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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[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.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I'd like it if there wasn't something constantly attacking us so people didn't have to go out and fight," Francine agreed, sort of, reaching for some chips. "But I'm glad we have people who can."

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, but they did just fine fighting on the fly without being organized into a mob with specialized information, badly organized leadership, and no input from the masses they're supposed to be protecting."

It was possibly time to change the subject.

"Turkey or ham?"

[thatsamilkshake]

It would probably have been more awkward if Francine understood half of what he'd just said. "Ham's good, thanks!" She shrugged. "I don't know anything about fighting or magic, but it makes sense to me that you'd want to practice and stuff, and plan for emergencies."

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, well, armies in general trip me out." Priestly was really very tempted to go into his whole 'what's to stop them from deciding that they have all the power so they should take over' spiel, but wisely decided against it. "Though admittedly the Reverse thing does sound pretty grassroots."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Now I'm picturing Arthur playing a banjo. It's kind of scary." That's bluegrass, Francine, but you're right, it's kind of scary.

[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."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Nom!" Dinah said, looking for an antiseptic stick, and finding one and applying it liberally to a couple nibbles on her knees and ankles. "Fooooood before I go back out, yay!"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly's brow went up at the bites. "Yeeeeah. This whole town is gonna need rabies shots after this."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Euuuw," Dinah said in reaction, then hopefully, "Maybe just tetanus? Still not fun, though." She grinned at him as she moved on to the one or two nibbles on her elbows. "We cleared them out of the park, it's moving on to the sewers and other parts of the town now."

[lovemykilt]

"You're voluntarily going into the sewers after 'em. Isn't that, like, they're home base? So, like, monumentally foolish?"

[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?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah turned with the antiseptic stick in her hand, bruised and bitten, and grinned. "Alligators! That spit biting goldfish! They're all over the place!" She waved the stick at Gabrielle. "I've been fighting them all morning since after class with people in the park."

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

"Alligators that spit biting goldfish?" Let's not dwell too long on how Gabrielle knew exactly what both of those things were, okay? Very Special Greece. "We're being attacked?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yup!" Four months ago Dinah would in no way have been cheerful about that; but compared to what she's already dealt with here, hostile lizards and aggressive fish are just a day at the office. "Want to go see? I have to clean myself up a bit, we're heading into the sewers."

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

"If there's anything I can do to help, absolutely!" Gabrielle glanced around the lobby. "It looks like our healers have everything in hand here. Let me just go get my staff!"

[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!]

[glacial_queen]

"There were teeth!" Karla groused, showing him her wrist. "Little bastards had teeth! If it wouldn't have been so bloody disgusting, I'd've bit the grubby-minded little prick back just to show him what it was like!"

That sad thing was, she was telling the truth. She likely would have.

But onto more important things. "I'm not picky," she said. "Just make sure there's a lot of meat there. I'm hungry. And want to bite things."

Manners, Karla.

"Please," she added, still a bit grumpy about being bit by a frickin' goldfish. And--worse yet--needing to be rescued. Thank the Darkness it had been Leda who's saved her, not some sassy male who'd never let her live it down.

[lovemykilt]

"Big meaty sandwich, coming right up." Priestly saluted with a mayo spattered knife and set about building something rather large. "You gonna go back out there?"

[glacial_queen]

"Nope. Sticking to triage instead," she said, capping the herb-scented pot. "Let the guys running around with swords finish them off. I figure I'll work with the wounded. Better food and less biting."

[lovemykilt]

"Finally, someone's making some sense!" Priestly topped the sandwich off with a pickle, sliced it into triangles, and handed it over.