[log] General Hospital [closed]

[jumpthegun]

Characters: Watson, Charles, Charlie, England, Luna, Ecks, Fiona, and anyone else who pops over for a quick visit
Location Building 34
Date: Day 145 - 147
Summary: A surgery party along with other affairs.
Warnings: Some discussion of eye squick.

[Most of this house is in ruins--to get to the door requires walking over some rubble of the ruined house, although it seems like someone has moved the worst of it, allowing easier access to the house. The intact door leads to two intact rooms, and therefore it can be used as an overnight shelter. The door opens to a master bedroom with a large mattress and a thick comforter--too thick to carry without trouble, but nice for staying overnight here. The master bedroom is attached to a functioning master bathroom; the most important thing to note here is that it has a working shower with about ten minutes of hot water every day. One nightstand has been broken apart and burned. Written on the wall is "EMERGENCY RATIONS IN NIGHTSTAND. MEETING DAY 67, HOUSE TO NORTHWEST. CONTACT @CMDRSHEPARD". Carved on the wall is "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY NINETY-FIVE, TRAVELLING NORTH. IF ANY ASSISTANCE IS NEEDED CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME". One of the cabinets is marked with an X made of blue painter's tape. The following is written in blue ink on the wall: "This is Building 52 on the composite map. Medical assistance and hot, clean water available here. Toiletry supplies in bathroom cabinets. Contact @CaptSteveRogers for details." Underneath this is a pretty accurate map showing the house in relation to the west snow wall, the funeral home, the park, the convenience store, the school and athletic shed, and buildings 19, 20, 21, 24, 25, 28, 31, 35, and 37. House 35 is labeled "Extra supplies in kitchen cabinets." The snow wall is labeled "Snow wall." The park is labeled "Park." The convenience store is labeled "Convenience store; unlike store in northeast this is not a source of food." The school is labeled "School. Food available in cafeteria; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT." The athletic shed is labeled "Shed". The funeral home is labeled "UNSAFE; DO NOT STAY HERE OVERNIGHT."]

Comments

145, for Watson!

[plundering]

[Fiona isn't planning on staying long. There are far too many people in the area for it to feel safe, not with all the monster encounters she's already had, and it would be just their luck for Watson to survive the Joker and then be killed by an anomaly. Alfie decided to hang back, which she's sure Watson will be happy about, so Fiona enters the house alone, scanning the bedroom. Considering the house is so small, he isn't exactly hard to spot, and the bandages wrapped around his head aren't exactly hard to spot, either.

She exhales, some mixture of relief and dismay. He's fine, of course. This outcome is far better than what she'd expected, but part of her is still pissed off about it, so she crosses the room impulsively and hugs him tight.]

Hey. Working on that bandit look, huh?

[jumpthegun]

[Hugs! Well, John certainly doesn't mind unexpected hugs from friends. He squeezes her back briefly.]

Couldn't find a good hat for it. Making do as you can.

[He pulls back and looks her over with a concerned eye.]

You're all right, as well? No problems getting here?

[plundering]

[She gives him a look, but her tone isn't harsh, at least.]

Don't start. I'm fine. Are you okay?

[jumpthegun]

Fine. I'm... all right. As best as can be expected. My ear hurts like hell. Along with my head, but it's all healing up. Don't think I've got a concussion, at least. Just... banged up.

[Tender all over and still moving a little slowly, carefully.]

I'm also pretty sure I've never felt more loved than I have in the past few days. I think I might actually scream if another person asks to come visit me. [It's said with good humor, but really. This is a little too much fuss for a man.]

Night 146, ota

[advanced]

[He knows this is nearby where Joker fought Watson, just because of where he knew Peggy had been when she had been killed and where Watson had been going to try and find out what happened.

He plans to investigate the area, hopefully find a trail, and follow it. What he doesn't expect to find is a house absolutely teeming with people, most of whom he has never met before. Bucky looks a state, wearing a tatty hoodie over the top of clothing made of black leather and straps. He freezes in the doorway and is just turning around to leave again, when it slams and locks.

Experience has taught him that he won't be able to break out, so he tries to edge around the group and find a more deserted corner to sit in. But if anyone does approach then he'll be generous enough to hold out an energy bar he found a couple of days ago. Almost like a silent offering to bribe whoever it is to take it and leave him alone.]

[ecks]

[Today was a long trek; perhaps it would have been easier to overnight in the shed, but she's fairly certain Alfie's group is there now, given how late in the morning they arrived at the school. He was right that five is too many, though the clinic was not the best place to go to avoid a large group. She's not sitting in the closet tonight -- much too paranoid mature for that now -- but she has claimed a corner from which she peers at the man who arrives a little while after her.

