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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

[earthy]

[But all the cool kids were drinking it, mom-- I mean, ma'am.]

That's an idea. Maybe just head out into the wilderness for a while...

[Then again-]

I don't know. El Nysa's got more than its fair share of vicious animals and monsters out there. Think I'd rather deal with people losing their minds than giant, hungry beasts.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[She looks a bit alarmed before he comes to his senses.]

Right. You might be able to reason with the people. Animals? Not so much.

[earthy]

Yeah, I can't understand the language of any of the animals here.

[He's still not sure why that is.]

Zasere really needs to fix the transporters already. I almost wonder if they're keeping those things down for a reason.

[nineteenfortyfive]

... understand the language? Dare I ask?

[Though he's bloody right about the porters, and Claire groans, rubbing her forehead.]

I wonder the same. Awfully convenient if they just so happen to stay "broken" for all of this.

[earthy]

Ah... Back where I'm from, there were animals that talked just like people. I'm not sure if we were all speaking the same language or if it was some kind of magic, but we could understand each other completely. Here I'm just listening to barking and growling and stuff and never really hearing words in the noises. I don't think the animals here know what I'm saying, either.

But yes, it's... a little odd, the transporter situation. I'm just hoping nothing else is going on up there they haven't told us about...

[Aggressively frets over sleeping people who are probably way safer than he is right now.]

Anyway, what about you? Plenty of friends to stick with up in Olympia? And your husband?