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<> Library - Lv1
Vitreous plastic dust jackets gleam from their snug positions over an assortment of books, whilst older volumes left unprotected resemble multicolored alligator skins shuffled in tetragonal lines on rows and rows of oak shelving. A few marble headed busts lie around the room. Various elongated tables support coasters for the drinks that may be set there while couches and chairs with soft dark leathers and fabrics lie at odd angles around the room. Overhead, bright lighting (asides what is given by the large bay windows at one wall.) casts transparent gold light along the room, sent to bounce off various objects. A large ladder is set up on a railing system along the queued shelves, supplying the residents with many types of books.
[Exits : [M]ain [C]omputer [R]oom, [X]avier's [O]ffice, and [G]reat [H]all ]
[Players : Guest4 ]
Quark stifles a yawn, leaning back in the comfort of his wheelchair as he stretches his arms over his head. Since Quark has been on bed rest for the last few days due to his darn infected leg, being able to grab some books from the library has suddenly turned into a well-liked treat. So here he sits, tired eyes scanning the shelves for interesting topics, ranging from science fiction thrillers to Japanese classics. Every so often, he finds one he likes and grabs it, placing it on the growing pile on his lap.
You would think the little teleporter would know better than to wander out of the medbay unaccompanied, seeing first hand the results of other's naivety. His own girlfriend is breathing glass, after all. But we suppose that he is a teenager, and teenagers must be forgiven some measure of stupidity. A slight figure hesitates in the doorway, out of the view of cameras. For the moment.
Quark yawns once more, still a bit tired. Fortunately, he seems like his pile is almost sufficient; with that many, he should last a few days. o.O As of yet, he has not noticed any change in the environment, or any new arrivals of secret, evil thieves; on the contrary, he's hardly noticed that he is the only other person in the room, or that he should have reason to be afraid. So, he just continues to stare at the bookshelves a little longer, grabbing one or two more books before looking down at his lap and yawning once more. Hmm...he needs some more sleep. This week has been too eventful, anyway.
An odd pop and tinkling of shattering glass is Quark's first indication of danger, but poor little fellow. He doesn't have a chance to look for anything as suddenly his world brightens, then whites out, leaving him blinded and rubbing futily at his eyes.
Quark blinks and gasps aloud as his vision suddenly flares into a blinding whiteness, leaving him completely cut off from the world. His first reflex is to reach his hands up to his eyes, as if to futilely try to wipe the blindness away; no luck. Suddenly it clicks: he must be under attack by the same person who has been hurting Noren, and Ceta, and everyone else--his life could be in danger! Swirling around in the wheelchair, he gulps before suddenly attempting to do something he knows he must not, but has no other choice to do: teleport blind. Heart beating fast, he guesses an aim towards the Great Hall and, with a small sigh of fear, disappears in a flash of smoke and light...
In a small burst of light and a mini cloud of smoke, Quark disappears into thin air.
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<> Great Hall - Lv1
Marbled floors of cool gray and pale whites ice the floor in sectioned tiles, hidden partially by threaded golds and woven greens that quickly blend in to other colors of large Persian rug. Spacious, no doubt about this, my friends, with panels of metal guarded the elevator doors whilst brass button-plate gleams with the pale orange glow of the elevator buttons. Not unlike a school's lobby with lofty ceiling soaring up eggshell plastered ceiling with golden chandelier curling like harden cobwebs with crystalline bulbs used to illuminate the vast spacious room.
Despite the elevator, stairs are seen just beyond the first corridor, leading up and clandestine by the cherry-wood paneled walls that glide fluidly in to other halls and stairs and various offices. A few chairs and even some tables with odd glass lamps light this bright Great Hall, supporting many students, people, and assortment of other things not mentioned. Light is able to stream in through the many jewel-cut windows set in gothic-large double doors and flanking door either side and above with more glass motifs.
[Exits : [H]allway, [R]ecreation [R]oom, [Li]brary, [T]he [E]levator, and [M]ain [E]ntrance ]
[Players : Piotr, and Kitty ]
A.. good thing? You know, she isn't totally sure about that; but she's not going to worry about it. Kitty grins at the invitation, and glances at Lockheed, whose attention is more on the sandwich. Make with the ham, buddyboy! "I guess it wouldn't hurt, for a little while." n.n
"----Aaaaah!!" In a sudden explosion of thick smoke, a burst of light, and an acrid odor, Quark literally appears out of thin air--but in a fashion unlike any seen before. When he first appears, he's sitting in a wheelchair, a relatively large pile of books placed upon his lap. What's different, however, is the look of pure terror on his face, and the way his hands are scratching at his eyes, as if forcing them to work properly. Fortunately--considering he /is/ blind, and teleported without his vision; big no-no--he didn't land inside a wall. Unfortunately, he landed at the top of a big flight of stairs, leading down towards the entrance of the mansion. The wheels on the wheelchair grab air, forcing him to tilt forward as the chair and its occupant roll / fall forward, picking up momentum. With another shout of fright, the wheelchair flips into the air, releasing Quark and his books flying down the stairs. Thud, thud--his limbs bounce off the stairs, and his body tumbles down like a paper doll. At the final step, Quark's shout increases in volume as his right leg makes contact with the stair, as well as his head--resulting in a shot of pain, which will surely turn into a bad bruise later. After a moment of chaos, he lies on the floor in shock. And lots of, literally, blinding pain.
Peter thinks we should have knocked on wood, Kitty. Because the accidents are most certainly not over. Peter drops his sandwich--what a waste of good ham-- as he hurries across the room toward the snatching the wheelchair from the air just before it crashes down on the boy, whose name... "Chris," he says, tossing the chair aside as he crouches beside the stairs. "Chris, are you okay?"
In a page-pose to Kitty, Piotr and you, Jean peeks. Mind a cameo? I imagine Jean in her current state would find that projection of pain rather impossible not to notice. ;)
Jean has arrived.
That's a wee bit of an understatement, Petey-boy. Kitty starts in surprise at the sight and sound of poor Chris doing his best impression of a Slinky. Only .. you know.. without the coils. And with a lot more pain and noise. "Oh my god..!" Here, Kitty breaks into a jog after Piotr when the Russian hurries over to Chris. Lockheed on the other hand, is far from concerned over Chris. There's a ham sandwich to rescue! So while Kitty hurries forward, Lockheed hops off of her shoulder and lunges for the fallen treat, snapping it up. Mine now! <3
Quark would be thankful for Peter's save, keeping this whole ordeal from adding insult to injury--but in his current condition, Quark isn't exactly capable of replying. While he's not exactly knocked out, he's still blind and, thanks to that last hard bump to his head, dazed and confused. His 'good leg'--now with new beatings and bruises of its own--twitches once as Quark groans in muffled pain, his head face down on the floor between his spread-out hands. The blinding glare in his eyes starts to fade away, but he still can't see: the sharp hit to his head has aroused pretty stars and the like. Joy. So, he just sort of lies there, wheezing as he tries to take in some bigger breaths despite the sharp pain in his side from the trip.
[X-Men] Noren's pillow Quark says, "uh oh...now Jean's here. guess that means I'm going to get eaten alive by a feral being or something. *sniff* as if falling down a flight of stairs in a wheelchair isn't bad enough..."
[X-Men] Noren's pillow Quark grins.
[X-Men] Cherries Jubilee peers? What is going on there?
Piotr is no medical expert, not by any means. Do you move someone that's fallen down the stairs? Put a neck brace on them? No, that's something else entirely. He stays by the boy's side for a moment, glancing up at Kitty. Dazed is not good, right? "Chris, can you say anything? What happened." Darn teleporters. Never watch where they're going.
Whiiiiiirrrrr. Coming from a direction -other- than the top of the stairs is one of Professor Xavier's snazzier models of old wheelchair, and in it is Dr. Grey, still dressed in her patient-wear of sating pyjamas and a silk dressing gown, with one hand on the wheelchair controls, and the other wrapped around a travel mug of coffee in a death grip. Her features are white and her lips compressed together as she deals with having a mind full of uncontrolled others' pain, something she's not had to experience since she was about eleven. "What happened?" is asked with tight precision. "Piotr, ask if he can feel his toes. Kitty, can you go up to my room and grab my first aid kit?"
[X-Men] Noren's pillow Quark glares at whoever just blinded him and forced him to fall down a flight of stairs. X-| Grr.
