tushanshu | Entries tagged with † bianca reyes

[Frazzled isn't quite the right word. She went from being in the middle of an attack on the hospital to suddenly being in the middle of a street in a downright peaceful looking part of Metal that doesn't look like it's been recently struck by Malicant, and has changed quite a bit. Not to mention the piece of jewlery she found on her, which she's keeping stuffed in a pocket for now.

Trying to ask the kedan doesn't really get her many answers; they're mixed, with a few kedan who recognized her from her work with the hospital focusing on the fact she's back- since when was she gone, but she isn't sure she wants an immediate answer to that, with all the differences- to some being downright rude or avoiding the question completely, which isn't that much of a surprise, if a frustrating one.

She ends up slipping into a cafe, finding a console- checking the network doesn't do much more than confuse her further, finally leading her to turning on the video herself:]

What in the world have I missed?

asoothingvoice

[Bianca's at one of the consoles in the hospital's ground floor again; this time, it's much easier to tell it's a hospital thanks to the construction and refurnishing being completely finished.]

Hi everyone, I know we've had some more arrivals [A slightly wry smile, because there's nothing new about that], so let me introduce myself first. I'm Bianca Reyes, I help run Eshai Memorial Hospital here, if you ever get sick or injured, just so you know. [There's a location ping attached, showing where it is in Metal.]

Before I get to my main announcement, I want to give everyone a warning. One of the teenagers here isn't as innocent as we've been led to believe. He's also at least one of the ones going around on the network anonymously making incendiary comments.

[There's a link to Bakura's last network post.]

He has no problem with problems with make death threats, made a horror movie style monster appear and then disappear, and he tried to make me forget my encounter with him. Just in case anyone's seen anything like that or has gaps in their memories.

[He had a warning, and plenty of time. She's not just going to allow someone like that to wander around with no problem.]

Moving on from that, now that the hospital is finally set up, [Instead of being half finished] I'd like to announce that we'll be having a blood drive open to the whole population here in Keeliai. It'll be in four days, to give everyone who wants to take part a chance to make sure they can donate. We've spread some flyers to some of the larger markets and grocers about what foods are good to eat before you donate. If you aren't sure, just drink plenty of water and eat dark green leafy vegetables. Seaweed's a good source of iron.

If you aren't sure about donating blood, or you're afraid of needles, think about it as doing something to help yourself and others in the future. There aren't enough of us here that emergency transfusions are easily possible, especially if you're not human. [Looking at you, Arthur.]

There'll be snacks for everyone donating, but we can turn it into a potluck. Make it a small party.

Don't be afraid of asking any questions you might have.

[OOC: Blood drive log here!]

asoothingvoice

[What's behind Bianca isn't the scenery of her suite in Earth, or even one of the console cafes in Keeliai, though it certainly bears more resemblance to the latter, just in the middle of being redecorated- or, to be more exact, refurbished. There's definitely a lot more of a 'medical' feel to the background than one would expect at first glance.

She also looks to be on the tired side, but that probably goes for most everyone lately.]

This is a bit of a late announcement, [She was too busy running around earlier] but to make it clear to everyone: Eshai Memorial Hospital is now open, ahead of schedule.

[And there's a location ping, showing where it is in the Metal Sector.]

The Soranik Natu clinic is still open and being run by attached nurses, but the hospital is better equipped for more severe injuries and for more people.

If you haven't seen anyone for injuries from the last couple weeks in Keeliai or in that bottle, come in.

[She's saying it fairly nicely, but there's no way to ignore that that's an order.]

(OOC: Feel free to have characters go to the hospital in with action. It's not entirely finished up though, so some areas are closed off or sparsely furnished.)

backwordscompatible

[For once, Zatanna isn't broadcasting from her room. She doesn't even bother trying to hide the Guilt on her face as she appears on screen, the clear signs of a random cafe in the background. It would have been a stretch to say she hadn't really slept much since returning from the bottle, but she's certainly not taking any joy from the memories playing over and over in her mind.]

