Russell Cymbeline/logs/Turf Wars
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Note: This scene is connected to the Age of Origin TP. Rodney and Russell have a dispute over territory in the hospital. [Rodney(#8316)] Kilbride has just spent the last few hours in the waiting area, being bagged, tagged and processed. Finally, he has been entered into the big bubble of quarantine. The tall, lanky Scotsman is wearing a complex medical brace on his left leg that assists him in keeping upright, and strengthening the limb that might have suffered a gunshot wound in an unfortunate altercation, and is forced to limp about, checking out the surroundings. The stink eye is given to anyone that comes to close, though he does sidle up to a younger woman, eyeing her up and down, while adjusting his flimsy robe. <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell has already been here for a couple of days, and he's been a fairly mild, low-aggression patient. That's really only because he took ten times his normal dose of medication, though, and was essentially as numb as a brick and very drowsy. But! He's burned that off and now the man is on the prowl. He slips out of the room that him and a few of his crew have all been crammed into and slowly pulls the door closed behind him. Then his blue eyes rake over the controlled chaos of the hallway and settle on Killbride. "Hey!" He calls, advancing on the man.<English> [Rodney(#8316)] The informal manner of address is suitably tactless and low to receive a scowl from Rodney. His typically refined manners have only suffered mildly due to the illness. Not buying it? Yeah. "No shout!" Kilbride shouts right back at Russell, by the way of greeting. He gives Russell an ocular patdown, sizing up the other man, before stepping away from the woman that he was ogling, and saunters(read: step, limp. step, limp.) toward the man. <English> [Russell(#10734)] When Rodney moves away from the woman... Well, Russell gets what he wants. But now he has the larger, stronger Killbride approaching. The younger man eyes him challengingly and balls his hands up into fists. "I'm fucking done with your shit, Killbride!" This really isn't going to end well.<English> [Rodney(#8316)] "Fuck." Kilbride says, taking a deep breath, and -trying- to fight that rising rage. A few days tied down and forced to pee in pan totally taught him the value of trying to master this illness. But, really it doesn't work. "Arsehole." He points at the approaching Russell, and then steps forward to meet him, both of his hands coming up into fighting posture, but still gimpy from the brace. "Know I get blamed for this bullfuckingshit." His voice is deepening, and turning into a growl. And his even more epic mustache would likely be bristling if it were capable. The points of it are hanging almost to his chin. Go go disease. <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira finally got the rest everyone was demanding of her, not because she was done with working, but because her body just forced the issue. Unconscious Companion is unconscious. But, shouting stirs her, particularly as when she'd fallen asleep it was in the arms of one of the two voices that reaches her ears. She looks worse now than before she had slept, the circles beneath her eyes darker and larger, her skin paler. But there is not flush of fever, and the small flame of rash at her collarbone hasn't grown. So she sits up on the stretcher she'd shared earlier with Russell, and blinks carefully as she surveys the situation. And then she goes into action. Her first response is to circle the room giving a wide berth to the fight that's brewing, and to check the chart of a blonde haired man near the door. After reading over medication history, she finds one of the syringes of sedatives that have been used on some patients, and gives the sleeping man another dose of them before returning her attentions to the two men circling and yelling and preening their feathers in the center of the room. <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell holds his ground, dropping his weight to his back foot keeping a challenging stare on Killbride. The tension is obvious in his stance, but there's an aggression in the man that people have rarely witnessed, and the diseased is ramping it up extremely high. Under normal conditions, it would take a lot to drive Russell to stand up to Rodney, let alone pick a fight with him. Maybe he has a death wish. "You gou-ri-de, you get blamed because you're the gorramed problem! Take your pile of dogshit to the pound where the rest of your family lives!" He growls back at the Scotsman, then he doesn't wait for a response and takes a swing at Rodney's jaw with all the form and training of someone that isn't a combatant but plenty of experience from years in prison. <English> [Rodney(#8316)] "Didn't do anything!" Rod protests, just in time to get whammed in the jaw by Russell's fist. He staggers backward, a bit and lifts his hand to touch the spot. "You fucked now." Sick Russell is a dick! His own breath comes quicker, and he growls in his throat. A shake of his head, then the Scotsman steps into a haymaker of a swing with his right fist, aimed at Russell's left eye. Go for the vision, first. Good rule of thumb! <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira is tired. She is sick. She's a little woozy on her feet. And she's sick and tired of pissing matches and death wishes. She steps out the doorway and in towards the hall where fists are flying, and screams one word, loud and sharp, "HEY!" As she does, her hands reach to her hair and jeweled hairpins are slipped from the knot at the back of her neck. Most women toss their hair up when getting ready to head into a fight, but no one has ever accused the Companion of being most women. She strides down the hall like a woman with a score to settle, a long hairpin in each hand, and she doesn't stop until she reaches them both, and if she's able, she presses herself in between them, and if she's not able, she still does her damndest over and over again until she can. And she's venting at the pair of them every step of the way. "So help me Maude... The next one throwing a punch