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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 10, 2012 19:07:58 GMT -8
403's clinic was once Zaitun, a Tom Douglas Asian-fusion style restaurant. Now it has been stripped of it's kitchen-y goodness, and left bare and relatively clean. The windows are papered over with newsprint, and the kitchen has become the clinic. The main restaurant area will potentially function as a future sickhouse with beds for patients, though now it is devoid of furniture other than a row of pushed together wooden tables and some extra leather chairs.
From here you can go to: Stairwell South
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 15, 2012 3:21:57 GMT -8
Dr. Victor perused the ample space, grimacing at the odor that still lingered. He was thankful he still had his flashlight, but worried about the duration of battery life left within it. Turning to his two compatriots, the good doctor shrugged his shoulders. "I'm open to suggestions. Well, I'm open to good suggestions. One of my thoughts is to see what is mobile and immobile in the kitchen. It should be easy enough to move some of the heavier stainless steel appliances to the entrance. Most of the tables will have to be used as window blockers, I suppose, however. The swinging doors to the kitchen could be taken down... for something. Maybe we can get something akin to hammer and nails?" Tyrone gave the doctor the classic blank stare. "Y'know we ain't got time for all that. Why don' we jus' sweep up th' place?" The doctor frowned and shook his head. "As much as I would LOVE for things to be as easy as what Mary Poppins- oh crap, forget I even tried to make a reference." The doctor plopped down in one of the leather chairs, looking at the wreckage. He had seen a torn restaurant once before, on their first escape. Spilled food, especially cheap food, left a particular odor in the air. The fryers would still hold grease; at least any salvaged food would be disposed of. "I would like to keep the freezer in any event. When we get medications, some of them need to be kept at specific temperatures. But some, the pharmacist just tells the patient that because it keeps the taste from changing too much." Abdul tilted his head to the side, appraising Dr. Victor. "Are you sure you are ready to do this? I want to make sure you are okay. I heard your earlier conversation with the blonde couple you came in. And the way you spoke at the alley-" Tyrone pulled out a small pen cap, sticking it in his mouth. "That's jus' what th' doc sounds like. Somethin' like Dr. Qui-" "That's all right, Mr. Page. No need to worry the man any further. Let's just get some of this straightened up and look at what we got." The doctor, the guard, and the third man began shuffling around the furniture, machines and other odds and ends of housewares. Wondering if there is anything still useful in the kitchen that may have been overlooked; knives, metal rods, cast iron skillets, candles, ice machine (ice probably melted, but water is a plus), Soda canisters, pressurized CO2 canisters, additional first aid kits, defibrulator units, bottled water, bleach, soap, ammonia, any foodstuffs not plundered (rice is GREAT, dried noodles etc), mousetraps with poisons (blood thinner if necessary), fire extinguishers (the doc's best friend), charcoal (purifies water), soju/sake (not for drinking but as an antiseptic), linen napkins and tablecloths for wounds and bandages[/b]
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 15, 2012 3:35:29 GMT -8
Tyrone- "You'll get a nice waitin' room at least. Nice chairs..." Tyrone poked the fat leather seat of a chair at the perimeter. Abdul-Rahman- "I wonder how we'll get the medical supplies you require, doctor? Surely these first aid kits and the contents of medicine cabinets will not be enough."
