EVENT PLOT | IMMUNISATION DISTRIBUTION

[pratentious]

Who: Sigyn Hospital/Yakuzen Clinic staff, volunteers, the ill, the recovering, and everyone in between.
What: Biological Warfare Plot: Distributing the immunisation.
When: Afternoon Day 148 - Day 149
Where: All across the city.
Rating: We'll say PG-13 for illness/possible violence/possible death. Please make sure to label your threads with appropriate warnings!

[ Following the dragon's less-than-friendly visit on Day 147, the severity of the situation has elevated steadily until the virus has met every district in the city, claimed the lives of many and threatens those of everyone left behind. Even as the good people of the hospital and the clinic work to find a cure for the illness, there's nothing to stop the rise of panic and fear in the citizens as they dread the second plague to claim their city.

So when the treatment is prepared, delivering it to those in need will be no easy task. The medical staff is harshly overworked, many are still grievously ill and those reaching that point are desperate for help. For the men and women working to distribute the immunisation, their work will be difficult but it is no less necessary. These are their stories.

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Okay, ridiculousness aside, any and all plot information can be found here, the open hospital/clinic log can be found here, and here is where you'll find milestone posts one, two, and three, though responding to any of the above is not required for mingling around this post. This is an open log for the final stage of the attack, wherein people can feel free to run around like big damn heroes and save the city! Huzzah! ]

Comments

Late Evening 148

[samantha_grey]

[It was late, and there was a woman with a satchel slung over her shoulder, pushing a wheelbarrow. Whenever someone came into her visual range who needed treatment, an immunization and directions were in their hands.

She had an idiot to deal with, cart back and needed a moment to think. After research had concluded, setting up heavy production had been taking its tole. She'd crash in a few hours, but in the meantime she could add to the effort to distribute the treatment, keeping two separate for herself and Eridan.]

[volcanoes]

[Iceland doesn't look sick, though he does look like he's been running--and given how flushed he is, like he doesn't do a lot of running all over the place. He looks at the wheelbarrow and satchel before he looks at the woman properly.]

Do you have that medicine?

[samantha_grey]

[She paused the wheelbarrow and set it down. Part of her wanted to hurry. She'd already lost Arya to this damnable disease, and that was killing her. At the same time, part of her was very firm in the conviction that a certain someone had done this to himself by not coming in. She looked tired, like she'd been drawn out and was at her breaking point. However, she kept her composure as best she could and nodded, eyebrow raised.]

Showing symptoms, or are you playing hermes for somebody?

[volcanoes]

[Iceland hesitates, but only for a moment--he can't really afford to wait.]

Helping someone out. Just tell me how to give it to him and you can--do whatever you're doing.

[He glances at the wheelbarrow again and bites his tongue of any sharp comments. If Norway dies from this Iceland will never forgive himself.]

[samantha_grey]

[She reached into the satchel and pulled out a scrip of paper. The directions were simple enough. The dosage was meant to be easy enough that the brain-dead could administer it, just in case they had to be the ones that did it. Once that was there, she put three doses into his hand.]

I'm off to treat an idiot and cart him back to the hospital like the idiot he is. He needs his ego deflated a little.

One dose for you, one dose for your friend, one dose for the first sick person you find. If you get lucky and never get sick, see that someone gets dose number one. That includes the natives, got it?

[volcanoes]

[Iceland nearly protests--he opens his mouth to--but he shuts it almost as quickly, closing his hand around the medicine and reminding himself how badly he needs this. Giving away a couple of extra doses shouldn't be difficult when so many people are so sick.]

Okay. ...Is he sick enough to get in the wheelbarrow? [If he needs his ego deflated, that is.]

[samantha_grey]

He's... I'm not sure. He looked bad enough he's not going anywhere anytime soon, not on his own. He probably should get to the hospital even if he gets the cure. Don't worry too much about it. I'll deal with him.

You got what you need, though? Need anymore help?

[volcanoes]

[Iceland looks down at the medicine in his hand again, as if it might have vanished while he was talking.]

I'm okay. ...This definitely works, right? [There's a hint of desperation in his voice he's too worried to notice.]

[samantha_grey]

I helped make it. It's worked on every case so far. Just get it to your friend first. Go on, run. You can spread it around afterwards. Shoo! [She gave him a weak but supportive grin.]

[volcanoes]

[Iceland nods.] Yeah. Okay. [He moves to leave, but then pauses--his tone is awkward, one that's really not used to this sort of candidness.] ...Thanks. You helped me out so--yeah. Good luck... Um, with your friend.

[And then he's running off as quickly as he can back home.]