Dorm Lobby, Friday Afternoon

[thatsamilkshake]

Yeahno, unlike some people, Francine was not going out in that.

But even if they didn't have their support team organized quite yet, there was still stuff she could do besides hide. So she raided the bathrooms and common rooms for all the bandages, painkillers, hydrogen peroxide and general first aid kits she could find, and dragged them down to the lobby, setting them out on one of the coffee tables.

There were bottles of water as well, and a couple of batches of cookies. She kind of thought she should go for sandwiches too, but that'd mean staying upstairs to make them, and not leaving anybody down here to hand stuff out. So instead she grabbed a spot on one of the couches, flipped the tv to a Gelmoore Gals re-run -- anything that wasn't Giant Reptile Week: the Revenge, honestly -- and waited to see if anybody who'd been out there fighting wandered back in needing...stuff. Whatever that stuff might be.

[OOC: Open to anybody, whether you've been out gator-baiting or not!]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack had done a quick check of his books after class to see if they had anything helpful to say (they didn't -- Jack wasn't exactly surprised) and was on his way to claim some kind of weapon and go out, but he paused in the lobby.

"Is this the infirmary?" he asked, looking at the table of supplies. They weren't all familiar, but he got the general gist of what they were.

[OOC: Possible epic SP for next several hours.]

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine looked up and gave an uncertain smile. "Not exactly the clinic. But I figured it couldn't hurt to have some kind of patch-up station or just a place to come in and take a break."

[OOC: riiiight there with you as may be heading movie-ward after work.]

[bitten_notshy]

"Not at all," Jack agreed, looking things over to see if there was any obvious way to make himself useful. "Those things look like they would have a vicious bite. Has anyone been in yet?"

He remembered his manners enough for a smile, and added, "Francine, isn't it? We're in a class together."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly wandered downstairs, took one look at Francine's set up, then wandered back upstairs.

And returned a few minutes later with a paper bag full of sandwich fixings -- nothing for hot sandwiches, of course, but he could still make a mean cold cut trio or something -- and a bag of chips he'd scavenged from one of the common rooms.

"I figured you could use something other than just deserts." He looked around again. "So, what's with the first aid party?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oh wow, that's great, thanks!" Francine beamed. "And, well." Priestly was actually a good person to mention it to, she realized, even if they didn't have anything as concrete as a date for meeting yet. "We've been talking about putting together a group to help out when people go out and fight stuff. Not all of us can use a sword or magic or whatever, but that doesn't mean we can't do something."

[lovemykilt]

"I think Dinah mentioned something like that. Sort of a Fandom High Triage or something, right?" Priestly set about slathering some mayo on a roll and wondering if he should have grabbed some thousand island while he was at it. "Can't say I love the whole Fandom Reserve thing, but first aid and morale and stuff, that I could get behind."

Shut up, he totally loved the USO.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah came in after fighting in the park to get food and patched up a bit before going back out, and brightened when she saw Priestly. "Hi! Got any Neosporin?"

[lovemykilt]

"Probably? I'm mostly providing the sandwiches."

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

Gabrielle had been caught up in one of her scrolls all day and so had managed to miss everything so far, but when she finally made it down to the lobby it reminded her a little bit of the Thessalian healing temple.

"Dinah!" she called out upon seeing her. "What's going on?"

[glacial_queen]

"Oh, can I get some of that?" Karla asked, settling down at the table with her healing supplies. "It smells tasty and I'm almost as hungry as those alligators were. Or worse yet, those hellspawn goldfish."

Which reminded her, she pulled open a jar of fragrant, herb-scented unguent, and began slathering some on her wrist. "Sons of whoring bitches," she muttered.

[lovemykilt]

Wow, that was some language she had going there.

Priestly approved.

"Sure thing. Any particular meat or cheese?"

[and yes, Chaucer!]

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo smelled a lot less like cigarettes and a hell of a lot more like gunpowder by the time she made it back to the dorm lobby.

Where there was water.

And Francine.

Oh, this could be awkward.

"Francie, what are you doing?" A question that, really, opened her up to questions and possibly some badgerfacing in return.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Playing Doctor?" Francine offered. Okay, even she wasn't blind to the innuendo there. "Not dirty. What've you been doing?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo gave her a raised eyebrow that clearly meant No, the dirty was last night, wasn't it?

"Playing Crocodile Hunter. Does that mean I get a cookie?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle was fighting, of course. But Turtle needed a bit of a break from fighting.

"Do you know," she announced to no one in particular, as she sighed heavily, looking disheveled as she reached for a water bottle, "how small alligator shins are?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"...Small?" Francine guessed, looking concerned. "Why were you aiming for their shins? And do you need anything besides water?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"It's my MO," Turtle explained with a shrug, and gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "Don't worry; I've got a gun, too. And water should be fine. Maybe something to eat. Just a little break to refuel and reload."

Yeah, she felt like a total bad-ass saying that.

[lovemykilt]

"Can't say I've noticed." Priestly held out a ham and cheese on wheat. "Sandwich?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, yes, please," Turtle said, happily taking the sandwich after wiping her hands a little on her jeans which, really, was a futile maneuver. "And, trust me, you notice when you try to kick them. Tiny shins. Makes it difficult to really aim for them."

[glacial_queen]

Karla came storming back to the dorms after getting her ass rescued Leda's timely appearance. No Craft, no real weapons training beyond a hunting knife that was far too small to keep an acceptable distance from things like alligators, and several wounds from said unacceptable distance.

She was not happy.

However, her rotten mood was interrupted by seeing Francine and her table full of supplies. Francine had no powers, and yet, she was being useful. Even though Karla couldn't Heal anyone properly, she was still a Healer, which meant she had potions, tisanes, and unguents that could be useful, as well as basic medical training.

"You," she said to Francine, "are brilliant. Thank you." And then grabbed a cookie, made some room on the table of stuff, and called in her Healing supplies.

[wantstodirect]

"Hey, how're you doing?" Tony waved to Karla.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Who, me? Nah. I just knew there was nothing I could do out there but get myself in trouble." Francine should have been used to things suddenly appearing by now, but she still did a quick blink at the appearance of the supplies. "That's handy."

[wantstodirect]

Tony wasn't equipped to fight flying goldfish (shield spells: next on the list to learn) so he figured he'd see what he could do in the support area. "Hey, Francine. Need help?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"If you feel like sorting band-aids," Francine answered with a smile. "Big ones in that pile, glow in the dark, dinosaur and pirate ones in that pile, butterflies in that empty cup, and anything so cute that Arthur wouldn't wear it if he was bleeding to death can go over by the coasters."

Where she would reach first if Arthur came in bleeding to death. Tiny evil bunny streak.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

After alligator guts, fish-scales, and oh joy, the sewers, Dinah got back to the dorms laaate and trudged over to Tony with a pathetic look on her face. "Tony? Help? Bubbles?"