@stephen.strange

[rehandle]

Our most recent foray into sudden disaster has highlighted a great many things, but there are a couple in particular I'd like to address:

1. Medically speaking, we're understaffed
2. As a group, we're not aware of or making the best of our collective pool of resources.

We were quick to respond, and it's frankly astonishing what we were able to achieve given the immediacy and scope of the problem, but it's perfectly clear that we're not going to be living a quiet life. We need to make sure, before the next thing comes, that we're going to be able to build on the systems we created this time around. And if we're to have the capacity to respond to a mass need for medical attention without as much Morningstar presence going forward, we're going to need more hands on deck. Once that's done, anything smaller scale will be easy to account for.

So, a few things.

Firstly, I'd like to offer at least basic first aid training to anyone who'd like to accept it.
Secondly, I'd like to know who among us are already medically trained and to what degree. (This absolutely includes those with self-taught, functional knowledge, though I'll recommend you still accept the training for a wider breadth of understanding and to gain experience with the medical resources available here in the city.)
Thirdly, a show of hands for anyone among that number happy to take on a training role.

Lastly, I'd like to say thank you to anyone who dealt with injury in the field, the safehouses and general care afterwards, or anyone who helped move equipment or medics and the injured throughout the city - and especially to @clarke.griffin, without whom we wouldn't have had a working plan even half as quickly or the availability of equipment out in the field that we did. It all made a difference.

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[rehandle]

Morphine has its perks. [ both of those points? conceded. ] But we're not allowed to do that where I'm from.

[ whatever Eugenides' previous experiences are (and they sound not the best), this time around ought to be... different, if not better. which begs the question - ]

Are you planning to go on your own?

[kleptocratic]

Like Morpheus? [ One of the new gods of sleep, he thinks. Likely another sort of lethium. ]

I hadn't made a plan yet. [ His mouth twists a little in contemplation. ] But we all walk into hell alone.

[rehandle]

Like Morpheus. It's a painkiller.

[ ... cheery metaphor. ]

Sure. But when we walk into hell, it knows we're new. Hospitals? Not so much. You might want to take a friend to walk you through it.

[kleptocratic]

[ What he wants has been feeling increasingly irrelevant lately, and makes a note to complain about it later. ]

Are you offering?

[ He looks— and is— confused. He's legitimately unfamiliar with the hospital, and so the idea that it might require a guide. Or moral support. ]

[rehandle]

[ oh. he isn't exactly who he had in mind - not that he'd any precise person in mind. ]

I can be if you'd like. Though I don't know if I'm your best option.

[kleptocratic]

You can pretend to be my father.

[ He suggests that mostly to see what sort of face the other man will make. ]

1/2

[rehandle]

[ there's a

squint




who have you been talking to? ]

[rehandle]

[ ... or it might just be that he's Old. an Old, Tired man. Stephen huffs out a breath, dismissing the urge to ask him how well he knows Daisy Johnson. ]

Pass. I'm not sure we want them assuming I've forcibly inducted you to some kind of cult.

[ hands. he's talking about their hands. the injure your hands and keep it that way cult. ]

[kleptocratic]

Yes. Of course. [ If he was going to make people think he'd joined a cult, he'd want it to be his cult. The Eugenidean Mysteries, or some such. ]

I don't know what it would be like, anyway. Having a father. [ His eyes sweep the floor, and he swallows awkwardly.

(Eugenides's father is alive, well, and for some reason still acknowledges his youngest son.) ]

[rehandle]

[ oh, God. is this a therapy session now? should he have foreseen this coming?

doing his best not to appear visibly uncomfortable... ]

Sorry to [ slight unsure pause ] hear that.

[ appropriate? no idea. never having really bothered with the bedside manner part of the medical equation, he's painfully ill-equipped to assess the situation. ]

[kleptocratic]

[ Oh good, this is making him uncomfortable. Eugenides continues, softer, not looking up: ]

It was only after my mother died that I had to take up stealing. And then…

[ His voice drifts off significantly. ]