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[nineteenfortyfive]

[This is one stressed, unhappy Claire Fraser. She wipes at her forehead with the back of her hand before looking at the screen, clearly torn between trying to appear professional and not giving a damn and doing nothing to hide her agitation. After moment, the latter wins out.]

If you haven't noticed, the bloody Sanctuary has closed its doors. Look miserable enough and you might be let in, but for now, I wouldn't go to them if you're in need of medical assistance. [Her way of helping--the less people banging at their door, the sooner they might relax. Unlikely, given the state of things, but she'll try where she can. Yet this has soured her opinion of the place, and Lysa.]

I've some things I've collected myself, and I'm sure some of you have managed to borrow supplies, so I suggest we all pool it together. Make our own temporary clinic until they allow us back in. A place to treat everyone, regardless of the madness in the streets. The residential district, preferably. Somewhere out of the way.

Ideally, no one will be hurt, but I don't think that's a realistic goal at this point.

[Looting, riots, vultures... no way blood isn't getting spilled.]

If you're a healer, and you'd like to assist, please do so. If you're hurt, let myself or someone else know. Someone can go to you or fetch you. We must rely on ourselves.

[She hesitates before adding:]

And I suppose if you feel like paying the Sanctuary a visit regardless, I can tell you where things are and what we could use.

[Not too long after this goes live, there's a text file attached with the address of a run down house not far from the starter homes, as well as a list of items that would be appreciated, including food.]

Comments

[priorly]

Did I sound like I was suggesting insurrection? [Does he look like he'd be suggesting insurrection?] I'd rather not have blood anywhere - a functioning hospital did rather reassure on that point. Still, they're not good in a crisis, are they. Helpful, as we have so many here.

[Of the magic workers Prior knows, he suspects the problem won't be staying inside as trying to be everywhere at once. Still.]

I have a little of both, if you let me know where you find to bring it.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Just in case anyone is eavesdropping. [She knows for a fact some of the people on the network like their violence. Hopefully, they're off in Wyver.]

Do you? Wonderful. I'll send you the address.

[Of a shoddy house that was either looted or no one wanted it. A deterrent, maybe.]

Just be careful.

[priorly]

If anyone's eavesdropping they can rest assured you're only after a bloodless coup.

[Because no eavesdropper missed that subtle encouragement, Claire. He checks the address - it's not too far but also not too sanitary.]

My doctor has a clinic room at the local brothel - Shades Darker? It's sanitary, and if the rest of the place is less so, the surfaces are at least wipe clean. Maybe you could set up there?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Dr. Watson? We're friends. [She did wonder how much doctoring he got up to over there, but never really felt inclined to ask.]

It might not be a bad idea to have two places, seeing how things are going. If one gets sacked or set on fire, the other is still around.

[Positive thinking!!!]

[priorly]

So are we, despite the cold hands in unmentionable places.

[And, yes, that's a... positive spin.]

I'd hope it's a little less flammable, too. Does anyone know why all this started?

[nineteenfortyfive]

God knows. I just woke up to hearing things breaking, and then it's all gone downhill from there.

[priorly]

I swear, things go downhill here more often than the Appalachian trail. Well my medicine cabinet's more suited to the chronic rather than the critical but we have some bandages and painkillers that might be suited for general use. Beyond that - what about clothing? Torn into strips you've got a resource for tourniquets and wraps.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I'll take whatever you're willing to spare. My dress is getting shorter by the hour.

[Ripping her skirt for bandages has been a tried and tested method of improvisation for many years. Her knees are cold.]