bag?" Which doesn't have much in it; still, he'd rather not have to leave anything behind.

Norenvalei ponders a little, then walks back over to the plane... hopefully vacated plane. She concentrates near the nose to make her power fluctuate and in the internal struggle, punches into the nose and tugs away a small piece of metal from it, "Got my souvenir."

Logan says, "Right here muchacho. Si. We are from Xavier's school." He waves around, the muddy man in jungle shorts. "You come here to rescue us? We're ready to go." He looks around as the students drag their asses getting ready to go. He helps by getting the remainder of the luggage out of the cargo hold, a small furry critter squealing as it flies out not under it's own power as Logan swears, and a loud thump can be heard as Logan hits his head off the cargo room ceiling. He appears with a series of bags and suitcases, dropping it in front of the man. "Okay, I'm ready."

Ceta has retrieved her backpack in the process of helping Quark off the plane, and once he's semi-comfortably outside, fetches her own suitcase (which is in surprisingly good shape) out of the load fetched by Logan. "Looks like everything I brought is accounted for ... even the notebook." ^_^

Sophie stands there, rolling her eyes. "I am SO going on a major shopping spree when I get home. I'm just going to leave everything here."

The rest of the caravan rumbles into the clearing, people falling off to run around, looking for injured to help. A pair grab Quark and body wrestle him to the jeep, chattering away loudly and poking and prodding. Soon the campsite looks like an ant colony, with people crawling everywhere, ushering the students, teachers, and errant stewerdesses into the back of jeeps, the full ones starting up and idling as they wait for the others to finish gathering their charges.
[X-Men] Rachael nods to Jean. :) "Thats what I was thinking too. Was it ever explained as to why the room is big and round?"

Norenvalei growls and steps back when she is approached. She may be trying to calm down, but being jostled and shoved and moved about without at least some discussion is not good for her sense of calm. A brief flash of cold as she ducks and steps out of the way, leaving a slight trail of frost. "Professor Logan! Some Help here!!" She really doesn't want to accidentally kill someone /again/. Even if it is their own fault.

Logan calls out from the back of a Jeep, waving to her. "Just get in here, if you're ready to go, they won't bug ya! Come on!"

Jareth remains near the plane through this whole exchange as he listens both to Hank and Logan deal with the visitors, as well as for any approaching convoy. When at last he hears and senses the trucks approaching, he stares through the jungle as if trying to develop x-ray vision. As the rescuers come into sight, he smiles to himself and turns into the plane to help gather belongings and bring them outside. He himself doesn't head for the jeeps until he's checked over the plane once more for anything or anyone left. After this, he glances at the plane and smirks. It may not have been the most enjoyable trip, but it was nothing if not memorable. To whoever's nearby as he goes to sit down, he observes "I swear, a hot and very long bath will never have felt so good."

Quark growls and rolls his eyes; being supported out of the plane was bad enough, but now these incompetent fools are carrying him around like a battle trophy and poking him until he doesn't think he can take it anymore. Looking around the crowd, grumbling under his breath, he finally spots Noren and shouts out to her, "Hey, Noren! Get over here already--I need you tell me how to see 'Leave me the hell alone' in Swahili!" However, despite his irritation, he is glad to know that they -are- safe; if it weren't for these annoying escorts, he'd have already collapsed in relief.

Hank politely accepts the offer of help into the jeeps. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He wonders if some of the party are staring, or frightened, or whatnot, then decides not to worry about it. "Now, go help the others."

The man trying to approach Noren stops and returns to the group leader, explaining something rapidly in their native language. The leader turns to one of the staff and says, "My aides would say that if to help, all your students cooperate?" In others words, shut up and go with them!

Having gathered up all his things, Drake lets out a soft breath and starts over in Quark's direction, grunting to himself. He looks relieved to be 'rescued', and hopefully get a shower or something soon. Yawning loudly into his gloved hand, he dumps his stuff into a truck and climbs into it after being shuffled forward.

Sophie protests as she is pulled along, somehow managing not to touch anybody with her hands. << > > Finally she's perched on top of aJeep, on top of the luggage. Whew.

Norenvalei keeps ducking and weaving back and away from the persistent humans, "STOP! Don't ye know that you'll get killed if you get too close?! STay back!! Please!!!" She can't seem to get around them to the jeeps without them getting close to her... "Can they just leave one for someone else to drive and me sit on the back?"

Staren ducks away from whoever's leading him and walks over to Noren to put a hand on her shoulder. "How about we just get in the same jeep?"

