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!event: snow weekend

Gym, afternoon

The reports coming in from her clone troopers were worrying to say the least. Tex scanned around the gym seeing no one in charge and cursed. Who the hell was in charge at this school? Even Church was better at organising things. Changing the channel to communication systems, she finally found the right wavelength and the P.A. crackled to life.

"... stupid useless... Alright, that's better. Okay, listen up you anklebiters. Town's under attack by some sort of... I can't believe I'm fucking saying this... snow monsters. They got tentacles and you can shoot them but they'll kinda just reform a while later. Yeah, this should be fun. I suggest you all get some weapons and defend yourself. And if I see anyone of you adolescent fucktards heading into town to get in my troopers way I'll rip out your skull."

She turned off the communications and looked around her.

"Right, now what kind of firepower do you guys have here? You better not all be like that Canadian dictionary loving pacifist."

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"Bastardo, una dispettosa, una schifosa, merda, god. Damn. It." The room was doing a focus-in, focus-out effect that Parker really could have lived without as Cally carefully helped her sit down on one of the cots in the medical area. "Jesus."

Lee followed Parker into the medical-looking section, still carrying Molly in his arms.

"What happened? Where was she injured?" Susan asked, hurrying over to the young man carrying an even younger girl who looked completely unconscious.

"This is Molly Hayes," Lee says, carefully lying her down on a cot. "She's... been hurt, I think. Unconscious, I'm not sure. I think she's an alien. She's cold, though," he says worried. "And Parker's ankle was grabbed by a snow monster. Cally's probably in need of a long sit and cup of tea."

"How are you doing, Lee?" asked Janet, looking him over.

"Did you see her get injured?" Susan asked, examining the younger girl, and taking her pulse. "She doesn't actually seem to be bleeding, and her pulse rate is steady," she added, sounding puzzled.

"No, Logan told me what happened. I'd keep her warm, I guess?" Lee suggests.

Turning to Janet he says, "Just guilty for leaving my friends behind. What I can do here?"

"Help anyone who's wounded and sort them by how severe their wound is. Send anyone who needs immediate treatment to one of us right away." Janet gave Lee a sympathetic look. "And go let someone know that we have people out there. Maybe that woman in charge of all the troopers."

"Got it," he says curtly. "Thanks."

Susan finished examining Molly, then flicked off her light. "Bruising and a small contusion on the back of her head, but otherwise she appears all right. I'm turning her on her side, just in case she wakes and vomits, but we can't do anything more complex until later." She rubbed her eyes and whispered, "Damn," under her breath.

Noting things seem to be well in hand with the new arrivals, Zhaan hurriedly grabbed the nearest NPCwaiter, and handed him the case of tea. "We'll need stimulants. This, coffee, anything you have to brew. Hot cocoa as well. It's going to be cold, and we'll need warmth to think properly." She glanced at the chaos beginning. "And soup or stew. Something that will be eaten quickly."

The waiter looked a little non-plussed, but took the case and headed off to do her bidding.

Jarod ran over to Parker and Cally. "Parker? What the hell happened?"

"Hey," Parker said, sounding subdued and a little fuzzy. "I'm not talking to you." She didn't get up, though, and the blood on her left temple had caked and frozen over her ear.

He tried to fight down his fear when he saw the blood on her temple. "Okay, don't talk. Just keep your eyes open." He looked into Parker's eyes, then glanced over at Cally. "Did you see what happened? And are you injured at all?"

"She got pulled off her feet by a tentacle," Cally said, twisting her hands together. "And she knocked her head on th ground. Then we had to walk back, and her ankle hurt."

"I can *talk*," Parker snapped, batting at Jarod's hand. "I just don't ... want to." She closed her eyes, and grimaced. "Head hurts more than the ankle."

Jarod nodded as he listened to Cally, suspecting that Parker probably had a concussion. "Anyone here have a penlight I could borrow?"

"Well, tough." He held her chin still. "Did you lose consciousness? Is your vision doubled?" He put two fingers up. "How many?"

She blinked at him and blurted, "Three. No, two." Then she glared. "I want a real doctor, damnit." Parker started to get up, then fell back with a gasp when she put weight on her foot.

"Sit. Down." He put his hand on her shoulder to hold her in place. "You're not going anywhere and you know I can do the job. So shut up and sit still."

"I really hate you," she muttered, then closed her eyes as the room did the dip-and-swerve again. She was finally starting to warm up, but it was in flash increments that increased her nausea. "My ankle's not broken. It's just-- I don't know. Please don't cut the boot off. I lose more boots this way...."

"I heard you asking for a penlight," said Janet, pulling out a spare from her med kit. She'd ask Jarod later about his medical capabilities, and watch at first to make sure he knew what he was doing. "She broke an ankle on Zombie Weekend. I swear, Parker, is this going to be a theme with you?"

"Nausea? Blurred vision?" she asked, of either Jarod or Parker.

"Mmm," Parker muttered, then glared at Janet until it made her head hurt (about a whole two seconds). "At least it's the other foot. Make him save the boot. I don't trust him to take my Prada seriously."

"I don't know about nausea, but she's definitely seeing double and she flunked the finger test," Jarod reported, reaching down for Parker's foot. "And I believe that your foot is more valuable than Prada, Parker. Fight me for it later."

"Bill the school for a replacement," said Janet. "Or whatever brought the snow monsters."

Susan had been observing this with some concern. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" she interrupted, coming over and watching the injured young woman making faces and the young man trying to treat her. "Are you one of our student aides? I'm Dr. Pevensie."

"Jarod. No, I'm not a student, but I've had medical training."

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