It is fortunate that Doctor House is not here, she decides. She doesn't mean to seem hostile in the slightest, but the blank, ongoing stare with which she greets the assassin probably isn't the friendliest-looking thing in the world.]

[advanced]

[She's got a pretty recognisable face, so it's almost instantly that he zeroes in on her once things have settled down for the night. She's close to House, that could be useful to him now.]

Where's your friend?

[ecks]

[She doesn't answer immediately, not entirely certain who he means at first blush. Doctor Watson? No -- the person he has seen her with is Doctor House. The person she knows would say something he shouldn't to this man is Doctor House. He is not asking out of friendliness.]

He no to be here.

[In some circumstances it is better not to admit an ally is absent. In this circumstance, however, Doctor House's presence would be a liability.

In a lot of circumstances Doctor House's presence would be a liability.]

[mightyratslayer]

[When Charlie wakes up, it takes him a few minutes to remember where he is. Right, that whole back alley doctoring thing. Looks like he survived that, at least. Whatever Watson did to him while he was out, though, Charlie's not sure that it worked. His face hurts more than it did before and now his leg hurts too. Ugh.

He groans and sits up and that's when he sees the new guy sitting in the corner. It's dark, but there's definitely one more shadowy blob of a person than there was when Watson put him out.

Cool, he's definitely in the mood to make new friends.]

Um. Hi. Who are you? [He's groggy and his voice is still hoarse but anyway hello Bucky, what's up?]

[advanced]

[Of course he noticed the man laid out when he got here, evidence of fresh surgery clear in the scent of blood in the air and the makeshift bandaging. This must be the person spoken of over the network the other day, the victim of an attack by someone called Beckett.

His head whips around as soon as he knows he's not the only person awake any longer, voice low in the gloom.]

Go back to to sleep.

[Hi to you too.]

[mightyratslayer]

[Wow, rude. Charlie was kind of tempted to just pass out again if only to put off dealing with the pain for a few more hours, but now this guy would think it was his idea and he can't abide by that. He's been out for, God, who knows how long anyway.]

Don't tell me what to do.

Day 145 and Day 146

[jumpthegun]

A - 145
[They arrive sometime in the afternoon at the clinic, and John wastes no time setting his things aside and going to have a look around the room. It's unlikely there will be signs of Peggy left, but he has to try, at least. He can be found moving slowly around the room, stopping at any odd scuffs on the floor or markings on the wall, eyes searching for strands of brown hair, a note, anything.

He's looking a little worse for wear with a bandage over his right ear and a sweatband holding that in place beneath his ball cap. He really needs to find a better hat for this weather.]

B - 146
[The next day is surgery day for Charlie. Before that, Watson's spending his time prepping supplies, making sure everything is neat and set, and going through the procedure in his mind's eye.

After all is said and done, he'll be sticking near Charlie's bedside for a while, just to make certain the other man is doing all right, that there aren't any complications, and that he's generally comfortable. But he's available for talking and will smile wearily at anyone who comes by.]

b

[advanced]

[By the time he arrives the surgery is long finished, there's only the aftermath of blood and bandages.

Watson has only ever been text on the other end of the tablet for him, so he doesn't even recognise the man stood by the table. But it doesn't take amazing deductive skills to work out he must be the doctor who operated, and he only knew of one doctor in this area.

It doesn't make his approach any less cautious.]

Dr. Watson?

[jumpthegun]

[That sure is the Bucky Barnes he knows from the movies. It takes John a moment to reply, standing and moving away from the bed. He motions for Bucky to follow; John moves a little sluggishly, but he's alert. When he speaks, he keeps his voice soft.]

That's me. Jay? Looked for signs of Ms. Carter yesterday here and next door, and the group we sent over to the school and shed checked there today. We didn't find anything, no signs of any struggle or anything untoward. At least not in the building. [His brows furrow.] I'm sorry, sir.

[advanced]

[The sluggish movements catch his eye, that's concerning, shouldn't he have recovered from hypothermia symptoms by now? Had he been hurt more severely in his altercation with the Joker? All things to discover later.

He nods, expression blank.]

I know where to look next.

[He takes off his baseball hat and rubs a gloved hand through greasy and tangled hair. It's not a thanks, per se, but he does offer something more than that abrupt statement.]

You did what you could.

A, later in the evening

[brokethefirst]

[She's spent the entire trek to the clinic in silence. Estinien's talk earlier in the day has left her feeling weak and distracted, gladly welcoming the change in direction so as not to have to talk about her demeanor with anyone else. When the group separates and John explores, Luna keeps to herself in an attempt not to hover, eyes drifting to him in an attempt to watch his condition, but purposefully keeping space from everyone as best as she can.

