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]

Knock knock knock. "Howdy! Got a delivery here for..." He pulls out the card, and stares at the name. "...uh..."

He's not sure he's being paid enough to pronounce things like this.

[greatergone]

"'La Kais."

He'd be miffed about it later. Right now, he was trying to bury himself in his own shame, very self-pitying. But he felt he had a right to it.

"Is that who you are looking for?"

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"...Yeah. Yeah, that's it exactly." Man, what a weird name. Not normal, like Guybrush Threepwood.

He pulls out the usual basket. At this point, he's sort of memorized the stupid spiel, though. "'Just a friendly little delivery from the Mays Corporation, wishing you a quick recovery after your brave actions during our recent crisis!'" he says, showing it off. "Er, do you even eat half this stuff?"

[greatergone]

He looked a little confused. Gifts were not something he was ever used to, mostly because his society didn't really participate in such things.

"What is it? If it's food, I would presume so."

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"Oh, okay. I didn't know if there was, like, some sort of xenobiological culinary requirements that were being ignored here." Hang on a sec, Guybrush, let's ring up those hundred dollar words there. He plonks the basket down by the bed. "Anyway, I guess it's a promotional thingy or something."

[greatergone]

"Despite my looks, we are not all too different from humans in terms of environment."

Fruit, meat, etc, were all acceptable things, even if most Tau just ate all their nutrients in specially designed meals created to fulfill certain requirements.

"Promotion? Are they trying to sell something?"

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"Gotcha. Sorry about that. I'm not usually the alien guy anyway." ...then who IS the alien guy?

"Themselves, mostly," he replies, snorting a bit. "I don't really have many fond thoughts about megacorporations, but a job's a job in a place like this."

Oh, right, an introduction. "I'm Guybrush Threepwood, by the way. Mighty Pirate (tm)." He says that almost like he's contractually obligated to, although he's obviously proud of it.

[greatergone]

Pirate. He wasn't unfamiliar to the term. Humans had pirates and 'rogue traders', both of which did things for the Tau for their own advantage. As long as it benefited the Tau over the humans in the long run, the authorities didn't seem to care much.

"Do you have your ship here?"

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

He coughs. "Actually, my last ship kinda got blown to smithereens. I don't really have any ship here either way, though. Neither does my wife." He sighs. "We're kind of lacking in those grand ocean waters for one anyway, you know?"

[greatergone]

"No, I don't know." He really didn't. But he understood the actual need for a ship. The lack of room, for example, was a puzzling thing to say.

Which meant he was pointing up. Past the ceiling.

"There seemed to be plenty of room to fly a ship."

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"I'm not really for the whole 'flying ship' thing. Stuff that big tends to fall down again in a really messy way." And believe us, Guybrush is no stranger to flying in the air and landing in uncomfortable ways.