Darn teleporters indeed. THe nerve they have, not looking before they leap. Isn't that the basics of any teleporter? The whirring of a wheelchair causes Kitty to look away from Piotr and Chris, at first thinking it might be Xavier. "Jean?" Isn't she supposed to be resting? Kitty shakes her head, "I dunno. Piotr and I were just talking," About relaxing, of all things, "Then Chris 'ported in lookin' twenty shades of scared-" She breaks off as Lockheed reclaims his spot on her shoulder, swallowing down the last of the ham and belching quietly. Naughty dragon. Looking back to Jean, Kitty straightens, "And he fell down the stairs. Piotr caught the chair before it squished him. Chris I mean." And with orders given, Kitty nods briskly, "Will do." She agrees, sprinting up the stairs, and from there into the air through the ceiling. It's quicker that way!
Quark moves. Well, that's a good sign! At least he's alive. He moves again, his left leg shifting over a bit, as Quark tests his leg for pain; it hurts, but not too much. Very slowly, he lifts his head off of the ground, inhaling sharply as the movement causes some more pain in his upper back area, but not his neck. Good--it's not broken or fractured. Moving his mouth, he finally mutters loud enough in a dry tone for everyone present to hear, "...Why the hell does all this shit happen to me?" Turning his neck towards Jean, he responds slowly, "I...I can feel my legs. And move them. But it hurts, especially my right leg." He frowns as he tastes a fresh drop of warm liquid in his mouth; after moment, he realizes it's blood: the bump to his head has resulted in a flat yet relatively narrow gash, and some resulting drops are now rolling down the right side of his head. Darn. "...I don't know what happened. But...God, it hurts."
Well, that's taken care of at least. Peter offers an arm to Chris to help him into a better position, should he need the assistance. Jean's here now. She can make anything better. He glances between them. "Where did you come from then, if you do not know what happened?"
Jean doesn't really look in a condition to tie two ends of a broken string back together, drooping in her wheelchair and pressing a hand to her temples in an attempt to block things out. "Kitty." she requests again, tone a murmur now. "Can you go up to my room and get my first aid kit. I can feel everything that Chris is feeling, so I'm no good to anyone until he's doped a bit." The first rule of triage is to make sure that you-the-doctor are safe, after all. "Chris," she turns back to her erstwhile patient, goosing the wheelchair she's in forward just a little more. "How does your right leg hurt? Is it along the area where the first break is, or is it in a new area?"
Kitty (OOC) did go to get the first aid kit! *pets the poor sickly Jean* :D
Quark (OOC) says, "that was the feral being echoing her thoughts!! XD"
Piotr (OOC) whispers to Kitty, She's really out of it
Kitty (OOC) giggles.
Kitty (OOC) says, "Poor Jean's seeing double I think :D"
Jean (OOC) laughs. So she did.
Geronimo! Not wasting time by using the more conventional stairs, Kitty drops through the ceiling at the same spot she ventured up through it. The sooner they get Quark taken care of, the sooner they can get Jean to rest o_o Right? Does Kitty have to go find Logan and tattle on you, young lady? "Got the First Aid kit." Kitty announces, scurrying over. "What do you need us to do?" Isn't it wonderful how she oh so helpfully volunteers you, Piotr? Because she surely doesn't expect JEAN to do the work. "Shouldn't we call Mr McCoy too?" Though he's probably with someone.
Quark blinks and looks back and forth between Peter and Jean, before deciding that he should probably answer Jean first. After all, like she says, his pain is causing her pain. He tries to move his right leg but stops instantly, biting his lip to stifle a mild shout of pain. Shaking his head, he replies with an angry sigh, "Same spot as the break...Not sure, but that last step might've re-broken the bone. I don't think I can move it much, but even if it's not broken or fractured, it sure hurts like hell." Shaking his head again, this time to clear the last remnants of blurriness, he turns to Peter and replies, "I...just don't remember the whole thing. That blow to my head has kinda jostled me. But I think I can explain." Frowning in deep thought, he adds slowly in a strained voice as he fights to remember what happened, "Ummm...I was looking for some books to read in the library. Just as I was about to go, I heard this loud snapping, popping noice. Like...glass breaking, or something." That would be the security camera being broken. "And, I heard someone behind me move towards me--and all of a sudden, there was this blinding flare, and I lost my vision. I couldn't see." Shrugging, he continues with a long inhalation to focus his thoughts, "I figured I was about to be attacked," which he was, "so I had no choice but to risk a blind teleport. And after that..." He motions to the stuff around him, including a damanged wheelchair and scattered books on the floor. "...I fell down the stairs. Painfully."
Piotr glances up to Jean with a 'what should I do' look. "Another attack," he growls. Getting Jean out of bed too. "First Aid kit. What should we give him?" he asks. Volunteering Pete? Heck, if you hadn't, he would have. What else to do, what else to do...
"Huh." says Jean, taking the first aid kit from Kitty with a gentle pat to the teen's hand, and opening it to poke through and retrieve a vial of muscle relaxant, a syringe, and a bottle of painkillers. There's a long inhale as she focuses on keeping fine control long enough to prepare a proper dose of the relaxant, which she then offers cautiously to Piotr. "I need you or Kitty to inject him with this. It's a muscle relaxant, Chris. Your back and neck should be siezing up very shortly, and you'll be needing another x-ray to check on your break. I've got some painkillers here... and you've got a scalp wound, looks like." And a bit of gauze padding emerges from Jean's box of tricks as she navigates still closer. "Here, can you press this against your head?"
Kitty and Lockheed both watch Jean worriedly, though the little dragon shows his interest in the matter at hand by yawning widely. He has a full belly so naturally he's going to be sleepy. Kitty is silent throughout the fussing with the first aid kit, though a faint smile flickers across her face at the pat to her hand. Hee. She's still going to tattle on you though, Jean. For your own good, of course. Kitty sits back against her heels, nodding once, and casting a silent glance at Piotr. If you're squeamish about needles, she can do it! .. oh yes. Let's let Kitty have sharp implements. ^.^
At the sight of the needle, Quark's eyes momentarily widen with a look of 'You're not /really/ going to shoot me with that, are you?', but sighs and nods. He glances between Peter and Kitty, idly wondering who would have a better job of poking him with a needle. Yay. He nods and accepts the gauze, pressing it against his scalp to stop the bleeding. He sighs again as what Jean describes--his back and neck muscles slowly starting to tense and seize up from the fall--starts to occur. Darn it all! Pausing for a moment, he tries to take his mind off current events by asking quietly, "How's Noren doing?" He remembers talking to her in the Congo just days ago, and being so glad that she was safe...and now this. What on earth is going on at the mansion? Why do the ones he love keep getting hurt...?
Scott has arrived.
Piotr holds up his hands, passing the duty (priviledge?) to Kitty. Doubtlessly, she will have the lighter touch. Right? Too many hands can spoil the recovery, not to mention the fact that they're large hands too. Not really suited for such delicate procedures. "Are you okay, Dr. Grey? Should I go get Dr. McCoy?"
The scene? Well, a Quark in a wheelchair has just gone tumbling down the stairs after teleporting blindly to the top of them. A Piotr and a Kitty happened to be on hand, and a Jean in a wheelchair arrived soon after, drawn by the projections of a Quark in pain. Right now, we've got a Jean near collapse but gamely playing lady doctor, leaned back in her chair but directing Kitty and Piotr on what to do for Quark. "Take him down to Dr. McCoy once you've given him this, and he's taken that pain medication..." she murmurs. Otherwise -Jean- is going to be in trouble. "Kitty, remember first aid classes? Use one of the veins in his arm. Chris..." She's brought up short by the question, and has to think for a moment. "Uh... she's... got something that Dr. McCoy and Professor Forge cooked up helping her."
Scott is doing his usual, fatherly, watching Nate duties. Except it's time to bring Nate back to mommy, because that is the unspoken agreement between Jean and Scott. So Scott arrives on the scene with Nate in his arms, looking for Jean. To find the scene in front of him. He pauses, he blinks. He blinks somemore, trying to digest it. No one told him Jean was sick and needed a wheelchair. No one told him the kids being sick was serious. Even the rumormill hasn't hit him in his various comings and goings in visiting Nate. And... he's shocked. "Uh, err...."
BWAHAHAAHAH! STAB! Oh wait. Lockheed peers over at the needle somewhat suspiciously, till Kitty pushes the dragon away with her free hand. "Quit it, Lockheed." She can't give the kid the relaxant with him breathing down her neck - almost literally. So, Lockheed mreeps and abandons Kitty's shoulder to land on Jean's lap, folding his wings back as he peers up at the woman, cooing worriedly. He's almost as bad as the mansion cats sometimes. At any rate, now that Lockheed isn't hovering over her (literally), Kitty accepts the needle from Piotr, nodding once at Jean's guidance, "Right, I remember." She glances back at Quark cheerfully. WAY too cheerfully, in a way. "Don't worry Chris, this won't hurt me a bit." ^.^ .. Well it won't! And it won't hurt him either, so long as he doesn't you know.. wriggle and squirm like a fish on a hook, as she catches up one of Chris's arms, turning it over to inject the relaxant. She doesn't notice Scott's entrance, natch, since she's focused on this - but Lockheed does; and the little dragon cranes his neck about curiously.