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 15, 2012 3:43:30 GMT -8
The good doctor let out a sigh, followed by a shrug, followed by a sly grin. "Abdul, I appreciate the sentiment. I truly do. I can whip up some things just out of common household cleaners, to be honest. But, more importantly, I want to get to the hospital Davin told me about around the way here. See, I have this magic little card!" Dr. Victor pulled out his medical pass, tapping the small raised square in the corner. "Microchip. Even with the power out, this door pass will work on just about everything; it still can demagnetize many doors. And the hospital has probably some decent security still active somewhere... so I can get the drugs from the dispensary and possibly from something called a 'pyxis.' In any event, I feel this will be best accomplished in-" The doctor let out a grunt trying to move one of the leather seats. "Uhn, well in any case, I think we can talk to Seth about the dangers and risks involved in trying to penetrate a hospital. You know, we are the first point of contact in many disaster scenarios. In all likelihood, the hospital makes outside look like a deserted town. Baring death rising for no reason, it has all the bodies and victims... think of it as ground zero for many epidemics. But never you fear, I'm sure there won't be a volunteer for this mission. And I'd prefer it if the group who went with me into that hell hole knew the risks... to hell with 'saving' anybody. Be my luck there'd be some 89 year old granny stuck in bed. And I don't want to remind everyone what happened with the nursing home patients in Katrina, hmm?" The doctor took a quick sitting break in the leather seat. "Mr. Page, I believe this will be MY chair. And the other one can go to my room as I document patients. If Micah would like one, he can have one too. IF he gets around to asking- Bah, I ramble on."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 15, 2012 4:09:03 GMT -8
The men dug around through the restaurant, which was hastily ransacked. The light filtered through brown paper and cast the place in a murky brown shade. Indeed there was a kitchen worth of utensils, sharp knives and all. The fridge was bare save for some scant greenery and mystery bottles of sauces. The sink was filled up with water, like the other rooms in 403, and the ice machine was indeed full of water. The kitchen had one of the stock blue first aid kits that the Doctor was well familiar with, this one especially full of burn gel. Tyrone found in the bathroom lots of toilet paper, some soap, cleaning products including ammonia and a couple metal handed mops that could be used as weapons if the heads were broken off. Abdul found a supply closet full of folded tablecloths, napkins, cutlery, gas powered lighters and table candles. In the kitchen beneath the hideously dirty grill were a couple bags of charcoal, and a container of lighter fluid. The alcohol seemed to have been plundered, but there were plenty of dishes, a fire extinguisher, (also one on every floor of 403!), and boxes of paper towels and tissues.
Additionally found were some nice silk flowers, white aprons, some forgotten coats, potted palm trees, lighting fixtures that could potentially be converted to hold torches, countless leather stools and chairs, someone's wallet and iphone left at a table, and streaks of blood and dirty footprints through the lobby.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 15, 2012 4:31:11 GMT -8
"All right gentlemen. Let use see if we can make these supplies appear upstairs. We'll take the possible weapons up, the candles, the charcoal and lighter fluid. We can also bring up the phone for the communication people. I'll carry the phone. And some aprons. And the silk flowers. I'm sure you boys can gather the that up. Oh, leave some cooking sheers to cut the linens with just in case. Maybe nick a few for the dinning floor? OH! And make sure Micah and the other girl don't go using the charcoal for cooking! It serves as a great water filtration aid. We'll need it for that above all else. Shame on the alcohol, though... and mouse traps. But, better safe to use real drugs instead of jury rigging them from rat poison, eh?" The doctor struggled, wanting to just trudged upstairs; instead he lifted his head, giving a last once-over to the space. "Maybe we should leave one of the mops down here to clean with, in case of emergencies. I doubt people would like the idea of collecting urine to sanitize the floor, but water certainly won't do. Bah, what people don't know about chemistry, math, and science would kill them."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 15, 2012 4:46:52 GMT -8
Abdul- "OK, we did this thing, but we have more yet to do. What did I say I felt the first order of business should be? It is not secure enough. Let's come up with a more permanent seal to the doors."
Tyrone- "I don' feel like the stair again yet, doc. Maybe we help with Abdulla's thing for a bit."