gets stabbed. And not in the happy fun sorts of places, dong ma? And after I stab you, I'll sedate you. And it won't be the one the doctors are passing out full of happy dreams and sleepy times. I will paralyze both of your stupid asses and leave you wishing you had control to scream for the pain, or to close your worthless sphincters. Get your dicks out of each other's faces and get back to your own gorram gurneys. NOW!" <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell actually shows a little grin of satisfaction when he gets that first crack on Rodney and draws back with a smirk pulling at his lips. Damn straight. He's going to rule this hallway, not Kilbride. Then there's a loud 'Hey' that cracks through his focus and he turns to look at Moira reflexively. At the last second he sees Rodney's fist coming in right before it smashes into his eye and the smaller man staggers back as his vision blurs. He can hear Moira yelling, but all that's driving him is a need to succeed over Rodney and Russell throws a hard kick at the other man's injured leg while Moira is pushing between them. "Get back!" He yells at her in frustration, trying to shove the Companion aside. He doesn't even see *her* as a treat. Foolish move but that's the way it is.<English> [Rodney(#8316)] "Out of way." Rodney states in a growl at Moira, as she wedges herself between Russell and himself. His voice comes more harshly, likely due to that kick to his braced leg, but her threats aren't exactly making him shake from fear, either. Even when he doesn't pick the fight, people try to break it up. Boooring. CaveScot limp/hops around the woman-sized obstacle, and swings another heavy right at Russell's recently punched eye. If the younger man isn't going to stop, then Kilbride most certainly isn't either!<English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira warned them, she really did. And the punches still fly. But fists aren't the only things that are flying amongst the hallway between the hospital and the quarrantine zone. A flash of silver releases from the Companion's right hand, straight for the fist Rodney aimed at Russell. And it hits. Spot on, sharp enough to puncture straight through. Luckily for Rodney, the woman is anemic, tired, and barely on her feet and upright with any energy. So rather than act as the truly lethal weapon Kallahan designed it to be, it just kind of plinks against his skin and then drops to the floor like the pretty piece of jewelry it looks like. Oh well, at least it means the nurses are liable to let her put her hair back up rather than confiscate it once someone else shows up to try and break up these two neanderthals. Either way, she's not moving a step out from in between the pair, and the other of the two pins is still clutched in her left hand. <English> [Russell(#10734)] The second swing from Rodney slams into Russell's eye and the ex-con reels, his vision suddenly scattered with white sparkles. Rodney is packing twice as much power behind his punches as Russ is. The ex-con falls back against the wall, gasping. With a shake of his head, he clenches his teeth and rapidly blinks to try and focus on Rodney again. He sees Moira close to the man and growls again, "Back!!" He yells in frustration. Then, using the stable surface of the wall as a springboard, Russell launches himself at Kilbride again, trying to use that momentum behind another punch thrown at Kilbride's stomach this time.<English> [Rodney(#8316)] Kilbride ooomphs as Russell hits him with a solid swing to the gut, and when he's bending over, trying to recover.....his eyes spot that pin that was thrown at him! Sharp Objects in a caveman asylum...best idea ever! "Weapon. Thank you!" is grunted at Moira, as he bends down to in an ungraceful movement to snag it up, reverse it in his grip, and thrust it at Russell's eye. It is a less than spectacular effort, as he loses the small weapon, courtesy of extra-sweaty palms. He half-stumbles his way back into a somewhat defensive position. "Bitch lied. You kept fighting. Not me. A scowl on general principle at Moira, and then Russell. <English> [Dobson(#3070)] There's a commotion going on as orderlies and a couple of security folks are jogging down the quarantine ward hall to burst into the room where the action is taking place, and they are all pretty damn big and sturdy women, (6'4 minimum... and built like a brick barn). One is lunging towards Russell as the other lunges towards Rodney in an efford to grab their arms and put them in secure holds and damn if they aren't fast and strong. Behind them enters one...cross looking...Blood Fairy. The precious little Doctor Teana Leeford with her pink bow on her surgical cap and her surgical face mask and her...4'11 height but she's entering with no fear as she pushes a cart with steak and jug of milk...a couple of tin cups and three VERY large teddy bears, one is white and one is pink and one is...rainbow colored. "THAT is ENOUGH! SIT or NO MEAT!" That's when she nods to an orderly and has...what seems to be a torch which she holds over a steak. "FIRE will EAT IT ALL UP!" <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira scoops up the weapon that Rodney fumbles, and tucks both pins back into her hair as Rodney retreats to his corner. The upside to two miserable failures by two ill patients is that they still appear to be nothing more than pretty jewelry. She'd been changing her stance to try and bearhug Russell to keep him from going after Rodney now that the Scotsman had backed off. But Nurse Betty and her cohorts beat her to it, giving the Companion time to just plop herself down onto the floor to catch her breath now that she's not worried Russell will attempt suicide by crazy since his meds are being dosed out at the appropriate rate.