Creating problems daily [active/semi-open]

[clevermedic]

Characters: sound off BILLY REBECCA CLAIRE LEON CHRIS KEVIN ANY OTHER RE FOLKS OR BARFOLKS OR CLINIC FOLKS OR 70 IRVING PLACE FOLKS.
Content: After the events of this log our resident boys have a lot of 'splainin to do.
Location: 70 Irving Place clinic, probably eventually moving to Pete's.
Time of day: after this wraps up.
Warnings: Forget Wesker

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[redfield]

Claire had been in the bar when she'd seen the parade back, and had been quick to relocate to the clinic. She wasn't helping matters any at the moment, leaning against a wall and glaring directly at her brother, although her eyes did shift occasionally to include Leon in her wrath. She wasn't sure if she was more mad at them for chasing Wesker down without an army and a rocket launcher, or if she was mad that she hadn't been by her radio to hear the call to chase Wesker down so she could round up additional backup. She was pissed, all the same, so why exactly she was wasn't so pressing a matter at the moment.

"So was there even a plan included in this or did you guys just pretty much go in with your cocks out trying to play whose is bigger?" She was being less quiet about her irritation than Rebecca was allowing them. Possibly because she wasn't trying to focus on fixing them, but she imagined she'd still be able to be snappy while cleaning a wound.

[m0therlove]

For once, Billy was the least injured and also the one that Rebecca was least angry at. He was certainly not taking that for granted, but the rest of the events of the day had pretty much crushed any kind of good feelings.

He sat in the farthest corner of the clinic, icing his leg (back in the brace, much to his chagrin, but he didn't want to try to incite Rebecca's wrath), his usual steely glare on full power, keeping entirely to himself and planning on only speaking if somebody bothered him to do so.

[nevermadestars]

Kevin had an ice cold beer in each hand. One was pressed against his forehead, to help keep any swelling down, and he was enjoying the other one. He needed it after he got filled in on the situation in the city.

"No, it was just a massive dick waving contest," he stated as if he was trying to be serious. "Which I won, by the way." He flashed the obviously-pissed-off Claire a teasing grin, then went back to nursing his beer.

[colt_python]

"Doesn't seem like much of a win from where I'm standing," Barry said, shooting Kevin a withering look. "What the hell were you all thinking?"

Of course, if Barry had heard the radio message he would have gone out there and helped without a second thought, but he wasn't about to say that out loud. He didn't feel like undermining his own point today, thanks.