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 15, 2012 13:09:39 GMT -8
The good doctor held back rolling his eyes by leaning his head back in the comfortable chair. "Right... keeping out the bad. Well, let's think. What's the heaviest things in a restaurant? The kitchen equipment. Baring any REAL strong people, I guess we can see if some of that crap actually moves. I think I saw some wheels on some things. I just don't want to make a lot of racket... so if it is wedged, its wedged. "Otherwise, I suppose we could use the swinging doors to the kitchen and even the bathroom stall doors to reinforce the walls and windows. Why don't we get started with that? It will give us a thicker wall, in any event. And most of those things are less labor intensive than moving heavy stainless steel cooking equipment. I'm sure there is a toolbox somewhere around this dump-er in the closet with linens and such. "The saddest thing, in that horrible store called 'Fireworks' I actually saw this little flashlight that was shaped like a panda bear. It had a small latch on the side where one could pop out a small squeeze crank to charge the power inside; I think its based on those shake light thingies or what have you, only with a spinning crank. I dismissed it because it annoyed me greatly. Now, I only wish I had bought it. Not to rehash the past, but do you two gentlemen regret any last-minute things?" The doctor began setting his initial thoughts into motion, examining the door hinges at the various locations for easy of removal. Abdul-Rahman- "Perhaps I shouldn't have been so eager to help these particular people. I can see my skills are not appreciated. Perhaps that will change."
Tyrone- "Ha. That's pretty bitchy man. Um.... I regret I don't carry a lifetime supply of cig'rettes with me everywhere."
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 15, 2012 16:16:16 GMT -8
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the doctor grunted, lifting the final door off the hinges in the stalls. Setting the doors down, he turned to look at the entrance. "I guess we can take turns watching each other. I'd feel safe with bigger, stronger people, but they want to defend the 'humanz' entrance. If we move some of the tables out, then put the doors first, we can use less tables to block the entrance. I still want to see if- is it hotter in here?" The doctor slumped into the comfy chair with the grace of a pageant queen, leg crossing one of the other, elbows resting on the arms. "Well, as I said, we should see if the stoves, refrigerators, or what-have-you, to reinforce the doors. We might be able to con-convince the other guys to move something around where the entrance was as well." Leaning forward a minute, the doctor cast a sideways glance at his two workers. "I think I'm going to catch my breath for a moment. Puzzle some things out, a little bit."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 15, 2012 19:06:31 GMT -8
Tyrone- "See? Imagine gon' up those star fifty thousn' times, runnin' half across the city. No fun. Anyway, I think we good enough to just stack all this shit out hura in front a'the door. We come back later and nail it up proper." Abdul wiped sweat from his brow, and sighed deeply. "As much as I feel these defenses are inadequate, I am nearly ready to admit defeat."
Tyrone- "Yeah we just push every chair n'table in front there, and calls shit done. There's that door to the lobby to worry about too, though I hate to admit it. That Snake says they broke up the doors 'round here so they don't open, stacked shit outside too."
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 15, 2012 20:27:14 GMT -8
The doctor groaned, kicking some errant broken plate, the food contents causing him to skid a bit. Not even the sound of the plate shattering against the wall seemed to ease the tension between his shoulders; the pressure felt like it would snap like a cable on a bridge. "This is NOT part of the current situation. I just want to get this SHITHOLE of a restaurant in working conditions for all the mamby-pamby whiny bleeding girls who will undoubtedly show up to mooch off of the dwindling supplies." Dr. Victor balled his fist, his arm trembling as e gripped onto the flashlight. "Look. We can just clean this up... THIS space. Then, if the great sympathizer wants to reinforce the other areas better, he can do that. I just want to make sure this area is safe. If we try and fix everything on the ground floor right now, we might as well just not do anything else." Pacing, the doctor grumbled loudly to himself, still staring at the horrid wooden paneling and tacky nouveau decor. "We'll get you the BEST place to set up. I'll give you first pick of the rooms. I'll give you everything. I don't care HOW much he looks like Asthon Kutcher, he's nothing more than some dumbed down yes man who still dreams like he's twelve! Marie's pulling his strings, don't you worry about that. And I'll-" The doctor brought himself back to the current conversation. "Sorry. I'm used to dealing with people who are unconscious. I'll just get to cleaning up that little mess. Unless anyone else has anything they want to say?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 15, 2012 21:10:09 GMT -8
Tyrone- "Oh doc. Don't worry 'bout a problem 'till it happens. Pretty obvious being prepared ain't for nothin' now. Maybe get a drink a'water..."