Quark offers a weak glare in Kitty's direction at her ironic yet amusing reassurance. Great...just great. "Thanks for the optimism," he replies dryly. He takes a deep breath as she successfully administers the drugs, and waits quietly in place for them to take their effect. Hopefully, this will give him a good excuse to sleep; he figures once the painkillers wear off, it'll be pretty hard to do so. To Jean, he replies with a worried frown, "But...is she alright? The fiberglass...is she going to be ok?" Apparently, Noren's pain is still more agonizing to him than his own, at the moment. Pausing, he turns to see Scott, arching an eyebrow but saying nothing more. Just kinda watches to see what's going on. But at the sight of Nate, he smiles just a little.
Jean, fortunately, likes cats. And also little Limbo-dragons named Lockheed. While there's a softly startled exclamation, the wheelchair-bound redhead is soon indulging in a little pet therapy, absently rubbing Lockheed's withers and staring intently as Quark is tended to. "Tell Dr. McCoy that he's been dosed with this, and this," she directs Piotr over to see the labels, before changing her mind and just holding bottle and vial out for him to take down. "And... I don't know, Chris. I've seen enough of Forge's work to know that she'll be OK, but I'm..." And oh, how hard is it for Jean to say she's not able to be in control and in charge and making everything better? Impossible, it appears. Because here's "Scott..." And there's a suddenly silent Jean, who, after a moment, manages to come up with a "...Hi? How's Nate?"
This is what happens when you don't have a Fearless Leader leading anymore. Utter chaos. Nate gets shifted a bit in Scott's arms. Jean... in a wheelchair. Scott is still trying to digest this. If she can read his thoughts, she can see how torn his emotions are, and even if she can't, she can see the expression on his face. He still loves her, he still worries, but... it just isn't his place. "Hello, Jean." A slight pause before her name before his voice cracks. "What exactly is going on that Kitty is giving Chris drugs, and you're both in wheelchairs?" Not that she needs to tell him, or he has any right to know. But he still cares a lot despite the mean words he throws out now and then.
Piotr takes the items from Jean, slipping them into his pocket for the time being. There is, of course, still the matter of /getting/ Quark to the medbay--without him passing out from the pain, preferrably. And at Scott's entrance, he glances between him and Jean. "Ah, hello," he offers, glancing over towards Kitty for direction.
Fortunately, Kitty manages to keep from giggling, which would do Bad Things when one is injecting The Good Stuff. Wonder if this'll make him loopy. Lockheed makes a noise not altogether unlike purring as Jean gives him Attention(tm), and when Kitty draws the needle away, she glances over to Piotr, leaning to the side to peek at the labels curiously. Oh wait, that's right. She half turns from where she was crouched by Chris to wave cheerfully, "Hiya Scott. Um. Chris like.. fell down the stairs." Then she glances at Jean, still worried, and then back to the other, "An' Jean's not feelin' too hot." Which is like, one of The understatements of the YEAR. Sorry Jean, but sitting up and Doing Stuff when you're Sick is Bad. (As the player gets into the habit of Randomly Capitalizing Words again.) As for Getting Quark to the medbay.. well! If they have a stretcher downsta.. OOH! IDEA! Maybe Tina will be willing to be the stretcher for them? Yes, no? Didn't think so. 6.6;
Quark breathes more deeply and relaxed, as the drugs kick in quite quickly after just a few moments. Thankfully, the agony just kind of fades away, leaving his body limp and temporarily pain-free. Hooray for medicative drugs! Consequently, his mind wanders a bit, so any worried thoughts about Noren are also shoved aside for now. His eyes flicker back to Scott, and he adds to Kitty's vague explanation with a half-loopy smile, "The lights bothered me, so I teleported away." He frowns and shrugs, adding in a distant tone, "But then I got here...but at least it doesn't hurt now." Sighing, he closes his eyes for a moment and takes some more relaxing breaths...mmm. "How am I supposed to get out of here, though...?" That appears to be the question of the hour, it seems.
Jean seems content to hug Lockheed and let Kitty explain things in her own inimicable way, sinking back against the support of her (Or, rather, Professor Xavier's) wheelchair and letting her eyes ghost halfway shut. She gives Nate a tired little smile, but refrains from the usual telepathic greeting between mother and child, 'lest she accidentally greet too loudly. "And of course before that, he broke his leg because the field trip to Cameroon this year ended in a plane crash." she adds on. "I was thinking I'd overextended myself with Cerebro, and that's why I've had bad vertigo the past week, but now..." A shake of her head. "It doesn't matter, I'll live. If you two want to get him down to the medical bay, he should be all right for transport." And then Jean goes quite still all of a sudden, head drooping and her shoulders falling slack.
Nate gives a little whimper at Mommy, and Scott gets a little paler. "A plane crash? You used Cerebro, and have had vertigo for a week. Jesus Christ. I love how people just share things with me these days. I don't have the plague despite you people thinking I'm evil incarnate," he states, giving the various students -looks- with his red contacts. "Take Chris downstairs. Jean and I need to talk. Alone." He's assuming Jean is just weak right now, and trying to avoid more conversation. So he hefts Nate under one arm, and tries to get behind Jean's wheelchair to push. Scott behind Xavier's sheelchair. Meeeeemories....
Awww. If Jean weren't so ill, that would be so cute. Well it's still cute. Only cute with dire undertones n' stuff. Lockheed croons affectionately at the Jeaninator, just as Kitty is looking towards the woman with a, "Do you think it's safe to mooo..oh. Cool then." A glance to Piotr, "How badly bashed is the wheelchair? If the wheels aren't busted that badly it might suit enough to get him down to the med bay. Or I can go down and see if we've got a spare stretcher or something -" She trails off absently, glancing at Jean when she goes still. Oh that's a scary sight. Scary enough to have Lockheed crawling out of the woman's lap lest he be squished by any rushing, concerned individuals. And then she glances back at Scott, blinking in surprise. The heck's he giving /her/ that look for? SHE's not one of the students that was making the sign of the cross cuz he didn't stay at the institute anymore, for heavens sakes. "C'mon Lockheed." Kitty calls, urging her dragon up from the ill telepath's lap and back to her shoulder, where he coils and watches the pair start off, crooning worriedly.
Quark continues to peacefully stare ahead with that same funny smile on his face, but knows that they're talking about moving him. Although his neck and back muscles have now seized up from the trauma enough to make movement difficult, it is still possible. However, he glances at Jean and, drugs or not, frowns. He asks absently, "Jean...you alright?" Well, no, she probably isn't. But as he's currently under the effects of powerful painkillers and relaxants, it's hard to make himself be as worried as he otherwise would be. He listens to Scott talk, but doesn't reply; if Scott happens to give him an odd glance for the current events, it simply brushes over his distant-focused gaze. Instead, Quark smiles at Nate happily, going so far as to wave his right arm at the happy, innocent infant.
And Peter's not even HERE any more, let alone crossing Scott. Oy. But they were going to take Chris downstairs anyways. "I think he will not be in very much pain now no matter how we take him down. Perhaps I should just carry him to get him there faster?" And with less drama too. The last thing the little ones need to see is another stretcher in these halls.
Jean remains sitting very still, the combination of happy drugged thoughts from Quark, raging upset from Forge somewhere else in the mansion, confusion, worry and irritation from Scott, and awhole range of other thoughts and feelings from a school full of trouble sending her into her own head a bit, withdrawing from what she can't, at the moment, block out. Fortunately, Jean is no longer a ten year old girl, so catatonia isn't on the menu. But she's uncommunicative as Scott wheels her away, bar a vague projection that she wants Logan to come and make everyone go away or be quiet.
But Logan isn't here, and Scott is. And so he carefully wheels Jean towards her room, leaving Peter and Kitty to help Chris. They're both capable enough kids. And the dysfuntional family enters Jean's room out of sight.
Yeah! With the shotgun right!? KABANG! 'GIT OFFA MAH PROPERTAY!'!..Okay, maybe not. Kitty straightens, watching the pair head off, just as worriedly as Lockheed. She reaches up to gently pet the dragon, "It's okay Lockheed - Jeannie'll be all right." She hopes. Glancing back at Piotr, Kitty nods, "All right. Shall we take the short-cut?"
