Changeling-Earth 2: Freehold Earth - Manifest's Rescue Zone: The Dorms

[Dawn OOC]

The dorms have been constructed in a ring around the Rescue Zone. They were constructed out of slap-together housing; almost literally giant-sized tinker toys. They are put together in units; four rooms to a unit, which open straight to the outside. They were snapped together quickly, so quickly that the cots inside weren't put together. Instead, they were piled in a corner and left for the residents to set up. There are no pillows or blankets; a request for either will be met with a terse explantion that the medbay has them all, and that more are coming from New Terra tomorrow, or the day after. A query about New Terra will get an exasperated statement about it being the forward ship's settlement, and could you please save the questions for a better time?

The white, uniform, plastic walls are uninspiring. It feels like living in a shoe-box, a box you're expected to share with three other people.

[Khalid Al-jamari]

The sound of the auto-gyros woke Khalid up suddenly. Actually, it was the itching of his wounds starting to heal combined with the pain-killers wearing off that brought him to his near wakeful state.

"Copters", he moaned as he shot out of bed, rolling on his side to a standing postition. He was out the door at a dead run without even knowing why. He dodged past someone walking around wearily and scanned the horizons.

Right as he Khalid spotted the first of the Gyros coming in, several thing happened. First was he recognized what the Gyros meant to him. It went back to his first assignment as an intern at a presitegous English hospital. He was on Helo support duty. It was were he learned the art of Emergancy surgery taking care of the people too badly hurt to travel by ambulance.

The second thing, the one that doubled him over in pain, was the reality that he was in dire need of a hit. His body was in need. His nerves were on fire with the fiery wrath of his Hunger. It was an abscess in hi soul.

The third thing for him to realize was that he was needed. The Gyros were coming in hot and fast. People were being taken off at a hurried rate. Blood and emergancy bandages were in evidence, and the clock was certainly running out for some poor son of a bitch.

The depressingly obvious course of action was not that Khalid would get his much deserved slice of Heaven. Stretching would kill much of the itching in the wounds, or so experience dictated, and he could get something minor for the pain before surgery. The only thing left to do what he was best at.

As a fresh Gyro was landing, Khalid rushed up. Plenty of people looked beaten up. More of them looked ... what was the word ... haunted? No time for that at the moment.

"I' Doctor Khalid Al-jamari," he yelled over the thunder of the blades. "Whose worse off?"

[Dawn OOC]

Day Two

A man was limping out, holding his arm. It was bleeding steadily, and there was a mess of red bandages around his arm. "They cut me!" he babbled, his eyes too wide and his skin too pale. "With their legs!"

Khalid could tell just by looking at the man that he'd been cut deeply and already lost much blood. He started to reach for him, to tend his wound, but a familiar voice stopped him. "Dr. Al-jamari, let us handle this," Dr. Mumea said, putting a hand on his arm. The man's round Polynesian face creased with a tense smile as he added, "They want all of the members of the Manifest to meet over by the Mess. The folks from our ship will take care of it, while you get debriefed."

"Debriefed?" Khalid asked nervously.

Behind him, by the grounded flier, a beautiful blonde woman suddenly cried, "No! Oh, god... no..." As Dr. Mumea glanced at her, the short, thick man talking to her pulled her into a hug, speaking softly to her. Her sobs were clear, even from here. Khalid saw the doctor glance over the area, looking for something he didn't find. When he turned to face Khalid, there was pain and a new despair in his eyes. "Just go to the meeting," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "Just go, because I don't have the heart to explain."

[Dawn OOC]

[Continued from The Mess Thread]

Thad Mitchell was tired. He'd woken up about six hours ago and started working on the logistics of moving this mess down to New Terra. It was a bitch of a task, but as a logistics officer, it was his job.

Moving unconscious women was not. He stared at the girl lying on the floor for a moment, wondering if he should just find another domicile to sleep in. This was not in his job. But... he couldn't leave her here. He bent down and felt her pause: strong. She didn't seem hurt.

With a shrug, he constructed a cot for her. It took a bit of work, but he managed to get her off the floor - nearly throwing out his back - and into a cot. Groaning from the pains of manhandling her, he built his own cot and collapsed into sleep.