<English> [Braedyn(#19611)] Coming to the hospital may not have been the smartest idea to pull out of the box, but it's the one that was nearest the top. He limps, favouring his left leg as he always does, using the cane in his right hand to help him along. Though he pauses just within the doorway, one of his eyebrows quirking slightly as he surveys the situation. And then he sighs softly. "Bloody frakking neanderthal-brains," Braedyn mutters, then faintly shakes his head. Shifting his weight slightly, he's about to move, but then just settles to lean on his cane instead, his violet gaze turning to the diminutive Doctor Leeford. <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell barely jerks his head back to avoid sharp metal burying itself into his swollen eye. He has to draw back away from Rodney for another swing, but just as he's drawing his arm back he's being roughly grabbed from behind by one Big Bertha-esque orderly. The man screams in rage, "Let go!!" and tries to struggle free as he's pulled backwards off-balance by the restraint hold. He wildly kicks another leg at Rodney, but he's too far away now to get any contact on the man. "My hall! Don't want you here!" With his blood fired up his articulation is going into the toilet. Then the call of meat grabs his attention and he startles when the torch is whipped out.<English> [Luna(#9396)] Luna finally arrives all decked out in proper garb. She doesn't seem so very happy to be in all the contrctive isolation equipment. But, she doesn't want a case of the super syphillis for herself! Alas, being the Doctor of the Wulver, she had come to help with whatever she can help with, especially her own patient, Rodney. However, Luna pauses at the scene, looking about the scene as if looking upon a horrific insane assylum from some sort of horror film. "Oh goddess." She mutters to herself. Then she beelines waaayyy around the orderlies and Russel and then to Rodney. "He there Captain!" she says in her normal cheerful voice. "I brought you something!" She holds up a package of teryaki beef jerky for him as a tantalyzing treat to be calm. <English> [Rodney(#8316)] Kilbride is fairly nimble for an old fuck with a braced leg, and he avoids Nurse Ratchet's attempts to restrain him, though for the moment he does not seem intent on pushing the fight either. That said. He certainly isn't running scared from the claimed hallway. "Find woman. Fuck." Rodney declares, as if granting a favor to the younger man. His robe is opened, displaying a nice bruise on his abdomen from Russell' punch, and it is pulled out, while watching the nurses warily. A quick stream of piss is directed at the nearest wall of the claimed hallway. He disputes Russell's territorial claims, and shall proclaim his intent for annexation. The torch being whipped out, and the promises of meet have him allowing his robe to close, and his tilted head stare of interest. He semi-settles on his haunches, and adds for clarification. "Fat. Old woman okay, arsehole. I claim tiny meat woman." Eyes flicker from Russell, before eyes settle more firmly on Doctor Leena and her cart of goodies. Luna has been supplanted! Steaks are better than beef jerky. Her arrival -does- draw a look in that direction, and a little wave complete with toothy smile. "Pretty Doctor." But then steak with fire is attention-hogging. He is so going to get tackled for peeing, isn't he? <English> [Dobson(#3070)] Dr Teana just directs the orderlies to kinda...move out the way as a Hazmat cleaning team has to be called in to clean up the pee and she smiles apologetically to both Luna and Braedyn as she sighs and turns back to Russell and Rodney, eyebrow raising as she stares at Rodney. "I...bring offerings of MEAT and..." She gestures for orderlies to set the steak out at a safe distance and then the milk is poured into the cups and set beside the plates before the teddy bears are carefully selected. "This...is yours." It is set beside Rodney (he gets the rainbow one). And its big enough to come up to about his hip and then the other one is set near Russell (the White one) and finally...the last one is left near Moira as she blood fairy moves, flanked by a hulk of a female orderly and she holds her torch. "Have ya'll been good? I been hearing you've all been BAD, that means NO STICKERS." <English> [Zachary(#16730)] Zachary pushes the door to the post-op wing open with an elbow while he is pulling on surgical gloves. Behind him is an orderly who just left the lobby to look for the boss. He stops just outside that door and surveys the scene. Seeing the hematologist near that great mountain of meat, he calls to her, "Teana! Over here! Leave the orderlies to deal with that. I don't want anyone hurting you or any of my staff." <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell's left eye is swelling up badly from the two hard punches he took there. It's gonna be ugly bruising. He growls again when Rodney claims the hallway in liquid fashion, but he's hurting just enough by this point that he isn't ready to go after Rodney again. When the nurse releases him after the food and teddy bears are set out, the man drops to his knees to snatch up the milk and drain the whole glass, then he grabs the steak and retreats back from the torch that's being waved around, dragging the big fluffy bear back too. More than a few glares are thrown at Rodney and his face says clearly 'this isn't over'.<English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira looks at the teddy bear that's left for her, and she has to swallow hard to blink back tears and get herself controlled. Her stomach growls over the idea of food, but she's learned to make sure everyone else has a chance to get a plate before going after any for herself, and somehow she still has enough sanity to manage it. So as she waits for everyone else to eat, she lets her gaze study Russell for a while, and then she wriggles her hands in beneath herself to sit upon them there on the floor of the hall (thankfully a good bit down and away from the peeing). But before too many maudlin thoughts can take over her mind, she spots Doctor Alexander through the lobby, and lifts a hand to wave at him as visible relief washes over her face at the sight of him. <English> [Braedyn(#19611)] Braedyn inclines his head to Teana, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and a whisper of amusement shows in his violet eyes. He watches as the teddy bears are doled out, and he remains leaning on his cane, apparently comfortable. A glance is given to Zachary, and he holds quiet. His attention slips past Russell, then