[Memories she needed to get away from, if only for a little while. And there was really only one way to do that:]

Does anybody have a place I can stay for a few days?

[By not being in her suite.]

PRIVATE - Korra

Hey.

Thanks for the chocolates. I really appreciate it.

cherrywood

[ For those who have spoken to Milyn before, they might note a stark departure from her usual bubbly smiles and demeanor. Instead she addresses the console with a level gaze and a calm, succinct tone of voice. ]

Hello Foreigners. The source of the miasma has been identified.

In the time of the initial war with the Enemy, three vessels existed representing the three Planes of Life, Dreaming and Death. The trinity was thought lost during the final battle with no trace of them remaining... until now. It appears that one of them -- the vessel of the Death realm -- remained hidden within the Palace of the Landed Sky and has been, as you can see, opened. These vessels contain lands which exist inside those Planes.

As you have no doubt witnessed, the black fog permeating the city is only one symptom of the corruption contained within this dimension. It poisons what it touches and will continue to spread, overtaking everything if it is not stopped, blighting both body and mind. I have tested it extensively and nothing I have found so far suggests that anyone here possesses an immunity to it; you may note that even the magics and abilities you harness likewise cannot purge it.

There is no other way to stop the contamination in Keeliai other than to strike at its source: within Kithika, the land housed inside the bottle itself and encompassed by the Death Plane.

By imperial decree of the Alderwood Emperor, all Foreigners capable of combat must report to the Palace immediately. You will be sent to Kithika through the vessel, to locate and destroy the source of this affliction. Bring any weapons and tools you have to aid you. If the corruption cannot be cleansed it will infect everyone and everything in the city before spreading to Tu Vishan.

If you fail, there will be nothing left for you to return to.

denyamenti

[ While he's purposely activated the console, "Ryou"'s attention seems to be directed offscreen towards the windows, specifically at the black fog that's slowly rolling into the city. ]

Is anyone... ah, I mean... I know there are people here with magic. Is this something that's-- supposed to happen? Thank goodness it isn't coming inside but... what's going on?

naismith

[A man appears on the network of indeterminate age, extremely short-- under five feet tall, easily-- with a slight hunch to his posture and Germanic features. His eyes are sharply alive, bright with challenge. There's no hesitation as he speaks, in a gravelly kind of accent that sounds almost Russian, the words flowing quickly as he makes them up on the spot.

Right now, he desperately needs intel of all kinds, and eventually a spotter to watch him while he uses his seizure inducer. That fact he's assiduously ignoring. He'd checked his neurotransmitter levels this morning, and he has at least three days, even with all the stress of arrival. No, four days, probably. Five. Really, he can go a lot longer without one than the ImpSec medical staff had given him credit for. --Focus, Vorkosigan.]

So. I see you all have quite a neat set up here. Let's not waste time. Who can bring me up to speed, ex tempore? Surely we have more intelligence than "don't say its name" on our bogey man. Since confirmed facts are likely to be scarce, personal accounts would be acceptable.

I'm also taking proposals for getting miserably drunk at the bar, as is traditional in times of drawn out peril. I need someone to drag me home, y'see; alcohol has quite a soporific effect on my constitution. [And Ivan is unfortunately not here to do the dragging. Miles ignores the resulting pang that inspires in him.

Then he hesitates imperceptibly, the memory of his previous catastrophic failure to report his seizures clanging loudly through his brain. No. He can't ignore this, much as he'd like to. The only thing that scares Miles more than never going home is turning into a vegetable, mindless and drooling. He can at least do the preliminary investigation about options.]

Information about local medical facilities would be appreciated as well. They're not all-- er, at this level of technology, are they? [He looks dubious about anyone surviving on that level of medical care, but immediately recovers with a wide, convincing smile.] I'd just like to know preemptively for when I wake up with a skull splitting headache.

bacondivination

Ladies and gentlemen, I am bored as Hel. You folk especially ought to recognize by now just how dreadful a situation that might be when dealing with a god of mischief.