Quark stares down the hallway as Scott carts Jean away, that small peaceful smile still on his face. Fortunately, the drugs will last awhile: if not for them, in addition to a world of pain, his mind would be racing with questions for Jean, to check on her and see what's wrong. After all, he does want to be a doctor or scientist of some sort; surely he might be able to help somehow...? He turns to Kitty and Piotr and, with another small drugged smile, offers, "Let's take the shortest route..."
That decided, Piotr lean down, scoops Chris up off the ground. Well, scoops in as slow and easy manner as he's able. His face is tense with concern. "Are you okay, Chris? We'll get you down there quickly. I hope I'm not hurting you." And apologies all the way, Piotr heads toward said shortcut, Quark in arms, Kitty and dragon in tow.
Mm. Of course, the 'Shortcut' was referring to, is provided by Kitty. Realizing Piotr thought she was referring to something else, she stifles a giggle and hurries after, raising a hand to place it against the back of Piotr's shoulder. Wait for meee~! -- And once contact is made, she means to place the other hand against his arm for something of a handhold, as she proceeds to phase herself, Lockheed, Piotr and Chris forward - then downward through the floor, past the levels of the mansion into the hallway outside the infirmary. See? Shortcut! <3
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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 : Wesley, and Hank ]
"Ah, bout as tall as me, I think," Wesley says. "Brown hair. She was here the afternoon then the next morning when I left. Quark was around too then. Here longer than me. Might remember her name. Salt? Suger?" he asks, squinting to remember. "Not really. Maybe some french fries. That'd be it. No candy or anything, really. not last couple days. Too thirsty."
Hank nods. "I'll talk to Quark the next time I see him. Now, just relax. Very shortly you should feel less thirsty as your body gets the fluids into it. I'm going to move your bed over to this machine, and take an image of your abdomen, if that's all right with you. I think, Wesley, that you've been poisoned, with salt, or technically, a buildup of hydrocholride, but that's all right, it's an easy fix. And it's not fatal. So just relax. You're going to have to stay here, for a while, and the worst part is probably going to have to be the urethral catheter I'm going to have to insert to deal with flushing all that salt out of your system."
Excuse me, did you just say /catheter/? That had /better/ be the worst part! At this point, though, Wesley's not really much up for talking, so he mostly just nods at Hank's explanation. "That's fine," he mumbles.
Hank nods, and slides Wes and his IV with fluids into the CAT scanner, bed and all, then turns to the machine, doing whatever he has to to get the images he needs. After a good few minutes, he takes Wes back out and locks the bed, so it accidentally doesn't roll away, or anything. He checks the bag, then sighs ruefully at Wes, giving him a supportive, encouraging smile. "All right, now, Wes. It's not going to be pleasant but I'll give you something that will make it very much less painful for you to have that catheter inserted just before I do it. All right?"
Funny you should mention Quark! Because -- well hopefully Kitty or Piotr has access to the medbay, or they're going to be standing outside looking silly. (Well.. Piotr will. Kitty could just phase through and get permission to come in. >.>) BUT! If the doors open, then Kitty leads the way in, having phased Piotr - who's carrying a somewhat loopy Quark - and Lockheed down from the main level. "Mr McCoy? Er.. Hank?" Kitty calls, somewhat nervously. Poor guy must be getting run ragged with everything that's happening. She checks to see if there's a clear bed, first, anxious. "I hate to like, bother you - but we've got a problem. Chris had an accident." And from her tone, she doesn't mean he went wee-wee. Which would be more of an embarassment than an accident. And would be more likely if he was, oh say, FOUR. "He fell down the stairs about half an hour ago. Jean had me give him a muscle relaxant -" She's got the bottles that Jean had given Piotr, mind. Cuz he's carrying Quark, naturally. "He's got a lot of bruises; possibly broke his right leg, and he has a head injury.." Maybe even a concussion; she hopes not though. Of course, the InfoDump isn't given until AFTER Hank is done with what he's doing to Wesley, and has given Kitty his attention. "Looks like it was another attack - he said that he saw..some kindo f bright flare?" She glances at Piotr again, for confirmation, "And he 'ported away, blind." Which lead to him falling down the stairs, yasee.
Yes, please don't have the /other/ kind of accident while Peter's carrying you to the medlab. There's not much to add, so he mostly nods long with Kitty's explanation. "He does not seem to be in too much pain now with the medicine Dr. Grey gave him, so I just carried him here. He did not have pains in his neck, so we thought this was fine. Where would you like me to put him?" Not that he's really that heavy for the Russian, but he's not too confident about the 'not in too much pain' bit.
Quark can blame the drugs for the loopiness--well, at least some of it; he can be loopy on his own, too--as well as thank them for his lack of pain and peace of mind. He blinks slowly, turning his head just barely as he closes his eyes to block out the change in lighting as they enter the white medbay. He nods at Kitty's explanation, adding to Dr. McCoy with a small, odd smile, "Umm...I was in the library when I got blinded. So I had to teleport out...and the rest is history. Fell down the stairs, and I think my right leg is broken again." Still, he can maintain the small smile because the painkillers are keeping him relaxed and pain-free. Yay! He turns to Wes and shakes his head a little, a small part of his mind trying to fight the drugs, wanting to shout out in despair at the agony his friends are all going through; but in his current state, all he can say is, "Wes...what happened to you?"
It's a good thing the good doctor hasn't *actually* injected Wes with the feel-good anesthetic, which won't knock him out but *will* make it relatively painless to have tubes inserted in delicate anatomy. With a start the cathether is laid down, still in it's package, and Hank curses colorfully (and loudly!) as he sees Quark. He waves them towards the last bed in the medbay. "Lay him down. Good, he hasn't got any neck injuries. What about his pupils?" He glances at Kity, and Piotr, and nods, suddenly making a decision. "That is it. That is *it*." No, the baritone doesn't raise, but nevertheless, Hank has finally broken, and he's *this* close to just letting lose. If he was alone he might give the kids a show. As it is, his eyes darken, and he strides over to his computer and furiously types something out, hitting the print button. When it prints, he snatches the paper (putting holes in it from his claws) and holds it out to Kitty and Piotr. "Here," he says. Not quite growling. Just. . . in a rage. "One of you take these orders up to Logan. From this moment on we are in lockdown. Anybody who attempts to leave will be shot. I am not kidding, and this is not negotiable. Nobody comes in, nobody leaves until we catch this bastard. Nobody leaves the *mansion*. Nobody's allowed on the grounds. If anybody wants to question me, tell them to come down here to do it." A pause, then, he adds something, still speaking in those clipped, full of rage tones. "And if you want to come back down here and help, I can certainly use it."
Wesley, in the meantime, is staring at the unopened package left beside him. That's going /where/? Yeah, maybe he's not feeling so bad as he thought. Except when he tries to sit up, the already sore stomach sends several spasms through his body and he groans, falling back to the table. At Quark's question, he tilts his head over. "Hank thinks... salt poisoning. Man, you look... like crap," he says, trying to offer a smile between shallow breaths.
Dude. Shot!? That's .. wow. Kitty glances worriedly at Piotr, then looks to Lockheed, who bristles a bit in the face of rage. RAARR! Kitty shooshes the dragon, and glances back to Piotr as she takes the note from the Hankster. Once he puts Quark down on the last bed, Kitty offers the note to the tall drink of Russian. "Here, could you bring this up to Logan?" Then back to Hank, grimacing. AngryHank is Scary. Someone hold me ;.;! "I'll stay and help." She's not a certified nurse or anything, but.. she's had first aid courses with Jean! And Hank needs the help. o.o
But Logan is likely with Jean. And Jean is with Scott. Peter gives Kitty a wide-eyed look as he lays Quark on the bed, then nods, taking the note. There's always armored form if need be. "I can come back to help yes." Or hunt down this person. Most college prof's aren't going to accept a Lockdown for as an excuse for absence. better step up this search over the weekend. Note in hand, he makes his way toward the door, his fate decided.
Quark blinks a few times in Hank's direction, but is currently too drugged to react appropriately; when normally such a reaction would greatly frighten him, instead it only elicits that frustratingly simple, goofy smile. In an absent voice, he replies simply, "Wow, doctor...You look angry. You should get some sleep." Turning to Wes, he frowns again and replies, "Umm...that sucks." He wishes he could offer some scientific explanation or advice, but is too distracted and tired to do so. Smiling at Kitty and nodding to Peter in thanks for the help, he relaxes on the bed. Momentarily, he yawns and says promptly, "I'm tired. I need some sleep...talk to you all tomorrow." And with that, he goes slack, falling asleep on the spot.
Quark (OOC) says, "alright...thanks for an awesome RP time! :)"
Quark (OOC) exclaims, "see you all later!!"