falls to Moira, and he lifts his left hand to offer a wave to her in turn. A gentle smile tugs at his lips, though he doesn't approach closer, concerned over the illness which seems to run so very rampant. <English> [Luna(#9396)] Luna pulls up short. Did he.. just pee.. on the wall.. If Luna was not wearing the protective mask, she would have facepalmed. Instead her gloved hand goes to her mask with a thup. THUP. "Oh.. we have to find a cure.. quickly.." She says. She then settles the bag of jerky near Rodney, non-plussed that the steak lady has brought rare steak for the munching upon. She glances to the other doctors and then offers a nod to them. She beelines their way now and offers a polite nod. "Hello. I came to offer my assistance." She says to whomever may hear her. <English> [Rodney(#8316)] Kilbride does not rush to eat his steak, but inclines his head to Teana in his very best in courtly manners, accepts the rainbow bear, eyes it for a moment. "Meat woman. We make strong babies...." He trails off as she goes to hand out bears to his new nemesis..."Later..." A sad-face is hidden behind his cup of milk, as he takes a sip, belches, and eyes the other infected that look too closely at his plate of meat. Zachary's call to the blood fairy is overheard, and he lifts his accented, gravelly voice..."ME NO HURT. ME ROMANCE." Hmph. Then, Luna's plunking down of the jerky is greeted with the same bright smile, distracting him from the base assaults on his intentions... "You come to ride bo..." And then she too abandons him to the other patients, and his eyes narrow, and he bares his teeth. Sadness masked by threats. He cares not for stickers, but that bear is pretty kickin. He receives an idle squeeze, before he rips off a big hunk of steak, and sets to chewing with his mouth open. <English> [Dobson(#3070)] Teana hears Zachary and tosses a wave and and offers a weary smile before turning to look between Russell and Rodney and she sighs, hands going to her hips. "Ya'll some big STRONG men, such good men." She points to half of the room. "That's Snowy Bear territory." Then she points to Russell. "Snowy Bear." Then she points to Rodney and half of the room. "That's Rainbow Bear territory." She points to the hall way. "That's Bitchy Bloody Fairy territory and if you stick your man snausage out there the FIRE WILL EAT IT OFF!" She waves her torch. "Does I make myself clear?" Then she looks to the other doctors. "...we are getting to a point where sedatin' them is gonna start causing damage...I'm sorry but we really gotta do our best to keep from stickin' them with drugs if we can." She flashes a smile. "I'm Doctor Leeford." To those who don't know her. <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira lets her gaze flicker between doctor Alexander and Russell, and while she watches both men, she lets her hands do the talking with her doctor. "....................................................................................................................." The woman looks fairly sane and competant still, all things considered, but it's really hard to get an accurate read through the exhaustion. There are large, dark circles beneath her eyes, as if she's not slept for days - strange perhaps if anyone is coherent enough to realize she's been sleeping more than usual. And her skin is so pale that were sunlight to hit the ward, doctor blood fairy might be shocked to see that the Companion doesn't sparkle other than the jewelry and hairpins. But the jewelry definitely sparkles as her hands continue to move, talking to the doctor (and potentially others though there's no way of knowing, ".......................................... ........................................... ........................................... ........................................... ........................................... ........................................... ...................................." <Sign_Language> [Russell(#10734)] Russell inhales his steak with the same efficiency that he's been packing away all of his meals. Then he eyes that rainbow bear that Rodney has before looking at his own white one. Hmm. Then Teana is laying out the territory lines and Russell watches her, thoughtful. The man grabs up his teddy bear and carries it over to where Moira is sitting on the floor. He pushes it at her. "Here. You hold. You're snowy bear territory." Yep. The Companion is *his*. His eyes go back to Rodney and he crouches, watching the Wulver captain like a hawk waiting for the right moment to swoop in for the kill.<English> [Rodney(#8316)] Kilbride eyes Russell, during the whole of Teana's explanation of the new territorial lines, but looks confused by what appears to be an arbitrary re-drawing of the vicinity. "I stronger. Bigger. More room." The man inhales the last of his steak, though the jerky is tucked into the pocket of his robe, and he slips to his feet. Rod places a hand to his tender abdomen, and moves toward the demarcation line, his own rainbow teddy stuffed under his left arm. He points at Moira, when Russell hands her the snow bear, and clears his throat. "White bear. Whore. Irony." is grunted out, followed by a lifting of his brows, and a toothy grin for the room. He's here all week, folks. "Mine fancier." Rainbo(bear's name, naturally) is held up for display. He's awesome. He fucking knows it. Has no doubts. Caveman confidence trumps all confidence. <English> [Braedyn(#19611)] The redheaded man smiles at Moira again, and then he gives a small nod, shifting his weight in order to let his cane rest against himself. "..................................... ..................................................................." he muses, a thoughtful cast to the movement of his fingers. Braedyn is familiar with sign language, fluent in it, as he's needed to be. "....................... ........................ ........................ ........................ ........................ ........................ ........................ ........................ ......................................." he suggests, giving a small nod to her, watching her. A glance is given to Russell, and then he looks back to Moira, watching her. <Sign_Language> [Russell(#10734)] Russell was already crouched and waiting, so when Rodney struts over to push into his territory the younger man is already prepared to strike. The insult to Moira just fuels the fire. He springs up and makes a wild snatch for Rainbo, trying to grab the bear to drag it from Rodney's bragging grip. With his vision all messed up from getting punched in the eye a couple of times, his execution is far less graceful in reality compared to his mind's eye. In his mind he's making a dramatic rush and leap to pluck the bear deftly away. Reality? He slips on some of the meat juice on the floor and sort of lurches at the man while blindly groping for the stuffed animal.<English> [Rodney(#8316)] "RAINBO NOOOO." Is Kilbride's growling, super-manly bellow of rage at the attempted theft of his multi-coloured, boss-as-shit teddy bear. He squeezes it extra tight against his chest, and swings his right leg up at the man lurching toward him, arms outstretched. His own grace doesn't surpass Russell's by much, and his foot swoops by the other man's body. It takes a staggering half-step for him to catch his balance, and stumble further into the territory of Snow Bear, sort of on an unsteady heading for Moira. "Snowbitch bear is MINE." Two can play at grand theft Ursidae. <English> [Dobson(#3070)] Lots of blood to study and more patients to feed, Dr Teana just stares for a moment and blinks, leaving a couple of orderlies behind as she pushes her cart towards the exit, shaking her head. "We'll try for stickers tomorrow..." <English> [Kirsten(#15442)] In a quiet corner of the hospital, Kirsten is sitting before a Cortex terminal. There's a stack of printouts beside her, and even now the printer whirrs into life, disgorging yet another sheet of paper. Kirsten snatches it irritably from the machine, highlights a couple of sentences with a wild swish of her highlighter pen, and shoves it unceremoniously onto the stack before her. Then she turns back to the terminal, fingers stabbing and mashing at the keys and controls. She's still clad in her ever-present fatigues, and keeps reaching back to scratch at her arms. She's flushed and sweating. <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira is exhausted. Moira is feeling and looking like crap. Moira has given up on speaking English. Moira is holding a gorram teddy bear that has suddenly turned into Israel while technicolor Palestine barrels its way down the hall straight at her. She's the sanest one in the group, but they're all regressing in some ways. Though, for the Companion, things are a little different. It's less about *being* at basic instincts than it is about dealing with others when they're dimished down to their own. So, she gives up the waving conversation with Doctor Alexander and decides to get her snowy white bear and herself out of the way of the mustachioed maniac. Odd that for a man so intent on screeching about whores he's the one making claims upon women left and right... But that's something to ponder after she's moved. She tucks the bear into the front of her hoodie and zips the garment with one hand to secure the teddy. Not that she cares, but it seems that the bear helps keep Russell from going postal, and that's a good thing for the clan of the snow bears. And then, she channels Daska. She leans forward onto her hands, and uses the ground to push herself up and into an arabesque, kicking her leg quickly out behind her in a way that will either slow down Rodney, avert him to the side, or plant her foot firmly into his chest, and it doesn't seem like she really cares which path the man takes. She'll use the momentum regardless to propell herself into a series of pirouettes, figuring it will be beneficial two-fold. Not only is it just as fast as running, it will also send the glinting flourescents dancing over the jewelery she wears, and if anything distracts a primative mindset, it's glitter. And the Companion is now a dancing, spinning ball of it. <Sign_Language> [Russell(#10734)] Russell half-falls to the ground, sort of awkwardly stopping himself with his hands as his knees hit the tile. Dizzy from the blows to the head, he's sluggish to track Rodney's movement. When he sees the scotsman going after *his* bear, and more importantly, his *Companion*, the mechanic lunges recklessly after Kilbride as if he were leaping to take a base in a baseball game, but in this case he's grabbing for Rodney's ankle to try and trip the captain. "Run Moira! Protect Snowy!" He calls, voice cracking a bit from all the yelling and the strain it's putting on his vocal chords.<English> [Rodney(#8316)] Kilbride glances over his shoulder, as Russell misses him, and sighs in a growling theatrical manner. "Keep pink bear. Fuck pink bear. Give white bear." The Scotsman demands, still holding tight to Rainbo under his left arm. The dancing Moira has him squinting, and reaching out to try to grapple her by the leg that was extended toward him, in an effort to slow him down. He misses, because grappling one-handed is never the easiest thing in the world. "Bear thief need learn lesson." <English> [Ethan(#16251)] With all of the commotion going on all of a sudden, Ethan awakens from his nap. He was still curled up in a corner, but stretches himself out while looking around. The bear that was given to him still lies with it's head ripped off underneath him. He moves up to his feet, crouched over much like a neaderthal. He growls suddenly, watching Moira as she seems to be fighting someone. "Pretty woman." <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira takes a moment to toss one more flurry of words to Braedyn, telling him, "........................................................." And then talking comes to an end as she tries to figure out the smartest plan of action... Well, the smartest one that's valid. Locking herself into a private room off the hallway and larger open quarrantine area is smartest, but she's not leaving Russell and Clancy to fend off Rainbow Blight alone. And she's definitely not wanting to spread the carnage over 'turf' if she can avoid it. And she'd like a chance to eat, as she still hasn't gotten any of the recently arrived dinner yet in her efforts to avoid carnage. Some days it REALLY sucks to be sane. <Sign_Language> [Cameron(#14110)] Cameron is, for lack of a better term, stoned out of his mind and still in the early stage area. Milling about, he's sitting near a door on a cot with his head in his hands, somewhere between stage one and stage two. The opium that's been prescribed by his attending physician is keeping him on an even keel, as is keeping him near his girlfriend, Cody Martin. Sweaty and overheated, he simply sits with his chin on his knee, staring at the wall and whatever strange imagery he's hallucinating at. He's been here a few hours now, and has been...manageable.