Abdul-Rahman- "Now that's a ridiculous thing to say, we need preparation more now than ever!"
Tyrone- "Best laid plans man..."
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 15, 2012 21:30:25 GMT -8
The doctor sneered and whipped himself around, grasping onto the nice leather chair with his free hand. He tossed it down and kicked it towards the pile of haphazardly stacked tables and doors. The resounding thunk seemed to reverberate through the nearly empty room. Somewhere, the sound of silverware clattered onto a plinko-like tableau of legs and furniture. He made sure his voice projected though his back was turned to the pair. "I don't need to be killed in my sleep. And I certainly don't need to be lectured on how to 'take life easy' because I certainly wish I had before everything dropped into this handbasket headed to hell. No. We will get this place sound and secure NOW before we go and rest. We don't even have places to sleep and you just want to chill out, Mr. Page?" Dr. Victor turned, his latex-covered finger extended in the direction of the long haired man. His jaw popped, his mouth opening to continue on his tirade as he began to slowly move back towards them "And if I hear you blabber on about how 'insecure' or 'not secure' or 'preparation h' again without providing any sound advice, you'll be put into the useless category. I don't want to hear people speaking out of fear. I want results. And I want answers to this apparent 'god-like strategy' you possess. And NOW." The strides Dr. Victor took to approach Abdul were far more steady than his words; if his pace could truly be measured, it was as if the doctor was promenading on stage during a Shakespearean monologue. He kept his distance, knowing the full effect of his extended finger would be felt from three feet just as if it had been pressed against the other man's chest.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 15, 2012 21:39:13 GMT -8
Tyrone just made a small click noise with his tongue and sighed. Tyrone- Whatever you say, doc.
Abdul-Rahman- "Sir, have some respect. Obviously, one cannot instantly predict every contingency on the spur of the moment. I merely promote myself because I have the ability to maintain clarity of thought during stressful situations, and clearly many others do not."
Tyrone chuckled somewhere, as he cleaned.
Abdul-Rahman- "First, I would have this building as secure as possible at the ground level. Next, go through all our resources and make sure adequate resource are set aside for a journey if one needs to be undertaken immediately. --and with the number of people we have, it would be possible to pursue other strategic avenues at the same time. Such as scouting the neighborhood from the rooftop, scanning the radio frequencies for any possible communication happening outside of the preset channel it's on now. Though I suppose, I should be happy to mop floors for you?"
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 15, 2012 22:00:10 GMT -8
The doctor waved his hand at Abdul, he frustration manifesting physically. He turned to move towards the various exits. "Not what I said, Abdul... but your snark is not lost on me. If I have to spell it out for you in clear and concise words, I will. I want to make this restaurant, and this floor, secure. What am I supposed to do? Do you have input on what will make this area more structurally sound? Do you know what types of angles or joints or whatever we should prop the bracing points at? Do you know what materials we will require and do we have any immediately at our disposal? "Now, it is time for you to listen to my snarky comments, since apparently that is what we have time to do. Have you studied architecture or are you simply good at playing RPG sandbox games where one man builds a house to stop an army? I'm a medical doctor. MEDICAL. Which means I can save you from getting tetanus or dying from some obscure or even common disease. I can keep you alive even when your heart stops- wait, so can Mary. But I digress. I cannot pass for a building contractor or construction genius. I barely can fix a toilet to keep it from running. So, again, I'll ask you again, what can we do right now to make this restaurant more protected? We can get the rest of the floor as needed." The doctor moved to the mop himself, picking it up. "And until you need my vast brilliance in placing a band-aid on your boo boo, I'll be cleaning up two day old sushi off the floor."
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