<> Library - Lv1
Vitreous plastic dust jackets gleam from their snug positions over an assortment of books, whilst older volumes left unprotected resemble multicolored alligator skins shuffled in tetragonal lines on rows and rows of oak shelving. A few marble headed busts lie around the room. Various elongated tables support coasters for the drinks that may be set there while couches and chairs with soft dark leathers and fabrics lie at odd angles around the room. Overhead, bright lighting (asides what is given by the large bay windows at one wall.) casts transparent gold light along the room, sent to bounce off various objects. A large ladder is set up on a railing system along the queued shelves, supplying the residents with many types of books.
[Exits : [M]ain [C]omputer [R]oom, [X]avier's [O]ffice, and [G]reat [H]all ]
[Players : Guest4 ]
Quark stifles a yawn, leaning back in the comfort of his wheelchair as he stretches his arms over his head. Since Quark has been on bed rest for the last few days due to his darn infected leg, being able to grab some books from the library has suddenly turned into a well-liked treat. So here he sits, tired eyes scanning the shelves for interesting topics, ranging from science fiction thrillers to Japanese classics. Every so often, he finds one he likes and grabs it, placing it on the growing pile on his lap.
You would think the little teleporter would know better than to wander out of the medbay unaccompanied, seeing first hand the results of other's naivety. His own girlfriend is breathing glass, after all. But we suppose that he is a teenager, and teenagers must be forgiven some measure of stupidity. A slight figure hesitates in the doorway, out of the view of cameras. For the moment.
Quark yawns once more, still a bit tired. Fortunately, he seems like his pile is almost sufficient; with that many, he should last a few days. o.O As of yet, he has not noticed any change in the environment, or any new arrivals of secret, evil thieves; on the contrary, he's hardly noticed that he is the only other person in the room, or that he should have reason to be afraid. So, he just continues to stare at the bookshelves a little longer, grabbing one or two more books before looking down at his lap and yawning once more. Hmm...he needs some more sleep. This week has been too eventful, anyway.
An odd pop and tinkling of shattering glass is Quark's first indication of danger, but poor little fellow. He doesn't have a chance to look for anything as suddenly his world brightens, then whites out, leaving him blinded and rubbing futily at his eyes.
Quark blinks and gasps aloud as his vision suddenly flares into a blinding whiteness, leaving him completely cut off from the world. His first reflex is to reach his hands up to his eyes, as if to futilely try to wipe the blindness away; no luck. Suddenly it clicks: he must be under attack by the same person who has been hurting Noren, and Ceta, and everyone else--his life could be in danger! Swirling around in the wheelchair, he gulps before suddenly attempting to do something he knows he must not, but has no other choice to do: teleport blind. Heart beating fast, he guesses an aim towards the Great Hall and, with a small sigh of fear, disappears in a flash of smoke and light...
In a small burst of light and a mini cloud of smoke, Quark disappears into thin air.
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<> Great Hall - Lv1
Marbled floors of cool gray and pale whites ice the floor in sectioned tiles, hidden partially by threaded golds and woven greens that quickly blend in to other colors of large Persian rug. Spacious, no doubt about this, my friends, with panels of metal guarded the elevator doors whilst brass button-plate gleams with the pale orange glow of the elevator buttons. Not unlike a school's lobby with lofty ceiling soaring up eggshell plastered ceiling with golden chandelier curling like harden cobwebs with crystalline bulbs used to illuminate the vast spacious room.
Despite the elevator, stairs are seen just beyond the first corridor, leading up and clandestine by the cherry-wood paneled walls that glide fluidly in to other halls and stairs and various offices. A few chairs and even some tables with odd glass lamps light this bright Great Hall, supporting many students, people, and assortment of other things not mentioned. Light is able to stream in through the many jewel-cut windows set in gothic-large double doors and flanking door either side and above with more glass motifs.
[Exits : [H]allway, [R]ecreation [R]oom, [Li]brary, [T]he [E]levator, and [M]ain [E]ntrance ]
[Players : Piotr, and Kitty ]
A.. good thing? You know, she isn't totally sure about that; but she's not going to worry about it. Kitty grins at the invitation, and glances at Lockheed, whose attention is more on the sandwich. Make with the ham, buddyboy! "I guess it wouldn't hurt, for a little while." n.n
"----Aaaaah!!" In a sudden explosion of thick smoke, a burst of light, and an acrid odor, Quark literally appears out of thin air--but in a fashion unlike any seen before. When he first appears, he's sitting in a wheelchair, a relatively large pile of books placed upon his lap. What's different, however, is the look of pure terror on his face, and the way his hands are scratching at his eyes, as if forcing them to work properly. Fortunately--considering he /is/ blind, and teleported without his vision; big no-no--he didn't land inside a wall. Unfortunately, he landed at the top of a big flight of stairs, leading down towards the entrance of the mansion. The wheels on the wheelchair grab air, forcing him to tilt forward as the chair and its occupant roll / fall forward, picking up momentum. With another shout of fright, the wheelchair flips into the air, releasing Quark and his books flying down the stairs. Thud, thud--his limbs bounce off the stairs, and his body tumbles down like a paper doll. At the final step, Quark's shout increases in volume as his right leg makes contact with the stair, as well as his head--resulting in a shot of pain, which will surely turn into a bad bruise later. After a moment of chaos, he lies on the floor in shock. And lots of, literally, blinding pain.
Peter thinks we should have knocked on wood, Kitty. Because the accidents are most certainly not over. Peter drops his sandwich--what a waste of good ham-- as he hurries across the room toward the snatching the wheelchair from the air just before it crashes down on the boy, whose name... "Chris," he says, tossing the chair aside as he crouches beside the stairs. "Chris, are you okay?"
In a page-pose to Kitty, Piotr and you, Jean peeks. Mind a cameo? I imagine Jean in her current state would find that projection of pain rather impossible not to notice. ;)
Jean has arrived.
That's a wee bit of an understatement, Petey-boy. Kitty starts in surprise at the sight and sound of poor Chris doing his best impression of a Slinky. Only .. you know.. without the coils. And with a lot more pain and noise. "Oh my god..!" Here, Kitty breaks into a jog after Piotr when the Russian hurries over to Chris. Lockheed on the other hand, is far from concerned over Chris. There's a ham sandwich to rescue! So while Kitty hurries forward, Lockheed hops off of her shoulder and lunges for the fallen treat, snapping it up. Mine now! <3
Quark would be thankful for Peter's save, keeping this whole ordeal from adding insult to injury--but in his current condition, Quark isn't exactly capable of replying. While he's not exactly knocked out, he's still blind and, thanks to that last hard bump to his head, dazed and confused. His 'good leg'--now with new beatings and bruises of its own--twitches once as Quark groans in muffled pain, his head face down on the floor between his spread-out hands. The blinding glare in his eyes starts to fade away, but he still can't see: the sharp hit to his head has aroused pretty stars and the like. Joy. So, he just sort of lies there, wheezing as he tries to take in some bigger breaths despite the sharp pain in his side from the trip.
[X-Men] Noren's pillow Quark says, "uh oh...now Jean's here. guess that means I'm going to get eaten alive by a feral being or something. *sniff* as if falling down a flight of stairs in a wheelchair isn't bad enough..."
[X-Men] Noren's pillow Quark grins.
[X-Men] Cherries Jubilee peers? What is going on there?
Piotr is no medical expert, not by any means. Do you move someone that's fallen down the stairs? Put a neck brace on them? No, that's something else entirely. He stays by the boy's side for a moment, glancing up at Kitty. Dazed is not good, right? "Chris, can you say anything? What happened." Darn teleporters. Never watch where they're going.
Whiiiiiirrrrr. Coming from a direction -other- than the top of the stairs is one of Professor Xavier's snazzier models of old wheelchair, and in it is Dr. Grey, still dressed in her patient-wear of sating pyjamas and a silk dressing gown, with one hand on the wheelchair controls, and the other wrapped around a travel mug of coffee in a death grip. Her features are white and her lips compressed together as she deals with having a mind full of uncontrolled others' pain, something she's not had to experience since she was about eleven. "What happened?" is asked with tight precision. "Piotr, ask if he can feel his toes. Kitty, can you go up to my room and grab my first aid kit?"
[X-Men] Noren's pillow Quark glares at whoever just blinded him and forced him to fall down a flight of stairs. X-| Grr.