<English> [Kirsten(#15442)] Kirsten looks up with bloodshot and bleary eyes at the commotion. "How can I work with this?!" she growls, then snarls as she recognizes her long-time antagonist, Rodney. "You!" She carefully picks up the Cortex terminal before her, lifts it over her head, and hurls it like she was throwing in the ball at a soccer match...straight at Rodney. That could do some damage, were it to hit someone. It arcs gracefully through the air...but she's neglected to disconnect it from its cables that anchor it to her desk, and so it swings through a rapid 180 degree arc and collides with Kirsten's shins. She lets out an inhuman shriek of pain and starts to kick and stamp on the display screen, shattering it into razor-sharp shards of glass and plastic as she howls and grunts! Bad Cortex terminal! Bad! Kill the Cortex terminal! Kill, Kill! <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell slides a bit on his stomach when he missing Rodney's ankle, then pushes up and hurries after the man giving up on the bear now as he sees Kilbride going after Moira. "No! Hands off her!" He growls in rage, rushing a tackle at the Scottish Wulverine. Still half-blind, his face all swollen around his left eye, his vision blurred and dizziness still affecting him, the ex-con runs into Rodney and just bounces off, grasping ineffectually at his robe.<English> [Ethan(#16251)] Ethan takes a few steps in Moira's direction, but the smell of the recently delivered food pulls him off his mark. So instead, he meanders over to the plate left for him and settles into his hunches. He holds the plate close to his body as if protecting it and begins to eat with his hand. He never takes his eyes off of his surroundings, looking as though he doesn't trust it or the other people in here with him. <English> [Rodney(#8316)] Rodney declares, looking up at Kirsten, as she heaves the plugged-in Cortex terminal at him! "Make strong babies!" If he realizes that her activities are antagonistic, then he doesn't take note. Of course, his excitement at taking note of the woman he is convinced is stalking him might put a damper in his attempt to clobber Russell in the back of the head, as he bounces off. The punch swooshes past the younger man's head, and there is a sigh, once again. "FINE. SNOWBITCH. We no fight. You good dance. I better dance..." That's right. Because fisticuffs are proving to be inconclusive and there is crush(even if he doesn't know she is into girls) is here...he throws down the proverbial 'dance-off' gauntlet. The Rainbo bear is tossed out from under his arm, and he proceeds to shake his ass, bath-robe and all. The bear is spun and twirled, and it is rather boss, for a guy in a leg-brace. Retarded cavemen have weird attention spans. <English> [Aife(#2024)] Shuttles land, disgourge their passengers; both infected and non-infected alike, then take off again to bring more. Rather than wait for the group to be collected, each of the small groups is directed to enter the building. The small cells of infected are surrounded by security from either the Guan-Yin or Starke Enterprises. The security personnel are all fully decked out in hazmat suits with stun weapons. Soon, the entire contingent of infected from the Guan-Yin are inside. Rather than let them mingle freely with the other lot, Aife looks for the Book Memorial welcoming committee. Wary, she frowns, for this is not what she expected. <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell stumbles, but catches his balance and whirls back on Rodney. He sees Kirsten in the background, going all Zoolander on the terminal, and then Rodney is going Hansen-style with a Dance-off. The man stares for a moment, boggled. Well, if *dancing* is the new thrown-down, he shall THROW DOWN. He stomps over to Moira and grabs her hand to pull her close, with a possessive smirk on his face, and he will proceed to try to lead her through some impromptu moves.<English> [Kirsten(#15442)] Kirsten (who is in the quarantine area) is too busy stomping on the poor innocent Cortex terminal, now just a memory of burned-out circuit boards and shattered liquid crystal screens, to pay attention to what Rodney is telling her. She gives the terminal a final stomp, eliciting a small and pathetic shower of sparks, and then starts to crumple up the stack of medical printouts beside her and hurl them to the floor while grunting and spitting in animalistic rage. The papers are fascinating - the more recent printouts (or, at least, what you'd assume are the more recent printouts, the ones near the top) are marked with garish sweeps of highlighter, whereas the older printouts have much more carefully marked sentences and paragraphs, the change depicting Kirsten's regression over the past day or so - although her careful work will be lost if someone doesn't intercept her from her destructive path. <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira doesn't want to dance. She doesn't want to run. She doesn't want to deal with any of this literal pissing match. She wants a nap. And a meal. And a chance to hug the white teddy bear and have a good cry over it. Worst of all, most of those wants have nothing to do with this gorram illness. But, the doom of a Companion's life is that it's never about what she wants, only the wants of those around her. And right now, most of those wants seem in one way or the other to be aimed at her. And then Russell grabs her and pulls her close, but all things considered, better the devil you know than the devil named Rainbo Killbride. So she just goes with it, at least for the moment, and despite the exhaustion that shows over every inch of her body, years upon years of dance lessons have paid off, and she's able at least to follow the lead set by Russ. <Sign_Language> [Cameron(#14110)] Dazed and confused, Cameron's just quietly hugging his teddy bear, when something that crosses his vision catches his attention. It's a doctor in a labcoat. Cameron's gaze turns, following the elderly man's movements in the direction of the bathrooms. When the doctor disappears into the bathroom, Cameron lowers himself to the floor and whistles quietly, slipping away in the chaos towards the restrooms.