Holes and Patches [OPEN FREE FOR ALL]

[leapoffayth.livejournal.com]

After the battle, the warriors' task was over. Their job, for now, was to rest and recover for the time being.

The healers' job, on the other hand, was far from over. Some exhausted from the battle, others rotating in, they took to their bay and continued the process of treating the wounded. Some patients were free to leave in a few minutes, while others would have some time (or quite some time) on the cots. Their mission: relax. Stay as still as possible.

Unfortunately, the temptation of so many familiar faces alive and about would ultimately prove to be too great. Keeping track of this group was going to be a third task all its own.

[this is a free for all for all your injured! Have them socialize, be thorns in the medics' side, try to escape, or bring the medics together for some action. Just note in your post if you'd like a medic to visit your character---if not, it's time for a chat!]

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Jamie | open

[bonnypiperlad]

Despite his efforts to get out of going, an exhausted and somewhat battered-looking Jamie still manages to wind up herded into Medbay with the other wounded crew. As tired as he is, though, he still manages to find the strength to protest about the situation.

"Look, I'm telling ye, I'm fine. I don't need to be examined for anything."

It's no good, however, and he finds himself directed into the area for those with non life-threatening injuries. The last place he wants to be is here. He'd much rather be looking for Victoria, or the Doctor, or making sure Lash is all right. But a quick glance over makes it obvious he's not going anywhere - at least for a little while. "No one ever believes me when I say I don't need to be looked at," he mutters before making a small, displeased sound in the back of his throat. "Fine, then, I will."

With ill-grace, he plunks himself down into one of the seats, hissing under his breath as he jars what is turning out to be a rather spectacular bruise on his backside. A few moments later, he sighs and looks around. "I wonder if anyone has any playing cards to pass the time with?"

Re: Jamie | open

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"No," said Zouichi, though the question had probably not been addressed to him in particular. "I have a gaming system, though."

He'd actually brought it in case Howard needed a break, but with all the people milling around here, he doesn't think a convenient respite will materialize.

[bonnypiperlad]

"Gaming system?" Jamie twists in his seat slightly, glancing over at the other man in a somewhat puzzled way. The term sounds familiar, but where had he heard that before? It's a half-remembered conversation with a crew member who's no longer here that finally gets the baffled expression on his face to go away, and he turns more fully towards Zouchi, looking at him with interest.

"Oh, aye, right! That's one of those things ye play the computer games on, isn't it?"

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi nodded, producing a small, hand-held electronic device. "That's right. It's something Alex designed, when he was still here... I never got a chance to give it back to him before he returned to the pods."

He wondered where Jamie came from that he wasn't familiar with handhelds. Maybe somewhere with magic and dragons.

"It's still got a strategy game in it, if you'd like to try it out. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

[bonnypiperlad]

"Aye, I remember now. He showed me how to use it, once." There's a hint of a smile on his face at the memory. Alex had been good about letting him poke around and ask questions, even as daft as they must have sounded to someone from more modern times.

Jamie had liked Alex, and while he thinks it may very well be safer in the pods for the lad, he still misses him a bit - and it might be nice to give it a go again and see if get can still get the thing to work. He starts to reach towards the device, but hesitates.

"Well...no, I don't think he would, but are ye sure you'd not mind? I'd not want to put ye to any trouble if ye were planning on using it."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi waved his hand a little in a negative gesture. "No, I think I've hit my limit in this game. Besides, I've been working my way through some of the games in the Media Library. Were you a friend of his?"

Alex was, essentially, the only person on the crew Zouichi knew who had been repodded, and it had come as a bit of a shock to have him suddenly disappear like that. The least he could do was try to share the games Alex seemed to put so much effort and enthusiasm into.

"I'm Zouichi, by the way -- I don't think we've ever met. Er, Security and Starfighter Command."

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

Oh, someone was just as equally unhappy as she was to be here! Wonderful!

"We can play shadowpuppets if you want," Hoshi replies, a smile on her face. "Or count the dots on the ceiling, something like that."

[bonnypiperlad]

"I'm not a kid anymore, Hoshi," he retorts, with a decidedly cranky tone in his voice. There's a sigh, then, and he continues, much more apologetically. "Och, I'm sorry. I just...I don't like these places."

And he doesn't like waiting, especially when he thinks he'll be perfectly fine and there's people here he needs to see.

"Are ye all right, though? That fight..." He shakes his head. "I thought we were done more than once during it."