Ceta just ... gets herself settled in a jeep somewhere, hopefully without incident - she's relatively uninjured, all things considered - and also hopefully, in a vehicle where she can keep tabs on her own luggage. ^^

Hank can't help but roll his eyes a little. "Noren, stop making a fuss and pick a Jeep. You are holding the rest of us up."

Norenvalei shakes her head, stumbling away from Staren too, "I need some space to calm down first. I'm not composed enough to be near, Staren." If she can finally get some space, she'll stop and focus and calm herself down. Only through tight control is she able to keep the others safe from herself. A void, a void, empty yourself of emotion... and finally, calm. She seems a bit more stoic and tired, but finally nods at Staren, "Let's go home, Star-chan."

And that's what they were waiting for. The jeeps speed off into the sunset.
Epilogue: They all get to a base where the injured are treated and then they are all put on a plane, which will touch down in New York tomorrow sometime. THE END!

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<> Lab/Medbay - LvB2
Walls are sterile white and surfaces gleam in polished stainless steel, the large room a vision of cool science tinged with the faint medical smell of antiseptic and filled with the soft whirring of autoclaves, refrigeration units, and various medical scanners and devices. Four hospital beds are present near the entrance, curtains rigged to allow for privacy, but pulled back when not in use. In shielded alcoves off the back wall are the resident doctor's pride and joy: A full-body X-Ray machine, as well as an MRI unit and other heavy-duty imagery equipment. Between the alcoves, through a thick glass window, a small operating theatre can be glimpsed. In the lab section, an electron microscope and a pair of gene-sequencers take place of pride, glassware and smaller equipment kept securely locked away in the cabinets underneath and above the work surfaces.
[Exits : [H]allway ]
[Players : Hank, Norenvalei, and Jean ]

The medical bay stands prepped and ready, a Dr. Grey alerted to the brave adventurers' return home looking pristine in full scrubs and her lab coat as she waits just inside the doors, pacing gently. Not out of nervousness, but out of a bit of medical adrenaline, waiting to see just what sort of cases she's got to tend to. The 'gentle' part of the pacing stems from the fact that she's still feeling what -must- be the after-effects of Cerebro usage, and is more than a little dizzy from time to time.

Quark (OOC) says, "so...if we're all injured, who would be supporting whom through the door? ^_^"
Jean (OOC) exclaims, "Orderlies!"

Norenvalei hobbles in with the aid of one of the orderlies. Once the splint was allowed the chance to unfreeze, it started to /really/ hurt to move or use her ankle much. An arm over the orderlies shoulder and a hop. and a hop. and a hop hop hop. Kinda like hop scotch with her ankle held up. "I don' wanna see Dr. Grey. She's got enough to deal with with Chris and Dr. McCoy. She can tend my foot later." As in after it's healed. But she's not going to say that part now, is she.

Hank comes dragtailing into the medbay, under his own power but only just. Dark circles under his eyes, dry skin, dull eyes, and a baffling white patch on his right shoulder that seems denuded of fur tell the story, that all did not go well for the blue furry doctor. Granted, they all have had a full day or two of proper food and drink, but nevertheless, in what is highly unusual fashion for him, Hank still shows signs of his ordeal as he lumbers in and promptly stretches himself out, lank, smelly fur and all, on a bed, closing his eyes. "It is good to be home."

Rachael has arrived.

Quark, whose happy smile has now faded into a grimace of repressed pain, enters the medbay supported by an orderly person. He tries to take as deep of breaths as possible, but shivers now and then from chills running down his spine. His face is reddish, burning with a fever--although not a fever so high as to be life-threatening. He glances down now and then at his leg, where an old poulitice of an antitoxic plant taken from the Congo itself is held in place by a spare piece of medical tape. He can't see past the covering, but by the pain in his leg, he's guessing it won't look that great. Hopefully, though, their minor operation from the other day will have been enough to keep the infection from getting out of control.

And in troop the patients, one, two three. Jean moves quickly over to see Quark settled on a cot, despite the competance of her orderlies, already clucking away reassuringly, checking his responses and his lymph nodes. "I can't leave you alone for a moment, now can I?" she questions. "You take it easy there, Chris... your mother's just recently finished having a white count too low, and here you are with one probably too high." she jokes wryly, donning a fresh pair of gloves and stripping the leg bare. There's a moment's pause as Jean sways gently and clutches the side of the biobed after taking her first look. "...right. Alice, I want you to get some blood samples taken. Standard bacterial screening, please. Gregory, get that cleaned out and get him to the x-ray machine. Hank..." Here she takes in the sprawled Beast. "You rest. Norenvalei, can you tell me what happened to you?"