<English> [Ethan(#16251)] Ethan has now finished his meal and is curious as to just what the hell is going on down the hallway. The pretty woman that he saw earlier was now gone. Moving down the hallway, much like how a simian would walk, knuckles dragging the ground, he peeks into Russell's room to see what all the commotion is. He growls loudly..his way of asking what the hell is going on. <English> [Salin(#10665)] Salin seems to be one of those infected people whose led into the hospital, for he's clad in nothing more then a pair of hospital pants and there's a lovely rash that's worked up the length of his arm. Hands ball into fists and then release, only to clench again and there's a slight narrowing of his eyes and he begins to look around. <English> [Rodney(#8316)] Rodney continues to dance, whilst staring at the two members of thieving clan Snow Bear. His moves are sweet as hell, considering his left leg is kind of lurching about, covered in the medical brace. But, after a few turns, and a jaunty toss of Rainbo, there is a sigh, and a growl. "Bored. Tired." Statements made to no one imparticular. "Touch bear. Die." He holds up the rainbow-coloured bear, flips Russell the bird, and seems prepared to head back to his room. Unless he sees something hella shiny, or Russell decides to try to fight him again! <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell seems to lose interest in the dancing now that he has his arms wrapped around Moira. He pulls her closer, giving her a tight hug, then looks past Rodney to take in Ethan at the door. "Come!" He beckons, an inviting smile on his face. "Join us. Snowy Territory." That idea starts to set in more solidly and he glances around, "Kirsten! Come! Join!" He invites, beckoning eagerly. "We will be strong together." His blue eye (one is swollen shut now) goes back to Rodney, "You keep bear. We have two." He holds up two fingers. No, he's not gonna go after the man. He's leaving, and Russ is content to have him gone.<English> [Kirsten(#15442)] Something permeates through to Kirsten's brain that she's being called. She stops her careful paper-crumpling, having now surrounded herself with a small sea of crumpled printouts, and stares suspiciously over in Russell's direction. She regards the man and Moira together, her gaze mostly wandering over Moira's form, and grunts agreeably. "Threesome?" <English> [Aife(#2024)] Stepping away from her charges, Aife looks for an orderly. As her gaze flickers over the area, it is drawn first by the person heading to the restroom, then by a familiar face. Lifting a hand, she waves at Cameron through the partition between the general area and the quarentine bubble. A man heading for the loo is hardly noteworthy, however, so she turns back to her quest. Once someone comes forward, she becomes engrossed in explaining who her charges are. The orderly nods and starts leading her to an administrative person so everyone can be processed. <English> [Ethan(#16251)] Ethan sniffs the air and watches Rodney leave, apparently going back to his room. He then crawls into the room with Russell and Moira. He sits down on the floor, head still moving around, always on the lookout for someone or something that might want to harm him. He points a finger at his own chest and says, "Ethan!" <English> [Cameron(#14110)] A few minutes pass, and the doctor that went into the bathroom comes out first. Wearing his hermetically sealed, completely awesome techno-badass hazmat suit, he quietly makes his way across the floor in a slow, comfortable walk through the quarantine zone... <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira would facepalm if Russell didn't have her locked into his arms and there weren't two teddy bears zipped into her jacket. Is this really what quarrantine has come to for her? At least the same awkward movements that keep her from facepalming also keep her from signing, so when she speaks, she has to start using her words again. The first thing she does is gently run a fingertip over the swelling of Russell's eye, making sure the injury is merely superficial and doesn't require attention. She's getting ready to try to figure out how to extricate herself from his arms when he calls over others and Kristen makes that offer. Another moment where a facepalm would be useful. She shakes her head, and then wriggles herself free of Russell's arms as she does some fast thinking, "No. Bear goddess." She points to herself and to the pink and white bears she has inside her jacket. Protect clan, but only if not touched." She glances at Russell, "Only Snow Bear touches Pink Bear. But no one touches Pink Bear now, Pink Bear needs dinner." And then hoping like hell her attempts at cave-logic will work she tries to finally nab herself food. <English> [Sypher(#20429)] Brought in with Aife are an odd pair, Where once Sypher had been clinging behind Victor, how he's almost leading the man by the hands, smiling brightly at the man and murmuring sweet nothings to him. By now the mercenary, still as smooth as ever apparently (even with a lack of vocab or access to half his brain) because within the span of being taken from the ship to entering the quarantine zone, both of them are blushing a bit. <English> [Cameron(#14110)] Cameron, dressed in the doctor's hazmat suit, is still very loopy, but is smart enough to keep himself calm and walking natural while he moves across the floor. You see, the man's done an awful lot of work while under the influence of opium. However, the opium is wearing off and he feels the need to escape. So he continues to walk towards the checkpoint, quietly waving his badge to the guards as he tries to act natural and pass through.