It's only when the light starts to disappear from outside that she places a hand on Watson's shoulder, her voice quiet.]

Would you let me check your dressing, when you have a moment?

[jumpthegun]

[John had noted Luna's quiet and been curious, but his mind had been focused on Peggy. Now, though? With no clues forthcoming, there's little else to do but turn his attention toward her.]

Sure. Let's head into the 'loo.

[It both provides a convenient counter and privacy in case people don't want to stare at his mangled ear while it's healing.]

You've been quiet today. [He says once he's put down the toilet lid and sat himself down on it.] What's wrong?

[brokethefirst]

[Settling herself near the countertop, Luna nearly fumbles the soap she pulls from her belongings at his remark.]

O-oh... I...

N-nothing, really. [An obvious lie.] I've just been, um... worried about you. T-the men involved with Beckett, too.

145, midday, also for Luna

[ecks]

[Yesterday, when Ecks left this building, it was empty. Today it is more akin to how she remembers it looking when Doctor Stein stole Rhys and cut up his brain, i.e. full of too many people. Still, she has business here, and there is time enough left in the day to get well and truly clear of the place if she does not linger too long.

She shuts the door behind her, giving the others in the room a wary look, and picks a wall to edge along in order to get to someone she actually wants to talk to. She'll leave her scarf on for now, even going so far as to reach up and adjust it to cover more of her face.]

Doctor Watson?

[jumpthegun]

Ecks! Hey.

[They hadn't parted on the... best terms, but dying had changed things from his side. His gaze searches her be-scarfed face.]

How are you doing?

[She'd wanted to show him something. He remembers that.]

[ecks]

I to be alive.

[She hasn't quite shook the habit of stating the obvious, and in a way "alive" is about what can be said for their shared state in general. She glances around, internally debating whether there is anyone here who should not see the thing she has brought to show to Doctor Watson.]

I to come to show you thing. No...no to lie.

[brokethefirst]

[Luna hovers a short distance away from Watson when the scarfed stranger enters the house, her eyes silently flickering between Ecks and the nearby window, lip worrying between her teeth. It's one more person, one more possibility for this crowd to turn into the disaster that had occurred at the pharmacy.

Still, when Ecks gets close enough, Luna nervously nods a greeting with a curt, almost clumsy bow at the waist, staying quiet when Watson speaks to her. It's likely none of her business, but there still wasn't shame in being polite.]

A, with Charles

[mightyratslayer]

[The C Squad wanders in late in the afternoon. They had planned to be here earlier, but then there was that weird house with the baby stuff and they kinda got sidetracked for a sec. At least Charlie got some stickers out of the deal.

Huh, though. This is the clinic? Sure, okay, but yikes, there are a lot more people here than Charlie was expecting. Watson hadn't said anything about having a posse. There was that whole thing with the Joker, though. Maybe that's why everyone's here? And maybe that's why the dude Charlie assumes is Watson has all that crap on his head. They kinda match, though. That's cool.]

Uhh... Hey. [He's feeling a little awkward...] Dr. Watson? Hi. What's up?

slides in here

[coyoteking]

[Charles shuffles in after Charlie, glancing around with what is probably more caution than this situation warrants. There are people here already, and that's... weird. There was supposed to be one person. Although, granted, that was before said person got kidnapped by a psychopath and buried alive.

So okay, maybe it makes sense for him to have an entourage right now. Still makes Charles nervous. He doesn't think he knows either of the people hanging around on the sidelines.

... But Watson trusts them, apparently. And Watson agreed to help him and Charlie, despite not knowing them at all. So he should just ignore the bad feeling and calm the hell down.

As usual, he's been carrying the hatchet while they travel- a bit more aggressively than before they met Beckett- but he forces himself to drop it to his side.

Charlie already said the "hi", so:]

We're here. Haven't lost anymore pieces. [He squints.] Did the clown guy do that? [Gesturing to the bandages. With what is obviously great tact.]

[jumpthegun]

Glad to hear that! [Very glad. John offers the pair a friendly smile.] And no, not directly. It's, uh... frostbite. Best try to avoid that, yeah? I'll be looking a little lopsided myself once this comes off. But between all of us we've got every limb and organ intact, right?

[Enjoy your brief slide into nervous surgeon humor.]

D'you guys have enough food? Water? I've got extra food from the school. Some of the others are going to make a run over tomorrow for supplies there, so we've got plenty. I can have a look at your injuries once you're settled in and we can talk.