Darn teleporters indeed. THe nerve they have, not looking before they leap. Isn't that the basics of any teleporter? The whirring of a wheelchair causes Kitty to look away from Piotr and Chris, at first thinking it might be Xavier. "Jean?" Isn't she supposed to be resting? Kitty shakes her head, "I dunno. Piotr and I were just talking," About relaxing, of all things, "Then Chris 'ported in lookin' twenty shades of scared-" She breaks off as Lockheed reclaims his spot on her shoulder, swallowing down the last of the ham and belching quietly. Naughty dragon. Looking back to Jean, Kitty straightens, "And he fell down the stairs. Piotr caught the chair before it squished him. Chris I mean." And with orders given, Kitty nods briskly, "Will do." She agrees, sprinting up the stairs, and from there into the air through the ceiling. It's quicker that way!
Quark moves. Well, that's a good sign! At least he's alive. He moves again, his left leg shifting over a bit, as Quark tests his leg for pain; it hurts, but not too much. Very slowly, he lifts his head off of the ground, inhaling sharply as the movement causes some more pain in his upper back area, but not his neck. Good--it's not broken or fractured. Moving his mouth, he finally mutters loud enough in a dry tone for everyone present to hear, "...Why the hell does all this shit happen to me?" Turning his neck towards Jean, he responds slowly, "I...I can feel my legs. And move them. But it hurts, especially my right leg." He frowns as he tastes a fresh drop of warm liquid in his mouth; after moment, he realizes it's blood: the bump to his head has resulted in a flat yet relatively narrow gash, and some resulting drops are now rolling down the right side of his head. Darn. "...I don't know what happened. But...God, it hurts."
Well, that's taken care of at least. Peter offers an arm to Chris to help him into a better position, should he need the assistance. Jean's here now. She can make anything better. He glances between them. "Where did you come from then, if you do not know what happened?"
Jean doesn't really look in a condition to tie two ends of a broken string back together, drooping in her wheelchair and pressing a hand to her temples in an attempt to block things out. "Kitty." she requests again, tone a murmur now. "Can you go up to my room and get my first aid kit. I can feel everything that Chris is feeling, so I'm no good to anyone until he's doped a bit." The first rule of triage is to make sure that you-the-doctor are safe, after all. "Chris," she turns back to her erstwhile patient, goosing the wheelchair she's in forward just a little more. "How does your right leg hurt? Is it along the area where the first break is, or is it in a new area?"
Kitty (OOC) did go to get the first aid kit! *pets the poor sickly Jean* :D
Quark (OOC) says, "that was the feral being echoing her thoughts!! XD"
Piotr (OOC) whispers to Kitty, She's really out of it
Kitty (OOC) giggles.
Kitty (OOC) says, "Poor Jean's seeing double I think :D"
Jean (OOC) laughs. So she did.
Geronimo! Not wasting time by using the more conventional stairs, Kitty drops through the ceiling at the same spot she ventured up through it. The sooner they get Quark taken care of, the sooner they can get Jean to rest o_o Right? Does Kitty have to go find Logan and tattle on you, young lady? "Got the First Aid kit." Kitty announces, scurrying over. "What do you need us to do?" Isn't it wonderful how she oh so helpfully volunteers you, Piotr? Because she surely doesn't expect JEAN to do the work. "Shouldn't we call Mr McCoy too?" Though he's probably with someone.
Quark blinks and looks back and forth between Peter and Jean, before deciding that he should probably answer Jean first. After all, like she says, his pain is causing her pain. He tries to move his right leg but stops instantly, biting his lip to stifle a mild shout of pain. Shaking his head, he replies with an angry sigh, "Same spot as the break...Not sure, but that last step might've re-broken the bone. I don't think I can move it much, but even if it's not broken or fractured, it sure hurts like hell." Shaking his head again, this time to clear the last remnants of blurriness, he turns to Peter and replies, "I...just don't remember the whole thing. That blow to my head has kinda jostled me. But I think I can explain." Frowning in deep thought, he adds slowly in a strained voice as he fights to remember what happened, "Ummm...I was looking for some books to read in the library. Just as I was about to go, I heard this loud snapping, popping noice. Like...glass breaking, or something." That would be the security camera being broken. "And, I heard someone behind me move towards me--and all of a sudden, there was this blinding flare, and I lost my vision. I couldn't see." Shrugging, he continues with a long inhalation to focus his thoughts, "I figured I was about to be attacked," which he was, "so I had no choice but to risk a blind teleport. And after that..." He motions to the stuff around him, including a damanged wheelchair and scattered books on the floor. "...I fell down the stairs. Painfully."
Piotr glances up to Jean with a 'what should I do' look. "Another attack," he growls. Getting Jean out of bed too. "First Aid kit. What should we give him?" he asks. Volunteering Pete? Heck, if you hadn't, he would have. What else to do, what else to do...
"Huh." says Jean, taking the first aid kit from Kitty with a gentle pat to the teen's hand, and opening it to poke through and retrieve a vial of muscle relaxant, a syringe, and a bottle of painkillers. There's a long inhale as she focuses on keeping fine control long enough to prepare a proper dose of the relaxant, which she then offers cautiously to Piotr. "I need you or Kitty to inject him with this. It's a muscle relaxant, Chris. Your back and neck should be siezing up very shortly, and you'll be needing another x-ray to check on your break. I've got some painkillers here... and you've got a scalp wound, looks like." And a bit of gauze padding emerges from Jean's box of tricks as she navigates still closer. "Here, can you press this against your head?"
Kitty and Lockheed both watch Jean worriedly, though the little dragon shows his interest in the matter at hand by yawning widely. He has a full belly so naturally he's going to be sleepy. Kitty is silent throughout the fussing with the first aid kit, though a faint smile flickers across her face at the pat to her hand. Hee. She's still going to tattle on you though, Jean. For your own good, of course. Kitty sits back against her heels, nodding once, and casting a silent glance at Piotr. If you're squeamish about needles, she can do it! .. oh yes. Let's let Kitty have sharp implements. ^.^
At the sight of the needle, Quark's eyes momentarily widen with a look of 'You're not /really/ going to shoot me with that, are you?', but sighs and nods. He glances between Peter and Kitty, idly wondering who would have a better job of poking him with a needle. Yay. He nods and accepts the gauze, pressing it against his scalp to stop the bleeding. He sighs again as what Jean describes--his back and neck muscles slowly starting to tense and seize up from the fall--starts to occur. Darn it all! Pausing for a moment, he tries to take his mind off current events by asking quietly, "How's Noren doing?" He remembers talking to her in the Congo just days ago, and being so glad that she was safe...and now this. What on earth is going on at the mansion? Why do the ones he love keep getting hurt...?
Scott has arrived.
Piotr holds up his hands, passing the duty (priviledge?) to Kitty. Doubtlessly, she will have the lighter touch. Right? Too many hands can spoil the recovery, not to mention the fact that they're large hands too. Not really suited for such delicate procedures. "Are you okay, Dr. Grey? Should I go get Dr. McCoy?"
The scene? Well, a Quark in a wheelchair has just gone tumbling down the stairs after teleporting blindly to the top of them. A Piotr and a Kitty happened to be on hand, and a Jean in a wheelchair arrived soon after, drawn by the projections of a Quark in pain. Right now, we've got a Jean near collapse but gamely playing lady doctor, leaned back in her chair but directing Kitty and Piotr on what to do for Quark. "Take him down to Dr. McCoy once you've given him this, and he's taken that pain medication..." she murmurs. Otherwise -Jean- is going to be in trouble. "Kitty, remember first aid classes? Use one of the veins in his arm. Chris..." She's brought up short by the question, and has to think for a moment. "Uh... she's... got something that Dr. McCoy and Professor Forge cooked up helping her."
Scott is doing his usual, fatherly, watching Nate duties. Except it's time to bring Nate back to mommy, because that is the unspoken agreement between Jean and Scott. So Scott arrives on the scene with Nate in his arms, looking for Jean. To find the scene in front of him. He pauses, he blinks. He blinks somemore, trying to digest it. No one told him Jean was sick and needed a wheelchair. No one told him the kids being sick was serious. Even the rumormill hasn't hit him in his various comings and goings in visiting Nate. And... he's shocked. "Uh, err...."
BWAHAHAAHAH! STAB! Oh wait. Lockheed peers over at the needle somewhat suspiciously, till Kitty pushes the dragon away with her free hand. "Quit it, Lockheed." She can't give the kid the relaxant with him breathing down her neck - almost literally. So, Lockheed mreeps and abandons Kitty's shoulder to land on Jean's lap, folding his wings back as he peers up at the woman, cooing worriedly. He's almost as bad as the mansion cats sometimes. At any rate, now that Lockheed isn't hovering over her (literally), Kitty accepts the needle from Piotr, nodding once at Jean's guidance, "Right, I remember." She glances back at Quark cheerfully. WAY too cheerfully, in a way. "Don't worry Chris, this won't hurt me a bit." ^.^ .. Well it won't! And it won't hurt him either, so long as he doesn't you know.. wriggle and squirm like a fish on a hook, as she catches up one of Chris's arms, turning it over to inject the relaxant. She doesn't notice Scott's entrance, natch, since she's focused on this - but Lockheed does; and the little dragon cranes his neck about curiously.