[ This is not the Loki Laufeyson people might be accustomed to seeing, but he's certainly posting from the same console that the young scamp usually does. He's apparently maybe in his late teens, but certainly no older than that. ]

So who wants to buy me drinks and see how long it takes to get a handsome Asgardian lad properly sloshed?

[ There's an awkward pause. Shit, his mom might see this.

Shit, Mistress Bianca might. ]

In the most responsible and reasonable way imaginable, I assure you. And, worry not, the attractive visage you see here is one-hundred percent the truth. For once. I am actually a man grown, I assure you. Did a little witchcraft with a lovely assistant, sorted some things out. Started a novel, too, actually, and I'm thinking of taking up yoga. Lots of personal growth going on.

And now that this has turned utterly anticlimactic, I'll leave off there.

( Private (Default Encryption) to Willow and Gene )

isnotokay

[ When the video feed starts, it shows Annie in her uniform jacket with a distinctly flat expression that military sorts might recognize as a thousand-yard stare. The silence drags on unreasonably, though she doesn’t give any indication that she thinks it as such. (Hint: She doesn’t.) Finally, she speaks in a tone that's apathetic: ] Is natural gas available in this place? I need it to fill a certain type of canister.

[ Not that she needs it right now, but she lifts one of the canisters from her 3DMG to show it. There's a strategic value to this move by pretending she's lost that advantage. ]

Ah, I should ask after my squad, shouldn’t I? [ She says it almost as an afterthought. So she introduces herself bluntly: ] Annie Leonhart. Stohess District MP, under acting squad leader Marlowe Freudenberg.

[ Because apparently that should do the trick, right? Terse to a fault in such an unusual situation, she abruptly shuts off the feed. ]

alwaysmother

As more than enough time has passed I feel obliged to seek out a means to supply myself in the name of the World Turtle’s cause.

[She just had to make sure to get this computer thing down pat first, and look at her, doing a fine job using the camera…well it’s not as shaky as it was when she first arrived and she’s quite proud of that. More to their credit than hers are the fine tutors she has had in the use of the technology.]

I have been told that one of the essentials of this world is work and seeking it out. Now that I have acquired knowledge about the status of my family and my situation this seems to be the next logical step.

[Even though it is probably out of her typical comfort zone, being the Queen of Asgard she has spent time with her people, the only position she really ever had was that of a wife, mother, and ruler. Now she had to present herself in a way that would make her seem qualified to work…

…and she wasn’t all that sure she had anything valuable to offer, but shrinking away is also not an option. So sitting upright and looking confident she continues.]

First I shall dispense with my titles, one of them at least; I cannot see how being queen of another realm would be functional realistically other than illustrating my organization, mediation, and leadership qualities.

[She could easily say these qualities could be applied to a mother, any mother.]

I also possess strength that is supplied to people of Asgard, fundamental knowledge of and concerning magic, and the capacity to fight if necessary.

These are the qualifications of Frigga--if you can harness these qualities and find a means of putting them to use then I am at your disposal. [If you need references talk to her children and ask them about her work.]

asoothingvoice

[This was, unfortunately, something she had experienced before, and even with that, it still took her a couple days before she was able to make this announcement. Even with knowing that it meant that he was hopefully home. She wasn't willing to break down where everyone could see it.]

Jaime, my son, is no longer here.

Tony, Miles, if you could come over to the clinic at some point, I'd be grateful. He left some instructions for where a few things should go, in case... this happened.

[Still hard to say.]

That's all. Thank you.

unetrustworthy

(~~A million, of course, meaning the highest she currently knew how to code, which was a solid 60%. Thus, he theoretically could still hack it, should he choose to do so~~)

[It had been more than a week, and Midii was still at a complete loss. So much so, she was finally desperate enough to go to the Network for help. Something that, under most any other circumstance, she would never do. Which spoke volumes about the situation as a whole. And how she felt about it.]

