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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.]

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[nineteenfortyfive]

[Teenage rebellion. She remembers this. Claire sighs.]

Please tell me you've some sort of... magic, or something.

[phykios]

[ usually, percy doesn't talk to mortals about his magic, or something, but usually he isn't stranded on an alien planet with a bunch of other refugees. so!! ]

Or something, [ he agrees. ] Don't worry about me. So is there something I can do to help, or not? Because, no offense, I'm gonna be out here whether you like it or not.

[ who could possibly! take offense!! at that!!! ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[As much as she misses Brianna, she most definitely didn't miss this sort of stubbornness that only youth can fuel.]

If it's an or something that can help keep this makeshift clinic safe, then there's plenty for you to do. Or, if not... we'll need at least a few people to go out to those who might not be able to make it here. I can't be everywhere at once.

[phykios]

[ percy considers joking-not-joking about if she wants a moat, and then thinks better of it.

(moats are awesome, though. not that he's biased.)

(she probably also doesn't want to deal with the logistics of one. or having to drain it later.) ]

Those are things I can do. [ there's a brief falter of conscience, here, because here's the thing: heroes don't fight mortals. they don't hurt mortals unless, somehow, absolutely necessary. but if this doesn't count as absolutely necessary, he isn't sure what does. besides, he isn't going to hurt anyone, not really; he's just going to do what he can to protect people. ] People who need it will get to the clinic safely, I promise.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Whoa, whoa, whoa.]

I meant pick one of those things. Not all of them.

[phykios]

[ percy wants to argue that that's not what he said. and then it occurs to him that it sort of is what he said. force of habit? we're going to go with force of habit.

sheepishly, ] Uh, right. I'll get people to the clinic. But it'd help if I knew where it was.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[He'll get a text with the address.]

It's not much, but it's what I could find. And for God's sake, be careful when you're out on the streets.

[phykios]

[ he grins, which probably isn't reassuring. ]

I'm great at careful.

[ CLEARLY ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

No one who says that is ever really very reassuring.

[phykios]

Yeah, I guess it wouldn't be.

[ he raises his eyebrows. ]

Would you really believe me if I said I'd be careful?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Not really.

Just check in regularly. Even if I don't get back to you right away.

[Sorry, Percy. She's going full mom.]

[phykios]

Like, “I’m still alive” checks?

[ bear with the morbid jokes; it’s a coping mechanism at this point.

but he nods without hesitation, eyes clear and steady. in situations like these, communication can only be a good thing, and he also wants to keep apprised of how they’re doing at the clinic. this could be new rome, descending into riots as a warship fires on their city; this could be manhattan, 40 kids plus the hunters besieged by an army of monsters, outnumbered ten to one at least. in other words: he’s familiar with this kind of chaos. ]

Yeah, you got it. Just keep me updated too.