Quark offers a weak glare in Kitty's direction at her ironic yet amusing reassurance. Great...just great. "Thanks for the optimism," he replies dryly. He takes a deep breath as she successfully administers the drugs, and waits quietly in place for them to take their effect. Hopefully, this will give him a good excuse to sleep; he figures once the painkillers wear off, it'll be pretty hard to do so. To Jean, he replies with a worried frown, "But...is she alright? The fiberglass...is she going to be ok?" Apparently, Noren's pain is still more agonizing to him than his own, at the moment. Pausing, he turns to see Scott, arching an eyebrow but saying nothing more. Just kinda watches to see what's going on. But at the sight of Nate, he smiles just a little.
Jean, fortunately, likes cats. And also little Limbo-dragons named Lockheed. While there's a softly startled exclamation, the wheelchair-bound redhead is soon indulging in a little pet therapy, absently rubbing Lockheed's withers and staring intently as Quark is tended to. "Tell Dr. McCoy that he's been dosed with this, and this," she directs Piotr over to see the labels, before changing her mind and just holding bottle and vial out for him to take down. "And... I don't know, Chris. I've seen enough of Forge's work to know that she'll be OK, but I'm..." And oh, how hard is it for Jean to say she's not able to be in control and in charge and making everything better? Impossible, it appears. Because here's "Scott..." And there's a suddenly silent Jean, who, after a moment, manages to come up with a "...Hi? How's Nate?"
This is what happens when you don't have a Fearless Leader leading anymore. Utter chaos. Nate gets shifted a bit in Scott's arms. Jean... in a wheelchair. Scott is still trying to digest this. If she can read his thoughts, she can see how torn his emotions are, and even if she can't, she can see the expression on his face. He still loves her, he still worries, but... it just isn't his place. "Hello, Jean." A slight pause before her name before his voice cracks. "What exactly is going on that Kitty is giving Chris drugs, and you're both in wheelchairs?" Not that she needs to tell him, or he has any right to know. But he still cares a lot despite the mean words he throws out now and then.
Piotr takes the items from Jean, slipping them into his pocket for the time being. There is, of course, still the matter of /getting/ Quark to the medbay--without him passing out from the pain, preferrably. And at Scott's entrance, he glances between him and Jean. "Ah, hello," he offers, glancing over towards Kitty for direction.
Fortunately, Kitty manages to keep from giggling, which would do Bad Things when one is injecting The Good Stuff. Wonder if this'll make him loopy. Lockheed makes a noise not altogether unlike purring as Jean gives him Attention(tm), and when Kitty draws the needle away, she glances over to Piotr, leaning to the side to peek at the labels curiously. Oh wait, that's right. She half turns from where she was crouched by Chris to wave cheerfully, "Hiya Scott. Um. Chris like.. fell down the stairs." Then she glances at Jean, still worried, and then back to the other, "An' Jean's not feelin' too hot." Which is like, one of The understatements of the YEAR. Sorry Jean, but sitting up and Doing Stuff when you're Sick is Bad. (As the player gets into the habit of Randomly Capitalizing Words again.) As for Getting Quark to the medbay.. well! If they have a stretcher downsta.. OOH! IDEA! Maybe Tina will be willing to be the stretcher for them? Yes, no? Didn't think so. 6.6;
Quark breathes more deeply and relaxed, as the drugs kick in quite quickly after just a few moments. Thankfully, the agony just kind of fades away, leaving his body limp and temporarily pain-free. Hooray for medicative drugs! Consequently, his mind wanders a bit, so any worried thoughts about Noren are also shoved aside for now. His eyes flicker back to Scott, and he adds to Kitty's vague explanation with a half-loopy smile, "The lights bothered me, so I teleported away." He frowns and shrugs, adding in a distant tone, "But then I got here...but at least it doesn't hurt now." Sighing, he closes his eyes for a moment and takes some more relaxing breaths...mmm. "How am I supposed to get out of here, though...?" That appears to be the question of the hour, it seems.
Jean seems content to hug Lockheed and let Kitty explain things in her own inimicable way, sinking back against the support of her (Or, rather, Professor Xavier's) wheelchair and letting her eyes ghost halfway shut. She gives Nate a tired little smile, but refrains from the usual telepathic greeting between mother and child, 'lest she accidentally greet too loudly. "And of course before that, he broke his leg because the field trip to Cameroon this year ended in a plane crash." she adds on. "I was thinking I'd overextended myself with Cerebro, and that's why I've had bad vertigo the past week, but now..." A shake of her head. "It doesn't matter, I'll live. If you two want to get him down to the medical bay, he should be all right for transport." And then Jean goes quite still all of a sudden, head drooping and her shoulders falling slack.
Nate gives a little whimper at Mommy, and Scott gets a little paler. "A plane crash? You used Cerebro, and have had vertigo for a week. Jesus Christ. I love how people just share things with me these days. I don't have the plague despite you people thinking I'm evil incarnate," he states, giving the various students -looks- with his red contacts. "Take Chris downstairs. Jean and I need to talk. Alone." He's assuming Jean is just weak right now, and trying to avoid more conversation. So he hefts Nate under one arm, and tries to get behind Jean's wheelchair to push. Scott behind Xavier's sheelchair. Meeeeemories....
Awww. If Jean weren't so ill, that would be so cute. Well it's still cute. Only cute with dire undertones n' stuff. Lockheed croons affectionately at the Jeaninator, just as Kitty is looking towards the woman with a, "Do you think it's safe to mooo..oh. Cool then." A glance to Piotr, "How badly bashed is the wheelchair? If the wheels aren't busted that badly it might suit enough to get him down to the med bay. Or I can go down and see if we've got a spare stretcher or something -" She trails off absently, glancing at Jean when she goes still. Oh that's a scary sight. Scary enough to have Lockheed crawling out of the woman's lap lest he be squished by any rushing, concerned individuals. And then she glances back at Scott, blinking in surprise. The heck's he giving /her/ that look for? SHE's not one of the students that was making the sign of the cross cuz he didn't stay at the institute anymore, for heavens sakes. "C'mon Lockheed." Kitty calls, urging her dragon up from the ill telepath's lap and back to her shoulder, where he coils and watches the pair start off, crooning worriedly.
Quark continues to peacefully stare ahead with that same funny smile on his face, but knows that they're talking about moving him. Although his neck and back muscles have now seized up from the trauma enough to make movement difficult, it is still possible. However, he glances at Jean and, drugs or not, frowns. He asks absently, "Jean...you alright?" Well, no, she probably isn't. But as he's currently under the effects of powerful painkillers and relaxants, it's hard to make himself be as worried as he otherwise would be. He listens to Scott talk, but doesn't reply; if Scott happens to give him an odd glance for the current events, it simply brushes over his distant-focused gaze. Instead, Quark smiles at Nate happily, going so far as to wave his right arm at the happy, innocent infant.
And Peter's not even HERE any more, let alone crossing Scott. Oy. But they were going to take Chris downstairs anyways. "I think he will not be in very much pain now no matter how we take him down. Perhaps I should just carry him to get him there faster?" And with less drama too. The last thing the little ones need to see is another stretcher in these halls.
Jean remains sitting very still, the combination of happy drugged thoughts from Quark, raging upset from Forge somewhere else in the mansion, confusion, worry and irritation from Scott, and awhole range of other thoughts and feelings from a school full of trouble sending her into her own head a bit, withdrawing from what she can't, at the moment, block out. Fortunately, Jean is no longer a ten year old girl, so catatonia isn't on the menu. But she's uncommunicative as Scott wheels her away, bar a vague projection that she wants Logan to come and make everyone go away or be quiet.
But Logan isn't here, and Scott is. And so he carefully wheels Jean towards her room, leaving Peter and Kitty to help Chris. They're both capable enough kids. And the dysfuntional family enters Jean's room out of sight.
Yeah! With the shotgun right!? KABANG! 'GIT OFFA MAH PROPERTAY!'!..Okay, maybe not. Kitty straightens, watching the pair head off, just as worriedly as Lockheed. She reaches up to gently pet the dragon, "It's okay Lockheed - Jeannie'll be all right." She hopes. Glancing back at Piotr, Kitty nods, "All right. Shall we take the short-cut?"