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

"Sorry. Trying to bring up the atmosphere around here," she replies quietly, fidgeting as comfortably with her fingers as possible. But, she raises her head and gives Jamie the same smile she was giving him beforehand. "It's okay - it's like I said, I'm trying to raise spirits up in here."

Hoshi gives some thought about it before nodding. "I thought the same, but I wasn't gonna give up without a stellar fight on my part. You guys did awesome with the Zords, I have to admit."

[bonnypiperlad]

"We'd not have been able to do it with ye and...er, what is it the others call themselves? Riders?"

He thinks that's it, but he's not entirely he's gotten it just right. Billy would know, but he's likely off somewhere getting looked at as well. He makes a mental note to track him down later.

"Ye all fought quite well together. I'd not realized ye were part of such a formidable team."

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, we're called Riders. Kamen Rider is the official title, but Riders suffices well enough."

She relaxes into the bed, feeling slightly tired. However, she is going to continue the conversation as long as it could be.

"And, heh... Thank you. The Rangers were wonderful, too. In fact, everyone who fight did excellently."

[pretty_lethal]

"What, bored?" Rachel says as she approaches Jamie, having overheard his general question to those around him. She smiles a little bit, but says, "Unfortunately, though, no."

She stops once she's closer, glancing over at him with a frown. At least he seemed mostly okay. He'd seemed like he knew what he was doing, but you never knew, right? Things happened. Rachel, for her own part, might as well not have been in the battle-- even her hair was neatly arranged.

"So, what, the armour didn't do it's job as well as it should have?"

[bonnypiperlad]

"Aye, well, who knows how long I'll be stuck here?" Jamie comments, automatically turning towards the sound of Rachel's voice. He's glad to see she's not hurt - although he has to wonder how she managed to look like she's not been fighting at all. Maybe it's some mysterious thing lassies can do.

"It's lighter armour," he points out. "Good for speed, but not quite as good as preventing ye from taking the odd blow here or there." He grimaces a little, reaching a hand around to rub at the small of his back. "That ice didn't help matters, I'll admit, but it was better once we were able to get the Zords."

[pretty_lethal]

"Fair enough," Rachel agrees, taking a seat by him. Because, frankly, she is a bit tired. And while she might not have anything physical to show for the fight, at least there's that.

She listened to his explanations of the armour, arms folded over her chest slightly. "I guess so," she says, with a raised eyebrow. "I can't say much when it comes to giant robots or whatever, though."

[bonnypiperlad]

Part of him is a little relieved to see her sit, and not just because it proves she's not completely unaffected by the battle. A great deal of it is because he was a slightly worried she was going to insist she was perfectly fine and he'd have to try and argue her into sitting down. He's a little too tired himself to try and outstubborn her right now.

"I can't say as I've had much experience with them myself. Well," he amends, "using them to fight with. I've fought a few in my day, but that's not quite the same thing."

[pretty_lethal]

Rachel settles a bit as they talk. She's not entirely sure how long she'd be staying, but she figured that she could at least keep Jamie company, at least for a little while.

"And I've got none," she shrugged. "And yeah, that's kind of different. Still counts for something though, I guess."

[sonicscreamer.livejournal.com]

Victoria had spent most of the time during the battle safety away with a few others in the planet of Balisair, helping with the moral and supplies. She had done her best to calm down the children there.

In her short time with the Doctor and Jamie, she's already seen people die, but seeing those she actually cares about in a medical ward gets a different reaction from her entirely - she knew that Jamie was going out there and was worried, definitely, but perhaps had not imagined he might actually get hurt at all. She steps close to him and sits on a nearby chair, trying to put on a brave smile for him. He doesn't look too injured, if she judges from those around him. She sighs with relief before speaking.

"How are you doing?" It's the best way to begin this conversation, really. Knowing his mental state and all.

[bonnypiperlad]

Simply hearing Victoria's voice is enough to boost Jamie's spirits, the worry at not having found her yet slipping away as if it had never been there in the first place. She's here, and safe, and he can't help the relieved smile that appears at the sight of her.

It makes him forget about his injuries for a few moments, and while he knows she's worried, too - he's seen that type of brave smile before - he doesn't want to worry about a few wee bumps and bruises. "Och, I'll heal."

He's tempted to reach out a hand to cup the side of her cheek, maybe stroke away that one stray lock of hair that's fallen against it. But he settles for reaching out to take her hand instead, holding it loosely in his own so she can pull hers away if she chooses. It occurs to him that maybe something did happen, and maybe that's why she's come down here. A touch of concern creeps into his voice, and he asks rather gently, "But how are ye, Victoria? You've not been hurt, have ye?"

