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Maito Gai | Youth ([personal profile] spandexisyouth) wrote2010-05-31 09:57 pm

Twenty-first Lotus

[The writing is a little more tidy than normal, he's being official.]

The person killing others is dead. There is no need to panic.

Zombie was killing people before he was taken down by an extremely large crab, but he has been stopped now.

The injured and the dead are being taken to Wellspring. Please do not swarm it; the healers have much to do with somewhere around twenty injured and ten dead. We do not have the exact numbers or all of the names yet.

The scene is being taken care of by the people who are supposed to be here. Please do not come and gawk, because I think that would make Stoneface yell more.

Thank you.
Youth

[identity profile] weaver-girl.livejournal.com 2010-06-03 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Good. I'm glad at least your work is almost done.

[identity profile] weaver-girl.livejournal.com 2010-06-03 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll take my break with you then! And work hard for a bit more.

[identity profile] weaver-girl.livejournal.com 2010-06-04 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yessir! I've been sitting down for a moment now, so back I go until you get here. How's that?

ooc

[identity profile] weaver-girl.livejournal.com 2010-06-05 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
[omg can has? I definitely would not mind a quicklog! I'll start one, then. :D]

quicklog (sorry, tl;dr)

[identity profile] weaver-girl.livejournal.com 2010-06-05 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
I'll do my best. See you soon!

[Despite what she wrote in the journal, Kagerou gets to her feet to do another brief supply run. There's relatively little she can do at this point, her healing exhausted if she wants to stay on her feet, but there's always someone in need of bandages--or just another cup of coffee--or an entry wound that needs stitching. The promise of a friendly face and a continued break does wonders to keep her going.

She's back in the staff room by the time Youth comes in, trying to manage the steps of brewing more coffee. The operation at the clinic has run on the stuff for some time now.

She does manage a tired smile, if nothing else.]
Oh, hello.

quicklog

[identity profile] weaver-girl.livejournal.com 2010-06-05 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She was quite sure the coffee would work this time--and she had conscientiously not added anything extra from the cupboards to the pot--so she set the covered pot aside and made a vague gesture towards a chair by the wall.]

Thank you for coming. Oh, I've just been doing supply runs. I don't know very much yet, so people just tell me what to bring them. Is it... is it always like this? When people get hurt?

[She sank into the chair under her own volition.]

quicklog

[identity profile] weaver-girl.livejournal.com 2010-06-06 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Sorry for the wait! I had a graduation party to organise and then I was dead for a bit. XD]

[She automatically raised a hand to take the tea.]

Oh, thank you. Would you like a cup, if you don't have to run right now?

[She took the packet, got to her feet again, and reached to hug him quickly, her free arm around his shoulders, communicating both support and reliance before she drew back.]

I'm not worrying about the future, really, the present's hectic enough. It's just that... There's so many hurt people, and so many others who fear for them. You know. It's a little overwhelming.
Edited 2010-06-06 21:17 (UTC)

quicklog

[identity profile] weaver-girl.livejournal.com 2010-06-06 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[A chuckle bubbles from her at the thumbs-up, and then she turns for a moment to set a pot of water to boil and find a pair of clean mugs.]

Yes. I know my worry's small. People died today, and their friends can't be sure if or when they'll be coming back. Everyone here is trying their hardest, though, so I... I can't give up just yet. Even if I'm just making coffee.

[She worries her lip a little.]

I... were you there? Did you see it happen? I can't help wondering about that boy. Zombie. What could have made him... [A helpless hand gesture, then, and she falls silent.]

quicklog

[identity profile] weaver-girl.livejournal.com 2010-06-06 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[She looks up at him, pats his hand and then gently moves back a little.]

A bad memory? Mmm. I think my brother must have been on the fourth floor with him just a while ago. Lea didn't really give me any details, and I don't think he should have--our memories are our own, they're personal. But he said something about Zombie's memory having been... well, very bad.

Maybe that's good to keep in mind if he comes back? I mean, it's awful that this happened, it's horrible. But maybe there was a reason of some sort.

quicklog

[identity profile] weaver-girl.livejournal.com 2010-06-06 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[She is touched by and thankful for his support, but she's walled herself up as tight as she can to be able to deal with this, and she can't risk crumbling just yet.

So, she folds back into the chair with hardly a protest, instead.]


Oh, I didn't want to try and... downplay what happened, no. It doesn't seem like a simple matter. You know what's strange? When this started, I... It seemed like I'd seen something like this before. I don't know very much about what I did before I came here, but... healing people seems familiar somehow.

[A pause and a wan, sincere smile.] I'll just consider it a good thing now. It helps me to stay focused.