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trans_92011-08-28 10:53 pm
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Entry tags:
- !location: med bay,
- !status: open,
- aibghalien marsai,
- aqua,
- billy cranston,
- dr mcninja,
- eleventh doctor,
- gaignun kukai jr./rubedo,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kali,
- kang,
- kanoe zouichi,
- kon-el,
- martha jones,
- morgan knight,
- nightwing,
- nokosi,
- rachel berenson,
- ren akiyama,
- river song,
- ronnae,
- rory williams,
- samuel henderson,
- shoutarou hidari,
- tana moon,
- the master,
- tim drake/red robin,
- victoria waterfield
Holes and Patches [OPEN FREE FOR ALL]
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!]
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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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.
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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?"
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"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."
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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.
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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!"
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"Oh my, this is a lot of reading material," she comments, looking at the titles from some of the books he's brought. Nothing she recognizes. "Are you certain Jamie will be able to read all of it?" She doesn't mean it as an insult to his intelligence either. It's just...well, there really is a lot of books, between the pile she now has and the rest the Doctor is holding.
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He says that last bit to Victoria, a bit more gently than he would normally to, say, Jamie as she helps him with the books. Soon enough the books are sitting in an imposing wall next to Jamie, all demanding to be read first and don't Jamie dare start with that stroppy paperback to the left! The Doctor reaches out to pay Victoria on the shoulder for her help and then turns to Jamie, taking in his injuries. Actually, he's gotten off rather well, all things considered, and the Doctor's relieved. After the conversation with the Master, well. Time with your friends is the best thing there is.
"I'm still sorting out the TARDIS," the Doctor glosses over the fact that the Master not once, but twice has managed to gut her, in a manner of speaking. No need to alarm the humans. Jumpy lot! "So I'd advise you two to find temporary sleeping...arrangements onboard Stacy while I'm working."
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"When do you expect me to read all those?" he says, some of that particular look creeping into his voice. "I'll not be there that long!"
It's quite possible there would have been more in that vein, but then the Doctor has to go and mention sorting out the TARDIS, which...he thought that the problems after he had been hypnotized had been fixed already. He glances over at Victoria with a somewhat puzzled expression, then turns back to the Doctor. "What happened?"
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"Yes Doctor, do tell us what happened!"
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"Ah, the TARDIS," the Doctor says, with those briefest of pauses he tends to make when he's about to fib just a little. "Had a few hiccups. Blurps, you might even say! Some minor damage from the Ohm, that's all, but it's nothing I can't fix. Think of it like camping in Stacy!"
Camping in slime access shafts and those curious little nostril-like beds he'd tested out for fun before they found the TARDIS. He was rather fond of those! There is far, far, far worse places to have to stay than Stacy in his opinion and he trusts both his friends here to be able to make the most of it. Victoria, however, might need a bit more time to acclimatize, he thinks, eyeing the human.
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He flicks another, much more knowing glance at Victoria at the pause. He's heard that one often enough to know he's likely not going to get much in the way of answers - and even if he did they'd likely be ones he really doesn't want to hear.
"Oh, aye. I see." He's no more happy about the idea of moving out of the TARDIS then Victoria is, but at least he's lived on the ship long enough to get an idea of where to go that doesn't involve sleeping in noses. "Well, I suppose there's the crew quarters, if they're not badly damaged. Or there's city, but that'd take a bit longer to find someplace there, I think."
Not to mention it'd likely have to be fixed up unless one of their friends let them stay in their places, and he doesn't think Victoria would want to impose. However, where they go could very well depend on how long the TARDIS needed fixing.
"Do ye think that it'll take long, Doctor?"
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"What is around the city?" she wonders, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I don't think I've visited it much at all!" She turns to the Doctor again.
"And yes, how long do you think it will be, Doctor?"
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The Doctor makes a motion like he wants to consult his watch, only to realize it's still gone and hasn't magically come back (well! Can't hurt to check -- stranger things have happened!). Maybe he ought to look for a replacement. The Doctor turns toward Victoria, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving her one of those pats that might feel almost like his old, shorter self, before smiling at his two humans. Not his his. His friends. That's all.
"Could be a few days, could be a few weeks." The Doctor is positively unhelpful. "Don't worry! I'm sure you'll find plenty of interesting things to keep busy with."
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Granted, most of them might require a bit of repair work to make them liveable. Since the Doctor's also not being particularly helpful in giving them a better idea of how long the repairs would take, though, he's getting the strong impression they could very well have the time to do that. "There's some parks and things as well that ye might like. We could start around there and see what we could find."
Granted, that assumes that Victoria would prefer to try and find something there. Thinking about it, he finds he wouldn't mind if she did - if they're not going to be able to stay in the TARDIS, he would very much like to have the chance to spend time with her somewhere. The city could be a good place to do just that. And if they do find something and it needs to be fixed up, well, it wouldn't be the first time he's done something like that there. If it makes her happy, it's well worth it.
But he's still not entirely sure if that's where she wants to go. A slightly uncertain glance is cast over at the Doctor, something of his internal thoughts reflected in his eyes before he turns his attention back to her. "Er, that is, if you'd care to do that. If not, I'll help ye get settled in the crew quarters."