[After more than a full ten seconds of silence wondering how to phrase her problem, before she gave up and just blurted out the first question that came to mind:]

How do you get someone to admit he's being a jerk?

modernized

[Action (Batman)]

[In the Fire Sector today, there might be something seen that strikes unusual. A blur of black and red, going from rooftop to alleyway, in the sky and sprinting through the shadows. If someone catches sight it at the right time it should be clear what it is: a man in all black, with a red bat symbol on his chest.

If he stops it's only for a few short moments, as it observes it's surrounding area. But only for a few moments and nothing more, before it continues on. Whether it'll stop if called out...well that's be to seen if someone is willing to call out to it.]

[Voice (Terry)]

Hey, people living on giant turtle...ok, here goes my pride out the window so get ready. Those Kedan dregs? Didn't give me any clothes! So right now? Completely naked! Nice guys, really. I enjoyed taking a ride down turtle lane but I got to be honest it was a little chilly.

[Yeah.]

I need clothes. Anyone got some to spare? Mens size and I still have my underwear on, so there's that. I'll give you some of my, uh, juulan if you do, since I can't go buy clothes like this and all. Name's Terry by the way. Let me know if you can help. And try not to laugh too hard at my misery.

[Ok so he isn't actually naked and he's wearing the suit while covering up his window curtains (and locked said windows just in case), but all he had was the suit he came in with. He can't exactly be in it 24/7 and he doesn't want to be so this is his best plan. May as well ask the hopefully friendly people over this computer for help...even if it means he'll have to actually get naked for whoever shows up.]

[ooc: action prompt for those who wanna meet terry as batman, voice prompt for those who wanna meet him as himself!]

asoothingvoice

[It's been awhile since Bianca's made a network post, but here she is again.]

This is going to be on the long side, but I have a few announcements regarding the clinic to make, and then something regarding Thanksgiving. [If the clinic info doesn't keep people's attention, the thought of food certainly will.]

First off, the kedan are expecting winter weather and cold temperatures to hit us soon, and the Dr. Natu clinic [Even if Soranik isn't here anymore, it makes sense to keep calling it that] received vouchers for warm clothing. If you don't have the funds to purchase winter clothing like coats, especially if you're a new arrival, stop by our clinic here in Earth, [Directions to the building here, with a location ping] and pick one up.

Ours isn't the only clinic to get these vouchers, so if there's one closer to you, you don't need to make your way out here.

Second, once a week from this point onward, we're also going to be offering classes on basic first aid, what to do in case of medical emergencies, and general health classes, among others. These are open to everyone, including the kedan, and while we'll be charging for each class, it's to help fund the clinic and to pay for the supplies for the basic first aid classes. If you don't have any experience with first aid, I heavily suggest signing up, since we'll also be including a first aid kit with the first aid classes.

We'll also be having a full staff day on these same days. If you haven't had a physical or checkup recently, the full staff days would be the best time to get one, especially with cold weather approaching.

Finally, on a more personal note, since we had Halloween about a week ago, [Even if that went badly with all the disappearances going on] for a lot of us, that means that Thanksgiving is a few weeks away. I know not everyone celebrates it, and that not everyone has family or friends from where they came from here with them, but I want to invite everyone here to EA-1A for Thanksgiving dinner in three weeks if they want to join Jaime and me, and you don't have other plans.

If you decide to come, feel more than free to bring something along with you if you like for the table.

[Anyone who has CR with Jaime or Bianca would be getting a personal invite delivered in person for this by Jaime.]

[OOC:Most of the clinic information, besides the cold weather voucher bit, can be found here.

The forward dated Thanksgiving log can be found here.]

ajrimmerssc

[A jumped up, egotistical little squirt of a man appears on the video feed. He throws a salute that is best described as, erm. Lots. Yes, there's lots of saluting going on here. And then he finally snaps his fingers away from his forehead, and nods curtly at the camera from his suite in the Metal sector.]

Good evening, residents of the Turtle. I'm Acting Captain Arnold J. Rimmer, of the Jupiter Mining Corporation deep space vessel Red Dwarf. And while I'm none too keen on the whole "kidnapped to an alternate dimension" smeg, I must admit I'm not surprised I was chosen for this war. Great generals are surely lacking here, it's just an inevitability.

