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✈ day one hundred and seventy one, video
[Jack looks a little stressed. Understandably. He's got a mean five o'clock shadow going on, and from the angle he's got the journal at, you can see Scott standing by the door to the infirmary, looking similarly tense and worried, but okay. They're both fine.
They're just also alone, in the infirmary, with limited weapons, resources, and access to things like morphine and anything more useful than bandages and basic antiseptic.
(Jack's made do with less, but that doesn't stop the resentment from coiling in his gut again, setting him further on edge.)]
Scott and I are in the infirmary. It's safe, but the hall outside seems pretty bad.
[Or at least, Scott had said it smelled weird, and Jack is not really in a position to be doubting his teenage werewolf warden right now.]
If anyone needs medical attention, we're here, and we can help. If you're stuck and need help, call us, and I can try to talk you through how to get up here without hurting yourself or your friends worse. If you're in your room, get first aid kits, scissors, water, food, alcohol if you don't have anything else to sterilize a wound, anything that can be made into bandages. People are going to get hurt, and I will try to save you, but I can't do that if we're not being smart.
[And then his expression twists into something that's bitter and fond, and a little less psychotically focused, because he throws this out there like he doesn't mean it, but he does. Or at least, he's starting to again.]
Live together, die alone.
[Jack lets out a breath, composes himself again, and then the same incredibly focused energy is back in place of whatever that was.]
Has anyone seen Dillon or David?
They're just also alone, in the infirmary, with limited weapons, resources, and access to things like morphine and anything more useful than bandages and basic antiseptic.
(Jack's made do with less, but that doesn't stop the resentment from coiling in his gut again, setting him further on edge.)]
Scott and I are in the infirmary. It's safe, but the hall outside seems pretty bad.
[Or at least, Scott had said it smelled weird, and Jack is not really in a position to be doubting his teenage werewolf warden right now.]
If anyone needs medical attention, we're here, and we can help. If you're stuck and need help, call us, and I can try to talk you through how to get up here without hurting yourself or your friends worse. If you're in your room, get first aid kits, scissors, water, food, alcohol if you don't have anything else to sterilize a wound, anything that can be made into bandages. People are going to get hurt, and I will try to save you, but I can't do that if we're not being smart.
[And then his expression twists into something that's bitter and fond, and a little less psychotically focused, because he throws this out there like he doesn't mean it, but he does. Or at least, he's starting to again.]
Live together, die alone.
[Jack lets out a breath, composes himself again, and then the same incredibly focused energy is back in place of whatever that was.]
Has anyone seen Dillon or David?
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My priority after security of the infirmary will be securing the dining hall as a safe position and to distribute supplies from if necessary.
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Riddick and I have been producing safe food supplies as best we can; Anya has been working to distribute them.