Norenvalei blushes in embarassment, "I..." as she remembers the event, being so peeved that she was attacking and taking out her frustrations on a tree, punching it repeatedly while relaxing her control. Then at Ceta's mention that the tree was breaking, she spun on one heal, focused all her anger and did a nice kick, but she followed through when the kick impacted the tree and ended up breaking the tree and her ankle, "I hit it on something."

Hank raises his head as somebody, he doesn't bother identifying them, tries to get a blood sample, eventually rolling over so that they can get it easily out of his arm. When that's accomplished, he murmurs, "As soon as I get the MRI I need, to make sure my shoulder is still in one piece, I am joining Logan in the lounge, and no-one is to say me nay. I am desperate for a bath, and a grooming."

Quark just kind of sighs and shakes his head, replying dryly, "Well, can't you just take some of my extra ones and give them to her, then?" Shivering again from another chill, he patiently waits as the orderlies and Dr. Grey inspect his infection. Pondering in silence for a moment, he explains while she eyes his infected leg, "When the plane crashed, my seatbelt malfunctioned, causing me to slide off the edge of my seat and break my leg. Compound fracture, tibula and fibula." Although she probably already knew that. "Dr. McCoy helped set and splint it, but somehow it got infected a few days later. When it formed the first time, a few of the students--Rogue, Staren, and Darren--followed my basic first aid knowledge to help drain some of the pus. But apparently," he looks down at his leg, "it only helped temporarily." He eyes Noren as she explains her broken ankle and smiles at her, but says nothing else.

Stepping quietly into the medical room is yet another redhead who will one day also be a Dr. Grey, just a slightly different kind of doctor. Rachael is carrying a simple silver tray with a pair of upside down mugs on sausers, a tea cozy and last but least, a pair of plates with forks and knives sitting atop a small cardboard box. Glancing around at the medical havok, the younger Grey sets the tray down and scribles a note not to touch anything before placing it on the tray for all to see. Rolling up her sleeves Rachael begins to wash up, certain that Jean will have something for her to do...and if not, well it never hurts to have clean hands. :)

"Yeah, that's a stopgap measure," Jean agrees, drumming gloved fingers against her hip, and giving Quark a once-over again, before moving in beside Gregory, who's already fetched up antiseptics and a syringe to start some lavage. "Now, where was I? Ah, Rachael." A private, pleased smile for her niece, and for the discreet little box accompanying her. << We'll have to have some of that later. >> she directs, loosening her hands from the matress of the hospital bed as the dizzy spell passes. "How good are you with telekinetic monitoring? From what Norenvalei's not telling me..." Hooray for telepathy. "Her ankle might not be healed properly. Can you *feel* along the bone and let me know what you see? Quark will be the one needing the X-rays right away."

Norenvalei holds onto the orderly until finally getting up onto one of the medbay beds. She turns and lays back, rasing her left foot up to rest on the bed, and leaving the right foot with broken ankle to hang freely. "It was a couple days ago, so it may not be healed at all. I'm just hoping it won't have to be re-set. Ceta did the best she could, but they didn't remove my boot or cut it away either one."

Hank sits himself up. "Jean. The overwhelming desire for a bath is growing. Since you're busy here, I'll just remove myself so you can tend to the others."

Quark sighs and, as he understands what the orderlies are doing to treat him, tries to get as comfortable as possible on the cot; he has a feeling this could take a while. "I know it's not as efficient at clearing out all of the infection as some other modern techniques, but it's all I could think of. Heck, it was all I could -do-. We were kind of short on supplies." Shrugging, he replies with a weak grin, "You should be happy I had your biology class. Otherwise I wouldn't have known what to do, and might have to ask you to amputate this leg instead of just drain it and clean it again." He states that in a joking manner--well, maybe more like a half-joking manner. Biting his lip in thought, he fights another shiver and replies, "Umm...if you need help, I could try and use my X-ray vision to check out Noren's ankle. That is kind of what it's used for..." Assuming his stomach can handle it, and all.

Rachael nods to her aunt with a smiles and moves over to Noren and says, "Please tell me right away if there is any pain." The redhead closes her eyes as her hair catches a blaze, yadda yadda, scars from jaw line to cheeks, yadda yadda. She holds her hand out over Noren's leg and concentrates, moving her hand down the leg. Opening her glowing white eyes, Rachael looks over at her aunt. << I can feel several cracks, it's also improperly set from the first break. >>

Norenvalei had begun to ignore the sensations coming from her leg and ankle, but then she almost promptly starts screaming. "THat /