Although I do find it rather hard to believe that a woman's in charge of this whole operation. Tell me, who's the real brains behind the beauty, hmm? It won't do for your newest commanding officer to not know his superiors. Or his subordinates. I want names, I want ranks, I want practical experiences!

Or, failing all that, the nearest exit? I think battling a multi-dimensional entity of purest evil on the back of a giant turtle might be the tiniest bit above my pay grade. Thanks ever so.

[Another salute! This one even longer than the opening salute. And then, mercifully, the feed cuts out.]

nerdylilspidey

[It's been a day or so since Peter got set up in his suite. He's not entirely sure. He'd been exposed to total information overload when he first showed up, and he needed the time to sit and let it all process. Not that doing so allowed anything to really make sense. But still. And of course with the way his body had refused to cooperate with even the simple task of listening to someone, he'd been in desperate need of some actual rest. But when he next woke up and really felt aware of his situation, only one thought really resounded.

They told him that this was an "In-Between." But Peter wasn't fooled.

Eventually he pulls himself out of bed (with a wince) and makes his way over to the console in his suite. It doesn't take long for Peter to figure out how it works, and as soon as he's got it running, he's turning on the audio feed. He's sure he's still looking pretty beaten up and he doesn't want to alarm anyone, after all. This doesn't feel like a good time for sympathy from total strangers. And "In-Between" or no, keeping his identity a secret was second nature. When he speaks, he's trying to be slow and careful about what he says-- and at the same time, there's a nervousness in his voice along with that slight strain caused by his injuries.]

Um... Hi, everyone. I, uh-- Not to sound ungrateful to the- the people who brought me over here and explained everything, but. Uh. Just wondering if there's somewhere I can go for, y'know, fresh clothes. And.. And maybe some clean bandages...? Or ice packs... Y'know, just-- any stuff like that, that would actually be awesome to get...

[There's a brief pause, during which he can probably be heard fidgeting awkwardly.]

And I... I get that I'm-- we're all stuck here. For like, forever. But-- [He stops again, breath catching. Somebody just level with me. Seriously. Just admit that this is-- some kind of after life and that's why we can't leave.] ... Never mind.

Clean clothes would really help me out a lot, thanks.

wintershepherd

[ Jack looks slightly tired, as though he's been focusing on something for a while and is just worn out from it; in the corner of his screen he's rubbing the skin between his thumb and index fingers. But he still faces the camera with a smile and keeps his voice upbeat, lest give a bad impression on his intended audience. Baby Tooth is a jewel-toned glimmer of colour flitting around in the background. ]

So we've got some new arrivals after quite a while! I know it's a little weird to tell you "welcome" but I promise, I'm not being a jerk about it.

Pepper's not here now so, uhh... unless anyone objects I'm going to keep the welcoming committee together. Anyone who was on it before and still wants to be, or even if you've been here for a while but hadn't heard of it, it's basically what it sounds like. Helping the new people by showing them around, making sure they have everything they need. Most of us arrived missing people and items and, uh, sometimes usable clothes so... that sort of thing.

If you want to help out with it, tell me here, okay?

[ A pause, then he sobers a little. The second part is harder than the first. ]

It's not exactly coincidence since it's been going on for a bit, but there are also some other people who've left in the last few days. Merida and Hiccup are both gone, and maybe others. You can usually tell because their stuff is cleared out of their suites... if you've noticed anyone else, it's best to let others know.

[ He reaches for the button to turn off the feed, then seems to remember something else. ]

Um, if someone could make a text copy of all that, I'd really appreciate it. If I wrote all of that I'm not sure it'd be readable by the end.

[ OOC: Reminder for Jack's revised belief guidelines for existing CR and new people! Thank you~ ♥ ]

cibopath

[The pair are arguing before the camera even turns on. Colby’s annoyed, bordering on angry, but he’s containing himself somewhat.]