Quark stares down the hallway as Scott carts Jean away, that small peaceful smile still on his face. Fortunately, the drugs will last awhile: if not for them, in addition to a world of pain, his mind would be racing with questions for Jean, to check on her and see what's wrong. After all, he does want to be a doctor or scientist of some sort; surely he might be able to help somehow...? He turns to Kitty and Piotr and, with another small drugged smile, offers, "Let's take the shortest route..."
That decided, Piotr lean down, scoops Chris up off the ground. Well, scoops in as slow and easy manner as he's able. His face is tense with concern. "Are you okay, Chris? We'll get you down there quickly. I hope I'm not hurting you." And apologies all the way, Piotr heads toward said shortcut, Quark in arms, Kitty and dragon in tow.
Mm. Of course, the 'Shortcut' was referring to, is provided by Kitty. Realizing Piotr thought she was referring to something else, she stifles a giggle and hurries after, raising a hand to place it against the back of Piotr's shoulder. Wait for meee~! -- And once contact is made, she means to place the other hand against his arm for something of a handhold, as she proceeds to phase herself, Lockheed, Piotr and Chris forward - then downward through the floor, past the levels of the mansion into the hallway outside the infirmary. See? Shortcut! <3
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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 : Wesley, and Hank ]
"Ah, bout as tall as me, I think," Wesley says. "Brown hair. She was here the afternoon then the next morning when I left. Quark was around too then. Here longer than me. Might remember her name. Salt? Suger?" he asks, squinting to remember. "Not really. Maybe some french fries. That'd be it. No candy or anything, really. not last couple days. Too thirsty."
Hank nods. "I'll talk to Quark the next time I see him. Now, just relax. Very shortly you should feel less thirsty as your body gets the fluids into it. I'm going to move your bed over to this machine, and take an image of your abdomen, if that's all right with you. I think, Wesley, that you've been poisoned, with salt, or technically, a buildup of hydrocholride, but that's all right, it's an easy fix. And it's not fatal. So just relax. You're going to have to stay here, for a while, and the worst part is probably going to have to be the urethral catheter I'm going to have to insert to deal with flushing all that salt out of your system."
Excuse me, did you just say /catheter/? That had /better/ be the worst part! At this point, though, Wesley's not really much up for talking, so he mostly just nods at Hank's explanation. "That's fine," he mumbles.
Hank nods, and slides Wes and his IV with fluids into the CAT scanner, bed and all, then turns to the machine, doing whatever he has to to get the images he needs. After a good few minutes, he takes Wes back out and locks the bed, so it accidentally doesn't roll away, or anything. He checks the bag, then sighs ruefully at Wes, giving him a supportive, encouraging smile. "All right, now, Wes. It's not going to be pleasant but I'll give you something that will make it very much less painful for you to have that catheter inserted just before I do it. All right?"
Funny you should mention Quark! Because -- well hopefully Kitty or Piotr has access to the medbay, or they're going to be standing outside looking silly. (Well.. Piotr will. Kitty could just phase through and get permission to come in. >.>) BUT! If the doors open, then Kitty leads the way in, having phased Piotr - who's carrying a somewhat loopy Quark - and Lockheed down from the main level. "Mr McCoy? Er.. Hank?" Kitty calls, somewhat nervously. Poor guy must be getting run ragged with everything that's happening. She checks to see if there's a clear bed, first, anxious. "I hate to like, bother you - but we've got a problem. Chris had an accident." And from her tone, she doesn't mean he went wee-wee. Which would be more of an embarassment than an accident. And would be more likely if he was, oh say, FOUR. "He fell down the stairs about half an hour ago. Jean had me give him a muscle relaxant -" She's got the bottles that Jean had given Piotr, mind. Cuz he's carrying Quark, naturally. "He's got a lot of bruises; possibly broke his right leg, and he has a head injury.." Maybe even a concussion; she hopes not though. Of course, the InfoDump isn't given until AFTER Hank is done with what he's doing to Wesley, and has given Kitty his attention. "Looks like it was another attack - he said that he saw..some kindo f bright flare?" She glances at Piotr again, for confirmation, "And he 'ported away, blind." Which lead to him falling down the stairs, yasee.
Yes, please don't have the /other/ kind of accident while Peter's carrying you to the medlab. There's not much to add, so he mostly nods long with Kitty's explanation. "He does not seem to be in too much pain now with the medicine Dr. Grey gave him, so I just carried him here. He did not have pains in his neck, so we thought this was fine. Where would you like me to put him?" Not that he's really that heavy for the Russian, but he's not too confident about the 'not in too much pain' bit.
Quark can blame the drugs for the loopiness--well, at least some of it; he can be loopy on his own, too--as well as thank them for his lack of pain and peace of mind. He blinks slowly, turning his head just barely as he closes his eyes to block out the change in lighting as they enter the white medbay. He nods at Kitty's explanation, adding to Dr. McCoy with a small, odd smile, "Umm...I was in the library when I got blinded. So I had to teleport out...and the rest is history. Fell down the stairs, and I think my right leg is broken again." Still, he can maintain the small smile because the painkillers are keeping him relaxed and pain-free. Yay! He turns to Wes and shakes his head a little, a small part of his mind trying to fight the drugs, wanting to shout out in despair at the agony his friends are all going through; but in his current state, all he can say is, "Wes...what happened to you?"
It's a good thing the good doctor hasn't *actually* injected Wes with the feel-good anesthetic, which won't knock him out but *will* make it relatively painless to have tubes inserted in delicate anatomy. With a start the cathether is laid down, still in it's package, and Hank curses colorfully (and loudly!) as he sees Quark. He waves them towards the last bed in the medbay. "Lay him down. Good, he hasn't got any neck injuries. What about his pupils?" He glances at Kity, and Piotr, and nods, suddenly making a decision. "That is it. That is *it*." No, the baritone doesn't raise, but nevertheless, Hank has finally broken, and he's *this* close to just letting lose. If he was alone he might give the kids a show. As it is, his eyes darken, and he strides over to his computer and furiously types something out, hitting the print button. When it prints, he snatches the paper (putting holes in it from his claws) and holds it out to Kitty and Piotr. "Here," he says. Not quite growling. Just. . . in a rage. "One of you take these orders up to Logan. From this moment on we are in lockdown. Anybody who attempts to leave will be shot. I am not kidding, and this is not negotiable. Nobody comes in, nobody leaves until we catch this bastard. Nobody leaves the *mansion*. Nobody's allowed on the grounds. If anybody wants to question me, tell them to come down here to do it." A pause, then, he adds something, still speaking in those clipped, full of rage tones. "And if you want to come back down here and help, I can certainly use it."
Wesley, in the meantime, is staring at the unopened package left beside him. That's going /where/? Yeah, maybe he's not feeling so bad as he thought. Except when he tries to sit up, the already sore stomach sends several spasms through his body and he groans, falling back to the table. At Quark's question, he tilts his head over. "Hank thinks... salt poisoning. Man, you look... like crap," he says, trying to offer a smile between shallow breaths.
Dude. Shot!? That's .. wow. Kitty glances worriedly at Piotr, then looks to Lockheed, who bristles a bit in the face of rage. RAARR! Kitty shooshes the dragon, and glances back to Piotr as she takes the note from the Hankster. Once he puts Quark down on the last bed, Kitty offers the note to the tall drink of Russian. "Here, could you bring this up to Logan?" Then back to Hank, grimacing. AngryHank is Scary. Someone hold me ;.;! "I'll stay and help." She's not a certified nurse or anything, but.. she's had first aid courses with Jean! And Hank needs the help. o.o
But Logan is likely with Jean. And Jean is with Scott. Peter gives Kitty a wide-eyed look as he lays Quark on the bed, then nods, taking the note. There's always armored form if need be. "I can come back to help yes." Or hunt down this person. Most college prof's aren't going to accept a Lockdown for as an excuse for absence. better step up this search over the weekend. Note in hand, he makes his way toward the door, his fate decided.
Quark blinks a few times in Hank's direction, but is currently too drugged to react appropriately; when normally such a reaction would greatly frighten him, instead it only elicits that frustratingly simple, goofy smile. In an absent voice, he replies simply, "Wow, doctor...You look angry. You should get some sleep." Turning to Wes, he frowns again and replies, "Umm...that sucks." He wishes he could offer some scientific explanation or advice, but is too distracted and tired to do so. Smiling at Kitty and nodding to Peter in thanks for the help, he relaxes on the bed. Momentarily, he yawns and says promptly, "I'm tired. I need some sleep...talk to you all tomorrow." And with that, he goes slack, falling asleep on the spot.
Quark (OOC) says, "alright...thanks for an awesome RP time! :)"
Quark (OOC) exclaims, "see you all later!!"