<English> [Jacobs(#10422)] Jacobs comes rolling in with the rest of the security staff, a big pile of biosuited, serious-looking, walking safety. He glances around the facility and frowns /very/ dissaprovingly. Being couped up on the Guan, it was easy to miss how bad the pandemic really was. He reaches down and clicks his suit's mic to connect to the short range network of other suits, "Do they... have a cure? Or treatment for this, yet?" He asks, taking a step back to observe the utter maddness, seeing a familier face or two. <English> [Russell(#10734)] Russell gives Kirsten a smile, his interest definitely snagged by Kirsten's suggestion, but Moira is politely deferring from the threesome idea. He smiles, though. "Yes. Moira bear goddess. I get food. Stay." He'll ease his hold on her and look at the crouched Ethan on the floor. "Ethan. Guard bear goddess." He presses his hand to his chest, "I Russell." He points at the girl in the camo, "Kirsten." Then he goes to grab Moira's food for her. Without Rodney in his immediate vicinity, he's calmed down a lot.<English> [Salin(#10665)] Hey .. wait .. something doesn't look right to Salin and as his gaze falls upon Cameron, his eyes narrow a little more and there's a cant of his head to one side. Then, the snarl returns to his lips and he's lifting a hand to point at the man before roaring out, "MINE! Stole steak! Woman too!" And with that, he begins to try to find a way towards Cameron. No doubt to strangle him. Right? Right. <English> [Cameron(#14110)] "Oh my gods! That man's gone crazy! Protect me! I didn't sign up for this!" Cameron replies dizzily, stumbling back from Salin, falling towards the checkpoint in an attempt to get the guards to protect him from Count Fawzy. <English> [Kirsten(#15442)] Kirsten stares at Moira in confusion. "No touching bare goddess? What use is goddess then?" she grunts unhappily, scratching steadily at her arm. Her gaze drops slowly from Moira's form, mentally reclothing her with reluctance, until her attention is drawn by something shiny! Well, bloody. It's an orderly with a tray of very rare steaks. Kirsten scrambles forwards, snatching up one from the cart and gnawing repulsively on it. All thoughts of threesomes are banished. <English> [Victor(#22285)] Victor is just being drug along behind Sypher by the hand, scratching his head and looking around at his surroundings. His free hand curls into a ball, but he doesn't use it on anyone...for now. <English> [Noah(#19668)] Noah stands off to the side, observing and not paying attention to too much at the moment as he deals with his allergies, sneezing himself silly. <English> [Ethan(#16251)] Ethan points at Russell. "I Russell." At Moira. "Moira." And then at Kristen. "Kristen." He keeps looking from one to another until the faces click with the names and he understands that Russell introduced them to him. He reaches out to get a bloody steak and begins to gnaw on it while rocking back and forth on his heels while still squatting on the floor. "What bear goddess?" <English> [Moira(#12068)] Moira moves to the door of the room that she, Russell, Clancy, Ethan, Kirsten, and anyone else who has joined up the the clan of Pink and White teddy bears seems to be now occupying. She keeps an eye on the lobby through the entryway, hoping to catch sight of Doctor Alexander, Sebastien Rhys-Carmichael, or anyone else who might be coming to the rescue if she's lucky. Unfortunately, she spots none of them, though she does see Salin, infected and chasing Cameron, and Jacobs. At least the security man of the Guan seems thus far uninfected, so she gives him a wave from her doorway beyond quarrantine, and then just shrugs. Yes. There are definite downsides to her still being sane. <English> [Rodney(#8316)] Kilbride is shuffling back toward his room, when he spots Salin going after Cameron, who despite being a person he is typically super pissed at, sort of happens to be a member of his tribe. "Leave alone. He coward. No fight." The Scotsman growls, rather loudly as he heads up the ward hall, toward the checkpoint where the commotion has now begun. Certain instincts are still present. Though the way is squeezing Rainbo Bear would suggest that new instincts have cropped up. "Fop Fuck. Come. Before killed." Impatient roll of his eyes. <English> [Aife(#2024)] It is Salin's roar that catches Aife's attention. She turns from the administrative person she is speaking to and starts after the Count. Or, starts to. Suddenly, the hospital security comes to life and heads for the Count. Orderlies appear as if by magic to whisk the Guan people off to examination rooms. (There, if you all want.) For her part, once her charges have been turned over to the hospital staff, Aife makes her way to Salin's tight group of security. "Salin? Come on. We have to go with the nice doctors now." <English> [Kirsten(#15442)] Kirsten, chewing on her steak, smiles bloodily at Ethan. She seems happy enough to sit with him and gnaw on steaks, content enough under the protection of the (unfortunately not Bare) Goddess Moira and under-God Russell. Although she does keep peeking out in the direction of the departing Rodney, the Other Bare God. Perhaps she's wondering what life is like under Rodney, so to speak. <English> [Sypher(#20429)] YAY! Processing. It only takes the doctor addressing Sypher once to realize that the mans an extreme case, already degraded pretty far though for some reason, no facial hair.. Huh, his regular hair though is growing pretty long! Guess he's a woman at heart and.. a few other ways? <English> [Cameron(#14110)] Cameron, in the hazmat suit, takes a step back away from Salin and tries to blend back in with the crowd into the quarantine zone. Unable to escape, he grumbles under his breath and does his best to mingle back into the crowd. He heads back to the bathroom and slips out of the quarantine suit, and then makes his way back down the hallway towards the last direction he saw Cody going. <English>
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