--for the last time, no! [And Colby turns to look at the console, and sees that it’s on. He turns back to Tony, eyes narrowed.] You little fucker.

[Tony’s a lot slicker than he appears to be, apparently, and had turned it on while Colby wasn’t paying attention. Ignoring Colby’s complaints for the moment, he turns to the camera:] As agents of the FDA, we’re expected to maintain some level of, er, decorum. [Sideways glance back at Colby.

Colby glares and gives Tony the finger.]

I understand that my fellow agent hasn’t been keeping up with that standard and has been [a jackass] causing trouble around Keeliai in the last couple months. He’s got something he’d like to say to you all.

[With a sigh, Colby runs his hand through his hair. Then, in the most deadpan, non-apologetic tone he can muster.] I’m sorry I’ve been a jackass. I’ll try harder next time. [Turns to Tony.] Happy?

[Tony says nothing and gives Colby a look, but hey-- he actually did it, at least. Good enough. He nods his approval.]

Good. Let’s move on to something more important. [Hipchecks Tony to the side and looks directly into the camera.] I need to know how to write “I wish for an unlimited supply of beets” in a variety of different languages.

Wh--

[A pause.] ...For reasons. Help a guy out.

[Dumbfounded, Tony makes a choked noise of surprise, then moves further back into the frame as he reaches to turn off the camera.]

John, what a-- [The feed cuts out mid-sentence.]

trainwrecked

[ This time, Bucky looks... a bit more composed than his previous broadcast. Not that he's feeling better, exactly, but he's recovered his determination. His drive. He wants to be done with this place, or maybe stop people from disappearing, and for all of these, he needs information. And to get information efficiently - as Una pointed out, one needs to find a way to talk to the Emperor without pissing her off. ]

[ Which Bucky definitely wasn't feeling up for, when she made her broadcast. But there would be other opportunities, he's sure, and he'd rather make ready. ]

Hey, all.

Sorry to bother you, but I was thinking... it's been brought up that the Emperor doesn't react too well to getting asked the same thing over and over again. So maybe if those who've been to audiences share what they've asked - answers entirely voluntary, obviously - that might make it easier for all of us, next time we get a chance.

What do you say? All entirely voluntary, of course.

[ Have at it. ]

ooc: Threadjackings and discussions entirely welcome.

Current Mood: determined

survival_isnt_living

[When he turns on the feed, Sep’s green eyes are thoughtful—and maybe, if you look carefully, a little tired. Still, he’s seems alert enough despite it.]

I would have waited until we got some new arrivals again to talk about this, but under the circumstances, this won't keep. For those who don’t know me, I’m Sep. I work as a healer out of WA-3A.

I didn’t get a chance to talk to Soranik directly before she left us, but there has been some discussion going around about organizing our resources and medics into a larger functioning entity, hopefully by building a proper hospital. If nothing else, we ought to coordinate our relative strengths and talents, in case someone else is best suited to treat a patient—or for triage in case of emergency. It would also provide us a good base to teach and organize less experienced field medics in case of crises like the jiangshi invasion last winter.

Information and technique exchange is part and parcel of this, although I know not all of it is applicable to all of us. It’s past time we got organized, though—especially so there’s infrastructure in place no matter who arrives or leaves.

[He relaxes the further into the post he gets, some of the tension draining from his shoulders. This is the role he’s most comfortable in: getting people organized to support each other and keep things running smoothly.]

There’ll be a meeting at my suite tomorrow. Everyone already working in a clinic should drop by for basic information exchange. If you’re a medic not currently attached to a facility and want to be, we'll get you sorted.

[Basic encryption to Bianca Reyes]
It was indicated that questions about Dr. Natu’s clinic should be directed to you, ma’am. If you’ve got a free moment, could we sit down today? I’d appreciate a basic run-down, just so I have a better understanding when talking to others who work more like you do. [He admitted a weakness, Bianca, this is a milestone.]

[[ooc: log post for the meet-and-greet is here.]]

Tu Shanshu

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