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

[lambentstar]

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

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[stockholmes]

After parting with Holmes, Watson had briefly returned to 221B in order to collect his medical bag, as he belatedly realized that however good a doctor he is, he cannot offer much help without the tools of his trade, not at least with the more serious injuries. Now with bag in one hand, trusted cane in the other, Watson returns to the streets of Taxon to deal with the miserable mess a madman other than Holmes has created.

And the more he ventures out into the city itself, the more he realizes how bad a mess it is. It's apparent that at least some of the bombs have gone off - not all, but enough to scatter and maim several of the streets he comes to.

This is unbelievable. The third body on this site proves, like the rest, to be nothing more than an unrecognizable corpse. I don't care what Holmes has in store for him, just that it's fast.

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[dieneidio]

Medical bag? Enfys is sold, even if it looks a bit before-their-time. She already picked up a Starfleet officer; why not round out the group a little? Biting the inside of her lip and hoping that the mangled body is only an Extra (she squints for a flash of silver at the wrist and isn't ashamed of relief when she sees nothing), she overtakes him and pulls up in front.

"You're a doctor?"

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[stockholmes]

Watson freezes; first there's the roaring sound he hears nearby, and with the talk of (and proof thereof) aliens, vampires, and things much worse, the doctor finds himself rather rooted in place. The situation is no different when, second, a woman riding the very monstrosity making the noise stops ahead of him, apparently in the mood for conversation.

The question doesn't quite register at first; Watson is much too interested in the contraption the woman is sitting upon like it's a horse, but it's something that seems mechanical. Something she's picked up within this city, perhaps?

"... Ah, yes," he answers her question, finally, then brings his eyes to her when he realizes why indeed the woman must be asking it. "Wait-- are you hurt? You all right?"

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[dieneidio]

"Not me, angel, I'm fine-" against all evidence to the contrary. Enfys looks like something the cat batted around with the hyenas before dragging it in, frankly, dirty and sweaty and bleeding sluggishly from a few places, her jeans torn and her short leather jacket beat up. Her hair was in two neat braids, at some point, but they didn't fare much better than the rest of her.

Despite that, as she swings her legs off the bike, none of it seems to be slowing her down. "I'm Enfys Llewelyn," she says, briskly, "and I'm picking up doctors for the triage at Wayne Manor. You in or do I have to threaten you a bit first like the other bloke?"

[delcorazon]

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

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

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

[behindfirelight]

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

[delcorazon]

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

[lambentstar]

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

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

[lanterncast]

Judith arrives at the manor late, and in contrast with the man she recognized and nodded to at the door she's become more clothed, not less, although this is only because her shirt finally gave up the ghost entirely. Her new gray t-shirt is several sizes too big and dampened with sweat, and she still looks a mess, with the addition of a half-healed and sizeable gash down her right arm that she's pointedly ignoring.

(After leaving the Doctor, she got into a fight with a wreckage site. It's hard to say who won, since it's an inanimate piece of scenery, but Judith would say she did.)

She's calmer now, at least, and on a search for people she knows. Or people who will go 'oh god, what happened to you, sit down', so she can stare at them blankly and be stoic.

[dieneidio]

With everything today, Enfys has been in and out of the manor - mostly out, dropping her prizes off at the door and taking off to search out someone else, but she's tired and dirty and her hair is starting to get in her way, so she's taking a few minutes now that it seems safe to with a comb to rebraid her hair. It was neatly in two sections this morning, you know.

"-hey, dick."

[lanterncast]

"--Enfys! Judith lights up like a badly wired lightbulb, flickering and dim, and pretty much tackles her outright, with no respect for her hair whatsoever. Judith hugs her tightly, ignoring the almost blinding pain that lances up from her arm.

"You fucking asshole, I thought you died!"

[dieneidio]

"Jesus fuck me-" Enfys laughs, with that hysterical edge that usually colours this kind of reunion, and drops the comb and the hairbands to wrap her arms around Judith in kind. "Of course I didn't fucking die- I've been running around with the Ducati Bruce gave me to pick up doctors and whatnot, I'm fine, you look like you got hit by a truck-"

[hercandleguides]

Leila doesn't get to the Manor until later than the average bird headed this way- she's got to go to the dungeon and fit it for the Doctor, and she's not totally certain of her own health. While she only suffered a few contusions, miraculously, she's been performing feats of magic virtually all day long, and that combined with the stress, radiation proximity, and carrying all of her equipment mean she's fairly tired and fairly at the end of her rope when she arrives.

