[VI-ORP] Community Service [Camelot, Valhalla & Civilians]

[Lithiasaur]

(Feel free to join if you'd like to be helped out by two knights!)

Camelot had never been to space before, and he remembered thinking this when he got the message from Lina that there were now civilians in space. He had heard about the phenomenon, but had not yet taken a trip. Before now, he had no idea what it was like, to be on Earth one second and suddenly in space the next, on a foreign planet, far from the place he was born to protect.

Yet he didn't feel his instincts to save innocent lives lessened in the slightest, despite the distance.

Looking around, he took in the sights of the Virgo Outpost for a moment after arriving, after being teleported by the young zodiac Captain. He would have to find her again, when they weren't all so busy, so he might talk to her and let her know who he was. She deserved to know, and he wanted nothing more, now that he had seen her, then to catch up and see how she was doing.

He looked around now, though, and saw there was much else to be done. People were setting up their supplies, putting up beds, ala sleeping bags, and making a kind of camp out of what seemed to be the first floor of the outpost, as he saw stairs. He also saw many injured people milling around. Looking to his fellow Knight, Valhalla, Camelot shifted the supplies he had brought from his shoulder and began what he could to help.

"If anyone has any... uhmm... smaller wounds they might need treated? Bones set, dislocations re-located, cuts, bruises? We are at your service," hte knight of Earth called, his voice friendly and warm, as ever, and reflecting some famiiliarity with customer service.

Working at a library was a little different then this, but the basic theories of patience and calm remained.  

[Lithiasaur]

Camelot nodded his head and moved to help him, but then Valhalla darted off toward the water. He watched for a moment, wondering if he was supposed to follow, then made to pick up the table and right it, so they could get things set up reasonably. Of course, it was a bit heavy so he couldn't manage it on his own.

He was a neat man, and liked order, so he had no qualms helping clean things up, or set them up, as needed. Another habit the library had instilled in him, certainly, as, above all else, the library was a very ordered place.

Once Valhalla returned, he took one end of the table and waited for him to take the other.

"So... we seem to be in space now. Have you been... uhm... here... before? Not... here, specifically, but this... space thing. It's very nice to find I can breathe here, which is one worry off the shoulders." He laughed nervously, but it was clear he wasn't entirely joking.

Something about space made him nervous. Of course, he had spent almost forty years on earth, so that probably had something to do with it.  

[captainthennek]

Eric made his way over to the two men who seemed to at least sort of know what the heck was going on. There was a small trail of dried blood coming out of one of his ears, and he seemed to speak a little louder then neccesary to compensate for partial deafness. He spoke with a scottish accent.

"Excuse me? I uh- well I dont really have much in the way of injuries but a little bump to me noggin. Ive got two hands though, if you need help moving people."

He only now seemed to realize he still had a belt in one of his hands, clutched tight and knotted at the end as a makeshift weapon. When he did, he started undoing it, slipping it back around his waiste.

"Mostly I just... well you two seem to know something about whats going on around here. And I don't. I was just hoping maybe you could answer some of my questions..."

He got the belt back around his waist, then started absently picking at the dried blood on his neck, obviously a little stressed.  

[Lithiasaur]

Camelot smiled at the civilian that came over to help them, shaking his head.

"You should rest," he said, not realizing he might need to speak up a bit for this guy. He noticed the blood, though, and frowned, "we can give you an ice pack, if you've bumped your head? And a sleeping bag to rest on. You've been through a lot, it seems like."

He felt bad for them, and wondered what exactly was happening that dragged them into space in the first place. He was familiar, at least, with the feeling of being in over his head, getting dragged into dream worlds twice even before becoming Camelot.

Life in Destiny City, and all that.

"Well, we've been brought here to help, but we'll try and answer what questions you might have," he looked at Valhalla, knowing that they would have to be careful about information, as they didn't have much to spare but they also didn't want to go around scaring the civilians more than they already had been.

And from the looks of this one, the strain of it all had taken its toll.  

[kuropeco]

Where Leo's outpost was made up of an ornate golden building, rococo style fixtures, glittering spires, and glistening, crystal fountains, the outpost of one Virgo, Captain of the Zodiac Guard, was comprised of pristine white marble, smooth, towering columns, and many different pools and streams. It was perhaps not as elegant as Leo's, but it still held the same sort of reverence and respect towards it, the same sort of calm beauty and dignity.

Frederick St. James stared up at the columns, his hands on his hips, his eyes quickly sketching out the entire building within his mind. He was sorely wishing he had his sketchbook with him, and for a moment he thought wistfully of the little black one, sitting on his desk back in his loft.