[sonicscreamer.livejournal.com]

Well it's a good start, if he's defiant towards his own wounds. Complaining requires a healthy mind to do so, after all!

"No, I'm quite alright," she assures him. "I've been helping the refugee children for most of it...thankfully nothing dreadful sneaked up on us." Thankfully indeed, for those poor children's eardrums.

Admittedly she was not expecting the hand holding when he does so, but in the end Jamie is still the only one who hasn't changed much (spandex aside) from all of what Victoria remembers. She knows that sometimes, simply the comfort of another person's physical touch can aid the human mind in feeling better and recuperating.

Of course, that's the reason she gives herself for holding on and, you know, not letting go. Just surpassing those Victorian traditions and all.

"I'm glad you're not to hurt," she admits softly. "Nothing a few days of rest can't fix."

[makeherblue]

It's only a matter of time before the Doctor checks on his Scot.

He finds he's not the first to think of that idea, Victoria already there and she even got to holding Jamie's hand before he could! Say what you want about when she came from, she certainly can move quickly when she puts her mind to it. The Doctor approaches with a smile, a collection of books in his arms -- too many for Jamie to possibly read in a few days, what with a human's capacity for data retention, but he likes to think positive about loads and loads of book options. The Doctor has to juggle them before they fall on Victoria and Jamie as he joins his two companions.

"Morning, you two! Technically morning-ish, you can never tell with Stacy. Educated guess, I'd say. Victoria, could you get that?"

A book teeters dangerously in his arms.

[bonnypiperlad]

"Aye," Jamie replies, curling his fingers around hers a little tighter once it looks like she's not going to let go. "I'm glad you're not hurt as well." He stops, looking at her intently for a moment as he tries to work up the nerve to say something else - something that he's been meaning to for some time now. Rory would tell him to just go ahead and do it, he thinks, and he finally continues. "Look, there was something I wanted to ask..."

Whatever he was about to ask is interrupted by that cheery 'Morning, you two!', and he looks up to see the Doctor with...books. Lots and lots of books. While part of him has a sinking feeling that those books are meant for him, a rather larger part is simply glad that the Time Lord is there, and got through the battle unscathed enough to be coming to visit with reading material.

"Doctor! You're all right!"

[atruedoctor.livejournal.com]

Martha could only laugh. Laugh at Jaime, laugh at the situation, laugh because they had won. It was a sigh of relief. And despite the large number still in the Med Bay, wounded and even worse, she was in high spirits. Otherwise perhaps she would be more insistent with this one.

"Leave if you want, but don't come crying if you've got complications. Better to be safe than sorry, right?"

She glanced over his chart.

"I don't think playing cards are a medical standard, but if it'll make you feel better I can get you a lollypop."

[bonnypiperlad]

"A lollypop?" Jamie's mouth pulls off to one side, lips pressing together. She's as bad as Hoshi with the shadow puppet idea. Or the Doctor with wanting them to make sandcastles - although that was a long time ago, to be fair. He sighs, the vaguely annoyed expression disappearing again. "I'll not need one, thank ye."

Martha appears to be rather happy for someone who has to deal with a medbay full of injured people, however, and he looks at her thoughtfully. "Ye seem to be in a good mood. Did ye find the Doctor, then?"

[atruedoctor.livejournal.com]

"If you're sure."

She puts his chart back down and gives him a smile.

"Oh, yes. Of course it was a bit of a bad time, almost got killed, but that's sort of your standard greeting time for the Doctor, isn't it?"

Of course it hadn't been the Doctor she was expecting. Her Doctor is gone now, changed. But slowly she's coming to accept it. In fact, it's comforting to her in a strange way. Change is just so ... human.

[bonnypiperlad]

"Aye, you've got a point there." Granted, there was always the very strong possibility the Redcoats would have found the small group of Jacobites he was with in that cabin anyway, but having the Doctor there certainly didn't help.

And when they had met Victoria, and Zoe...well, it's fairly clear that it's really not an unusual occurrence. However, when the Doctor had woken up on the ship and Jamie had run into him, he had already gotten past the nearly-dying part of things and nothing of the sort had happened for quite a bit after that. So he has to wonder a bit what did happen. He doesn't remember hearing Martha's name called for the missions along with the Doctor, but maybe he was just forgetting, and they did go on one together. Those could be very dangerous, and nearly getting killed during one made a lot of sense.

"Were ye on a mission when ye ran into him, then?"