Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181003004317

(S9) "Overly cautious when it comes to our patients," Cosette says evenly, casting a disapproving eye at Sun-Mi. "Medical equipment isn't something that can be banged together in a garage in one's spare time---"

A rapid knock at the wooden door interrupts her. Before she or anyone else can say anything, a nurse, a young Elf intern, enters quickly, a piece of paper in her hand. Concern clouds her face.

"Dr Ibrahim?  This came from the east wall watch just now.  They saw a blink flare and sent it directly to the front desk via telegraph." She thrusts the paper at Thomas. He says nothing, but takes it, a disapproving scowl on his brow.

It lifts. His eyes grow wide, and his voice quick. "When did this come in?"

"Just now, sir."

"You're sure this isn't a mistake?"

"No mistake, sir.  I checked with the watch captain directly.  He sent it top priority."

Thomas lowers the paper, his eyes staring into nothing for a few moments. He drops the paper and dashes to the door, turning only to snap orders in an even, but very obviously rattled tone.

"Lilian, you're shift super.  Get on the 'graph and await my flare, and call in second shift to cover.  Sun-Mi, Maria, Ayesha, come with me.  Mary, have a type 4 tincture loadout ready. Cosette, Simonelle, come with us.  We might need you.  Everyone, to the rooftop."

"Thomas!! What---"  Cosette stops mid-sentence, then follows, scuttling after. Simonelle rises and dashes out behind her wordlessly.

The telegram remains face-up on the ground where it was dropped.

-START-

-SOS-

-SOS-

-SOS-

-T-

-STOP-