tushanshu_logs | Watching the people get lairy / It's not very pretty I tell you /Walking through town is quite scary

Characters: Open Log
Date: 20/08 - Mid afternoon
Location: Courtyard of Public Opinion / Healer's Guild
Situation: Did someone say riot?!
Warnings/Rating: Extreme violence, Drug use mentions. Please include individual warnings in sub-headers, if needed.

It was a mostly quiet day, all things considered. There was the general crowd in the courtyard, people milling around, some making their opinions vocally known... Just another day.

At least, that is until mid-afternoon. Some time after 3pm, there were several muted noises from different points of the courtyard. Black smoke suddenly pours from these locations, spilling out and spreading across the courtyard in a manner of minutes. People are confused, their visibility reduced somewhat, and someone makes the realisation.

"Hey! It isn't smoke! It's some kind of powder."

Her realisation is cut short as someone takes offense to her loud tones and shoves her in the back and to the floor. The female kedan gets up and, without warning, punches her assailant in the cheek. Other people start gathering, all sounding incredibly angry.

Soon enough, there's a full-blown riot going on in the city, people attacking each other, screeching accusations at each other, flailing at things that aren't there. Windows and doors are getting shattered and broken, and it's starting to spill out into the surrounding area.

After twenty or so minutes, the air is mostly clear, but everything is coated in a fine, black powder... including everyone who has been exposed to it. It's like sand, it gets everywhere.

((OOC: Kick-off of the Dust and Riot plot detailed here. Please use the OOC post to ask any questions you may have.))

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"Professor Sage!"

Fletch calls out, waving his arms to get his boss's attention. He's stood next to a prone kedan, stethoscope around his neck, and he looks pretty serious behind the cloth bandana strapped to his face to stop the Dust.

Raine's found something similar for herself, just in case; she's already had to cleanse herself once, and casting Recover too many times will only wear her down further. She can't keep that up, and she's only one person.

"Fletch?" When he catches her attention, Raine hastens over, staff in hand and eyes sharp as she bends to look at the kedan he's probably called her for.

"Primary tension pneumothorax." Fletch reports, crouching down with her. "Pulse of 136, Resps at 37. Silent sounds on the left side. Sounds like cracked ribs. I need to relieve the pressure, but can you heal the ribs first?"

Raine nods sharply, mana already spinning up beneath her in a familiar shape. She trusts Fletch's assessment, and she focuses on ribs rather than any other part of the injuries. With as many cases as she's had to be, it's necessary to ration her mana.

"First Aid," she says in a moment, letting the glow of the spell sink into the kedan's ribs. It's a small drain, all told. "Is that enough for you?"

Fletch is silent for a moment, gloved fingers pressing into the kedan's chest for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, that's great. Thanks. I... Need someone to hold him down. This ain't gonna be pretty."

He's already picking up a sterile syringe, pushing the plunger in, and then selecting a scalpel.

Ordinarily Raine would be more than happy to cure the rest away; but right now they simply can't afford it. There are going to be more, and more. Raine grits her teeth and sets her staff aside in favor of hands on the kedan, prepared to hold him in place through what is surely going to be uncomfortable.

"All right. Tell me if you need me to compensate for anything else."

Fletch shifts, hands moving swiftly, well-practiced and precise. He manages to release the air from the pleural cavity of the kedan with the syringe.

"Give him a burst of healing, that'll keep him stable until he heals properly." Fletch mumbles, pulling away, dropping the scalpel and syringe into a bowl of sterile water at his side, stripping his gloves off.

"He got impaled on something, didn't realise until he got here."

Raine shakes her head, resigned. "Every time I think people can't get more careless for their well-being," she murmurs, half to herself.

Impaling is usually something a person notices. Though she supposes with adrenaline, and the not insignificant distraction of the Dust...

She sighs, pulls her staff toward her, and casts again, barely taking the space of a few seconds for another First aid. "There. That should hold, unless he does something foolish."

"To be fair, he was dragged here kicking and screaming the second it happened."

Regarding the kedan's prone and calm attitude now, he smiles a bit sheepishly.

"I may have given him a little something to stop him worsening the chest injury."

"'May have,'" Raine repeats dryly, giving Fletch a knowing look. She will upgrade that to 'definitely did,' but she doesn't blame Fletch; the fact that Dust was involved has given them a vast amount of people who need healing and are utterly disinclined to accept it.

It has been a very special day.

"He'll need to be put somewhere to rest. Do we have open beds?"

He flashes a grin at her dry tone. It wasn't anything serious, just a calming intra-muscular injection he learned from Milyn. He'll be fine in two hours.

"No, but there's a nice space in the corner over in the Emergency ward. He's not critical, so we can set him up with a blanket and a pillow and let 'im sleep it off."

Well, Raine does trust Fletch's professionalism. She does not inquire further. "As good a plan as any we're likely to have right now," she says instead. "Do you need help moving him? I can send someone over." She herself would help, but her skills are better used directly healing right now, and there are volunteers who will happily move deadweight with care.

"No, I'm good, I'll get one of the porters to help out."

He rocks back on his haunches, giving Raine a once-over.

"You holding up okay, boss?"

Raine in her turn sits back on her heels. She looks tired, but not exhausted; give her another minute sitting down, and a good piece of fruit, and she'll be fine to keep going. At least, by her standards.

"As well as I can be," she says, after what's probably too long a pause. "We'll manage. I have a few gels in case I'm worn too far down, but I don't think I'll need to use any. And you?"

"I'm fine. This isn't the first major incident I've had to deal with... And there's been a few with a lot more blood and gore." He remarks, sighing.

"Of course, we've never had to deal with widespread drug attacks."

"Exactly," Raine returns. Though certainly Fletch has handled crises before, widespread drug attacks are something new, and he can't purge himself of poison the same way she can. "I'm sure you're handling things, but all the same, please be careful. Come fine me immediately if you think you're exposed to a large dose; we can't afford to have you mentally compromised right now."

"I'm fine." He offers her another grin. "I don't think it affects people who're already insane."

He is, of course, joking.

"Fletch," Raine says sternly, trying to impress upon him the fact that while he may be joking, she is genuinely serious. "I mean it."

Watching the people get lairy / It's not very pretty I tell you /Walking through town is quite scary

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