Then he shook himself out of his inner musings, reminded himself that he was not, in fact, at home, and proceeded towards the outpost.

Fritz had been taken by Leo to the other's outpost at first, but when word had reached him that the Virgo one was the place for healing, he had abruptly switched directions and asked to be taken there instead. Not that Fritz needed much healing; other than his raging headache and a distinct lack of hearing in his left ear, he was, for the most part, unharmed.

A lucky break, thought Fritz as he stepped into the Greek looking building, his bare feet making hardly any noise on the marble floor. Or, as Professor McGonagall says it in that first Harry Potter movie - "sheer dumb luck."

Inside Virgo's outpost felt like a breath of fresh air. Fritz paused for a moment, closing his eyes briefly and inhaling deeply, the scent of water reaching his nose. After a bit, he opened them again and proceeded towards where everyone else was.

The hustle and bustle of noise met his ears as he made his way closer; voices in all sorts of ranges, from low and gentle, to loud and important, the screech of metal on marble as various cots were opened and set up, the soft thumps of towels as they were set down.

And, over to the side a ways, two men who looked as if they knew what they were doing. Or, at the very least, looked as if they were like the senshi and zodiac people that Fritz had been meeting all day so far.

"Hey," he said cheerfully (and a bit louder than normal, due to his deaf ear) to the both of them, lifting a hand in greeting before slipping it back into his pocket, rocking back on his heels as he surveyed his surroundings. "I'm Fritz; just tell me what to do, and I'll do it."

A slightly sheepish smile quirked the corners of his lips upwards. "I'm feeling a bit useless at the moment, so feel free to put me to work."  

[ZaiaFantasy]

Harmony left where she was, carted off to somewhere called the Virgo Outpost to heal. It was nice of Ian to try to help her but she needed more than ibuprofen, she thought.

She saw two men up ahead and was amazed she was still upright. Her entire side was soaked in blood. One of the knights (they were knight looking people) looked to her like something out of a medieval tale and she stumbled toward him on instinct. Something about him seemed trustworthy. If she knew it was the same Tony Darrow her mother was going on about recently she might not have been so quick to trust him. As it was all she knew was that he'd help her.

She was getting better at this whole walking thing considering the circumstances. But, she was also feeling a lot weaker. She stumbled toward him, feeling a little bad that she was interrupting him with someone else which was a sure sign she wasn't feeling like herself - the inherent selfishness was taking a holiday. But she still saw herself as a huge victim.

"Help me, please."

She looked a lot like her mother. Her hair was lighter green with darker undertones and her eyes had flecks of green in them but she looked like her drama teacher mother all the same. She kind of sank to her knees in front of him, looking exhausted and more in shock than in pain.

"If I don't treat this soon, I think I'm gonna die."  

[captainthennek]

Eric was about to respond when Harmony stumbled up. He turned quickly, reaching over to help her.

"On second thought, I think I can wait."

He said, seeing just how selfish his inquiries had been when someone was this injured.

"Help her first."  

[A Wandering Esper]

After her three days of radio silence, Hesperis had slowly picked back up on the game. First she talked on the headsets. She refused to go in detail with what happened, beside warning others to be careful of a dark skinned, brown haired woman with smoky wings. Then, slowly, she patrolled again.

She couldn't just let her bros go about and get all the fun, couldn't they ? Oh course not.

"Hiiiii guys, I bet you were thinking you were gonna do all the fun stuff withou- Ohshit." The latter was utterly when the dark-skinned girl saw Harmony, her own purple eyes wide as she all but rocketed past Camelot and Valhalla, crouching beside the girl.

"It's okay." She said, tone reassuring. "We'll help you... You're not going to die." What was wrong, through... ? She had her first-aid kit handy, through. "Can you tell us what happened ?"  

[ZaiaFantasy]

Well, help was definitely here.

"I have no idea. Bats, a frickkin space whale! I'd think this was a dream but I don't think you break your ribs out like this and die in dreams."

Maybe you did. Not in any of her dreams ever before but she was sure someone, somewhere, had a dream this seemingly random once. She was exhausted from continuing on while this hurt and the sweat she was poring out and her raging fever attested to that. Or maybe she was trying to fight off an infection. She wasn't so good with the medical stuff. It occurred to her she sounded a little frantic and crazy.

Maybe she was just a little delirious, too.

There was certainly a lot of blood soaked into her clothing and stretching from a large pool around her wound and dripping down to her shorts.

"My name is Harmony. Harmony Rosen."

And Harmony wanted nothing more than to lay back and sleep for a very long time without any pain. She couldn't move or speak without a shooting pain in her side. Everything was painful from her hair to her toes. In fact, the idea of not being in pain sounded like heaven to her. If she had to die for that to happen, maybe it wasn't so bad after all. Maybe...  

