Farewell Happy Fields!

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Farewell Happy Fields!

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What: Aftermath of Anoli Attack: Hospital
Where: Leo Ward - Caduceus Hospital Headquarters
Summary: It is the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies. The injured have been taken to Caduceus Hospital Headquarters, and it is time for reflection, visting, or old-fashioned escapes from the hospital rooms.
Warnings: Mild squick if people want to describe their wounds in explicit detail.

Caduceus Hospital Headquarters. It has a distinguished history within Hinoto-Ri, boasting of a staff of well-trained Healers, as well as possessing the most cutting edge medical technology possible. There was no limb they couldn't reattach, no organ they couldn't replace... - they even claimed to be able to bring someone back from the dead (with the small disclaimer that it could only occur under certain conditions and with an obscene amount of luck).

So needless to say, the hospital was more than well-equipped to deal with the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies.

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Nearly every hospital bed had been filled by an injured patient that night. The A&E room had been in constant chaos, with civilians crying and shouting, searching for loved ones, or demanding to see doctors or healers to help so-and-so...

There had also been plenty of reporters milling about, shouting and crying over the status of the Mayor's Secretary, and whether the Red Lion had really died at the scene, or if he was still alive and well within the safety of the hospital's ICU.

By the time morning broke, there was a false sense of tranquillity within the hospital. The healers had been pushed to their limits with the sheer number of patients being wheeled in and out of surgery, but otherwise, the situation had finally gotten under control. Now, both civilians and visitors were merely waiting for word of the conditions of their injured friends and family...

[Welcome to the winding down of the event! You are now at the hospital, where you may be visiting the injured, or be one of the injured yourself! Those with RED injuries will be in the ICU, and those with YELLOW injures will be in normal wards, for obvious reasons. Those with GREEN injuries wouldn't have had to go to the hospital at all, so they are free to come and go as they wish!

You may all start your threads and mingle!]

Comments

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

There's a rapping on the door. "Hello? There a Ms., uh, Pendragon in here? I've got a delivery for you." He blinks, looking at the card. "Huh. How Arthurian," he comments idly. Apparently, Guybrush at least is a reader of the classics.

[maybe_a_king]

Who hasn't heard of King Arthur? Arturia's heard enough comments about her last name she simply rolls her eyes at the comment.

"So I've been told. Thank you for the delivery, sir. Could you please bring it here for me?"

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"Oh, uh, hang on, I'm supposed to read something." He pulls out another card along with the basket -- you're not entirely sure WHERE FROM, but you could almost SWEAR he had it in his pants somehow -- and reads. " 'Just a friendly little delivery from the Mays Corporation, wishing you a quick recovery after your brave actions during our recent crisis!'" Thumbs up! ...and then a sigh. "Anyway, here you go."

It's a pretty generic basket on a whole; you can't help but shake the feeling they stocked it with things that, while still fresh, were probably not selling very well otherwise.

[maybe_a_king]

Except it couldn't fit in his pants. Arturia gives him a weird look for a moment before deciding to take the MST3K route. She's still got pain meds running through her system. She has to be hallucinating.

"Oh, thank you, Mr.... I'm sorry. What's your name?"

But yeah, lemon body butter that smelled more like cleaning supplies and cotton candy hand wash that left a sticky residue afterward didn't look like things that would sell too well on a normal day.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"Me? I'm Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate (tm)." It's hard to say if he tacks on the last bit as an egotistical gesture, or because he's somehow obligated to do so. "Just kinda serving as a delivery guy today, though." He plunks the basket down on the table near the bed.