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Backdated: This rp set to occur around May 9th, one week from Tier III of Das Gift

It had take a week before, with his lung, he was cleared to be out of bed. He could breath deeply if he was deliberate and slow, and could speak without more gravel than usual distorting the sound. It was the earliest he could manage, but there was still the worry that Jeanne may have left AMA as he walked down the hall of the ICU to what the nurses indicated should be the room of the girlfriend he'd brought in.

Having to wander around in hospital scrubs was its own trail. The floors were cold, the fabric light enough that it felt like being naked in public, and he felt like all he really wanted in life was to be allowed to take an actual shower. At least they'd given him plenty of hair bands to keep the mane in a tamed braid. We will both look like hell- full of smoke inhalation and repaired organs. She probably isn't allowed showers either yet, with a puncture like that.

The nurses had weird romantic notions that he must have saved her from some marauding shadowbeast like plagued the news reports. He didn't bother to correct them, it was a better story and less trouble for them both than the truth. Reaching the room, Quenton knocked on the door frame. The front walls of the ICU were regulation floor-to-ceiling windows, and the doors always open if there was no procedure going on, but it was nice to show some courtesy. Some semblance of normalcy. "Jeanne? "

"Words be strong as walls for those who know right their use, " which was as much to say that if she wasn't up to company it was an effective deterrent to say 'go away'. It was a slow progress, careful steps and pulling over the ubiquitous single, loungish chair. The ICU seemed to favour an uncomfortable pleather for its easy of wiping off in the case of accidents on the part of patients being rehabilitated or visitors that were just unfortunate. "It looks like you're set to pull through- lucky thing with a wound like that compounded with the smoke and fire. "

"They're stepping me down to a regular room tomorrow, and then its 'occupational therapy'. Have they given you any estimates? " He looked idly around the room ( all the ICU rooms were highly standardized and consequently bland), marking if there were cards or vinyl balloons that indicated visitors. The stringent infection rules meant no flowers or candies, but the giftshop on the first floor seemed to compensate just fine. "I should still be able to visit, though, now that I'm allowed on my feet."

"They've been in, but the city-wide blackout and the excuse that I was half delirious with shock from being shot with an arrow palliated most of their questions to my vague answers. They did ask if I'd seen anything that might be helpful in tracking down the person who assaulted my 'girlfriend'"

"The nurses have also asked how long we've been dating, and assured me occasionally that you were going to pull through fine. They seem to think it was very romantic that I carried you in to the ER, both of us wounded, through all that insanity with the power outage. Its convenient enough an assumption, though I'm sorry if it causes trouble. It may be better to just go with it for now, unless you have a lover you expect to come visit you while you're here. " Which was a problem he wouldn't have. He knew where, in some sense, his lover was. "Its situations like this...Jeanne...I've had an idea for a long time. I want to try it- not a team, but a coalition between teams and independent senshi. If it already existed, there would be people we could have called to take care of excuses to family, to bring us needful things from home. Some sort of joint charity, service, and research organization. It could handle helping the wounded out, distribute needed money, food or goods, patrol for new senshi to get them connections rather than leaving them stranded and alone. In my mind I've been calling it a Black Watch. Something that helps all senshi on the side of things not directly related to war ideals. Its the war ideals that everyone disagrees on. But if that isn't a part of it, it might be a way to help everyone as well as getting them used to negotiating and working together. "

"What do you think?"

Liking girls. Well, that certainly clears a great deal up of your personal life that I hadn't asked- but apparently the girlfriend is 'Keren'. I wonder if I'll be getting punched in the face or kicked in the crotch by said 'Keren' for the implications alone. "For the sake of my further bodily recovery, I hope she understands as well."

"Next month is too soon, with injuries healing and the inevitable slowness of word of mouth. But if we can each contact as many people as we know with phones or otherwise for those without the phone system, and everyone bring their cats? The July full moon should be a good goal. There will need to be the cats at the ferries, and then we can all go to the Castle. I'll ask if phone charms can be handed out at the same time to those who don't already have them to make future ferries easier. I know some cats- Ash, *********, Faust. We'll need as many as we can manage to make it run smoothly. " Their location, a hospital, made the vagueness and coded language a necessity. Hopefully Jeanne would follow it all, and ask questions if something was unclear.

"The meeting would be to ask people if they'd be willing to set up the organization itself, start putting together funds, donations, arrange the initial tours of duty, aims and goals, and electing the directors of the pooled resources of money, people, goods and efforts. "

"Admittedly, I don't know so many sword-and-board types. And their signets are one way. Do you?"

This was trickier- there was not much code that he could put together quickly enough in his head, so Quenton opted to lean forward and whisper more intimately to the shell of her ear. Let the outside world think as they will of such closeness. It hides the truth well enough.

"You might have heard the reference as White Moon Senshi. The central rule and government of ancient unification was the monarchy and court of Earth's Moon, Luna. The ruins are still there. There's phone charms, pearls, and they glow the day before, the day of, and the day after the full moon. During that time, you can use your phone to travel to the Moon Ruins. They are...as far as I know, secure from the Negaverse or the Mirror. It is a place where a number of power-holding people could meet without the danger of ambush. " Information related, Quenton brushed his lips against her temple before leaning back to a regular seated position in the hospital lounger.

"Especially ourselves. "

He pulled a slip of paper from the single pocket on his scrubs, pressing it to her hand as he stood up. "My regular phone. In case anything comes up. "

"I'll let you get back to rest before they come in and remove me manually for upping your pulse. Rest, Jeanne. You are needed hale. "