[Lithiasaur]

The page of Earth wondered the same thing, now that Valhalla had put the question out there. He really didn't know how the civilians all got in this state, or how to help them now that they were here. They were supplying food and comfort, medical help and just some good old fashioned company, but there were so many questions that even those 'in the know' must have.

How did the civilians get here? Why couldn't they leave? And for the newly arrived knights and senshi to ponder, what had attacked them? Why?

He looked over at Fritz as he approached, smiling and understanding that need to be useful. he didn't seem too hurt, but it might also have been shock.

"You're not hurt? We're here to aid you, not the other way around. But if you'd like to help us, I'm sure we can find something. There's plenty to set up. Are you very good with sorting things? We have supplies in these bags," he motioned to the ones he had brought, as well as Valhalla's, "and I'd like to get things sorted for this little station, at least."

He wasn't asking for help because he, or Valhalla, needed it, but because it seemed the civilians themselves needed it. Something to do, something to keep their mind off things, a way to rest without having to fall to sleep or deal with their jumbled thoughts.

Hearing someone begging for help, though, drew his attention. He saw her stumbling toward him and he thought for a moment it was Kyndall. Another look, though, told him it was a much younger woman he didn't know, Harmony, who seemed to be bleeding.

"Hesperis!" He was relieved to have three knights here, which was much better than two. He moved to join her at Harmony's side, "Valhalla, can you aid our friend there?" He motioned to Eric. "Any injury could be a serious one: there were pressing, obvious wounds but nothing should go untreated."

He moved with Hesperis to help Harmony to a sleeping bag, so she could lay down and they might get a better look at her wound. From the blood, he could already tell it was way over his head. But they had to at least get her stable for someone more adept to come over and help them.

Did she say Rosen?

He didn't have time to think about that at the moment, looking at Hesperis.

"I don't suppose you've been studying to be a surgeon in your free time?" He asked very quietly, while making the effort to clean Harmony's wound and make sure the bleeding stopped.  

[A Wandering Esper]

"I kind of wish I did, right now." She gave Camelot a strained smile - clearly Hesperis didn't like to see people in pain, not at all.

"Through, Virgo told me that there's healing magic in here, after she took me up. Im not sure how it works, exactly, but I believe her. So if we run into woundeds elsewhere, we should take them here." She shook her head. "So thankfully we probably won't need to, though I doubt dressing up and disinfecting wounds would be a bad thing... I can only help them heal faster."

She smiled at Harmony. "We'll take care of you. Don't worry. Whatever we can't do, Virgo's magic will."

She accepted the towel from Valhalla with a thanks - clearly answers about her absence would need to wait until they were done here. If he managed to get it out of her. Her hand brushed against the girl's skin and she frowned, moving to lay her palm on her forehead. She hadn't imagined anything - the girl was hot to the touch.

"She has a fever. You have something for that ? I got rubbing alchool in here..." After all, both knights knew Hesperis.

She had more or less turned injuring herself into an elaborate art form, and therefore knew how to disinfect open wounds, and she started to help Camelot with that. There was something off with her chest, and she couldn't help but wince a bit.

No wonder she was in so much pain ! She could recognize the way her breathing was strained and painful - Hesperis had broke a rib before.

"We might need to bind this, too... Looks like she broke a rib. Quite badly. Pretty sure I got bandages in here..."

Hesperis had complete faith in Valhalla, so Eric was more or less tuned out for the time being, since Harmony was so bad off.  

[kuropeco]

Fritz blinked at the two men he'd spoken to, his smile faltering just the slightest. He hadn't expected to be told that he couldn't do anything; or rather, that there was nothing he could do, which meant that he was just going to stand around awkwardly like a dork.

Either that, or attempt to find some sort of paper and a writing utensil so he could doodle.

"Nope, I'm not hurt," Fritz said cheerfully. Then, correcting himself with a noncommittal shrug, he added "Well, not much, anyway. I mean, I can't really hear out of my left ear and my head kinda feels like it might explode, but other than that, I'm good."

He gave them both a very cheesy (the story of Fritz's life) thumbs up, and looked around for the supplies the older guy had talked about. A girl had come in looking - to say the least - a little worse for the wear, and Fritz's brow had knitted with worry, but she had three people surrounding her in no time, all of them looking as if they knew what they were doing.

Man, and here I can't even figure out where I'm supposed to be going. Fritz rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around the crowded place for the supplies again. After a few moments he saw them - a few bags littering the ground - and ambled a little uncertainly towards them, kneeling down and beginning to unpack them.