Unfortunately for Edmund the clinic had not been simply knocked down. The very nearness to the coast that had made it work so well for treating Mer patients meant that when the waves had come, they had knocked the structure over and stripped it away. Only the underwater treatment rooms for the Mer had survived, and even those had lost their doors and everything inside them when the surge slammed through and then sucked back out, taking all of the furnishings with it.
There were no beds, blankets, or other supplies to be found from the clinic itself.
Melita had the most success, thankfully. She found what they needed a little bit further afield, sharp eyes spying fluttering bits of cloth that they could free from the wreckage and gather to put together makeshift beds for the patients that were beginning to trickle in. Again her strength came in handy to shift aside bits of building that had fallen and otherwise pinned the fabric, preventing it from washing or blowing away before they could reach it.
Sohalia started out strong, with her spreadsheet and organizational abilities. As people started to turn up with donations of bandages and medicine, she was able to keep things easily separated and clearly labeled. But then the first Mer donations arrived, and they weren't quite as obvious or easy to categorize, and while she was dealing with them three more people showed up at once with boxes thrown together of everything in their medicine cabinets, all jumbled, and then things started to snowball, so that her system struggled to keep up.
Hadama took the task of speaking to the volunteer medics as they began to arrive, drawn to the flag that had been raised. Many were as grey about the eyes as the Tidebreaker, having worked through the night. There was still so much to do, however, that they weren't ready to give up yet. There were still lives that could be saved. He sent the ones with magic or items or experience with scalpels and internal injuries over to where Edmund and Melita were laying out the pallets. Those that had minor healing magic, knowledge of painkillers, and training in wound care were sent to the far side of the little tethered island. Those that had neither magic nor formal training, but could set a bone or stitch a gash were sent to the shore.
And none too soon. Patients started to arrive in the midst of preparations. Some struggled or hobbled towards the flag on their own. Others were brought by boat or by stretcher, carried by friends or family or strangers.
"I will help Sohalia with the supplies," Hadama called to his core of trusted helpers. "Edmund, Melita, go help the search for the wounded." Both were hunters, better suited to the task of finding and digging out than of sorting items at a frantic pace.
Round 2 was not as successful, but there's no time for do-overs.
Round 3: no posting order!
Sohalia and Hadama will continue to wrangle supplies
Melita and Edmund have been asked to go on rescue missions!*
*There will be no dice this round, unless you chose to roll them yourself. Given the potentially sensitive nature of writing a natural disaster, write to your own comfort level with the rescues and your success at them.
There were no beds, blankets, or other supplies to be found from the clinic itself.
Melita had the most success, thankfully. She found what they needed a little bit further afield, sharp eyes spying fluttering bits of cloth that they could free from the wreckage and gather to put together makeshift beds for the patients that were beginning to trickle in. Again her strength came in handy to shift aside bits of building that had fallen and otherwise pinned the fabric, preventing it from washing or blowing away before they could reach it.
Hadama took the task of speaking to the volunteer medics as they began to arrive, drawn to the flag that had been raised. Many were as grey about the eyes as the Tidebreaker, having worked through the night. There was still so much to do, however, that they weren't ready to give up yet. There were still lives that could be saved. He sent the ones with magic or items or experience with scalpels and internal injuries over to where Edmund and Melita were laying out the pallets. Those that had minor healing magic, knowledge of painkillers, and training in wound care were sent to the far side of the little tethered island. Those that had neither magic nor formal training, but could set a bone or stitch a gash were sent to the shore.
And none too soon. Patients started to arrive in the midst of preparations. Some struggled or hobbled towards the flag on their own. Others were brought by boat or by stretcher, carried by friends or family or strangers.
"I will help Sohalia with the supplies," Hadama called to his core of trusted helpers. "Edmund, Melita, go help the search for the wounded." Both were hunters, better suited to the task of finding and digging out than of sorting items at a frantic pace.
Round 2 was not as successful, but there's no time for do-overs.
Round 3: no posting order!
Sohalia and Hadama will continue to wrangle supplies
Melita and Edmund have been asked to go on rescue missions!*
*There will be no dice this round, unless you chose to roll them yourself. Given the potentially sensitive nature of writing a natural disaster, write to your own comfort level with the rescues and your success at them.