She considers knocking, like a sane, polite person, but instead just lets herself in so she can wander to find everyone else. Her jacket gets shrugged off pretty quickly, which means her tattoo is exposed, and so is the bruise shading the top of it- it was caused by a stray rubber bullet, and it aches, but it's not remotely as bad as what many others incurred (rubber bullets are not necessarily non-lethal), so she's not even going to think of it.

[behindfirelight]

Sol - shirtless, bloody, exhausted - is near the ballroom's entrance to do the assessments as people come in, which means that he's among the first people Leila sees. The others are probably not going to respond to her quite the way that he does, which is to abandon the way he's watching for somewhere he's needed to put his hands to Leila's face and kiss her, purposefully, in lieu of a greeting.

[hercandleguides]

Leila finds this a perfectly acceptable greeting; she folds into Sol's hands naturally, and they will probably be at this a while. At least until she gets light-headed, which has yet to occur--instead she wraps both arms around him and lets herself lean on him while he can lean on her. Together maybe they'll manage to stay right-side up after this bitch of a day.

She's aware, somewhere in the back of her mind, he's got blood all over him, and she's wearing a three thousand dollar outfit. It's moot by now, and this is vastly more important.

[behindfirelight]

The blood is both his and other people's and hasn't bothered him yet, as blood tends not to do; he will, unfortunately, leave slight prints on her jaw before his hands drop to her waist to gather her in against him. They hold each other up, and they've had worse days than today.

[lambentstar]

When things are settled down (to some extent; nothing is really going to be calm, not for a long while, but most patients are stable and the makeshift field hospital is running smoothly with Extras and medical personnel working in tandem) Cat breaks away to look for Bruce, who she hasn't seen except for a few glimpses she's not sure about after he announced he needed something from the library. There's nothing else she can do where she is, except make periodic checks, and that means she does have time to do this. She brings the map with her, and on a hunch that's...really more of a certainty, she collects a sandwich and a thermos from the kitchen as she passes by.

[obscuronoctis]

Bruce has not really stopped moving since hearing the bomb threat, and that would be fine - by now it's only been a few hours, how time flies - but he hasn't been in the habit of sleeping, and the context of the disaster is particularly unnerving. Injured secured, madman locked away, survivors pulled up, jobs sorted, radiation attended to, plans made-- he now had nothing to do, nothing immediate, and for a moment he'd stood and stared out the front doors and thought how much he would give and suffer and bleed to never see another bomb go off, to never feel the heat of another fire

[lambentstar]

"...oh, honey," is all Cat says at first, standing in the doorway holding her intended gifts loosely in her hands. She expected him to be battered, judging by his old scars, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt her to see them anyway. She's been battered like that, she knows how it hurts. She puts the (wrapped in cellophane, fortunately) sandwich and thermos on the counter, and then stands behind him and lightly puts her hands on his bare back.

"You know we've got doctors who could do that for you, don't you? And you should get some painkillers or you're never gonna get to sleep tonight."

[obscuronoctis]

He hears her coming and doesn't deviate from his activity because he knows who it is; only Cat or Enfys would come looking for him on their own, and her footsteps are not in any way similar to the blood-covered axe-wielding girl who flits in and out downstairs. He glances at her in the mirror and finds he doesn't know how to placate her - who'd believe 'I'm fine'? - but he is, because it doesn't hurt, it's just annoying. His skin keeps tearing on that arm and someday he's going to end up ripping a chunk out just from over-use.

Bruce is about to say It doesn't need stitches when she comes up behind him. He stills, not shying away but not really responding, either. He's not sure why Cat is doing this (or maybe he is, but he's too distant right now to acknowledge it), and it unsettles him. Guilt and embarrassment are the first things to flicker through him, and with a shadow of bitterness he reflects on how he can pretend to be someone he's not and have laughing, beautiful women hanging over his every vapid word, but when it comes to