This one is stupid excited to get to actively use her skills without someone needing to be saved from death, so Court is in a wonderfully bouncy mood today. She's sans sling and is rather certain it's for good at this point unless she somehow reinjures herself which is always possible
Thinks herself a damn good stick and is willing to make this competitive over who can use a not-baby gauge needle to hurt the least (even though this is completely subjective unless someone truly wants to get stuck twice to settle this, lol)
Niko is here, he's a normal (for him) amount of sleep-deprived, and he's happy to be doing something where life isn't hanging in the balance. He's great at doing blood draws, and his usual schtick is to distract people with jokes or yapping so that they don't notice when the needles go in.
He also donates blood and only gets a little woozy. He doesn't faint but he probably shouldn't be poking anyone else for a few minutes. and this happens.
EDIT: I guess I lied.
Edited (i swear i can html) 2024-12-12 22:56 (UTC)
Reggie is in her ELEMENT today. God she loves to organize shit and then stomp around with a clipboard, looking all official as she checks schedules and then checks on patients and then checks on the snacks and then circles back around to schedule.
As a universal donor and mentally unwell responder, Reggie donates blood regularly and gets kind of competitive about how fast she can go, but she'll at least wait until the end of the day to drain herself of the life fluid.
Nat is there and in very (O) positive spirits. She loves to be helpful and give blood and used to compete with herself to see how fast she could pump it out any time she went to donate before (obviously this is extremely ill advised). She will be trying to beat her 6 minute record and likely eat as close to her weight in pancakes as would be polite and not abusing pancake resources for others.
She gets a little woozy, but nothing pancakes can't solve.
Mud is here for the food. But if he has to get his blood taken out to get it then so fuckin' be it. You probably don't want it, but he'll be a cheap as fuck date later if you do.
(Arlo makes sure one of his pancake breaks is spent drawing blood so he can be in the room when they wash Mud's arm, he wants to see if the guy melts.)
Totally forgot the blood drive was occurring and was bringing over some smoked meat to Prescott when Quaid got caught up in the, ahem, festivities.
He isn't a fan of needles and doesn't want to outwardly admit he's a grown ass man with such a childish aversion, so if someone were to railroad him with "hey are you here to give blood!?" he would swallow his fears and solemnly state yes. And then promptly almost faint, afterwards, because obviously still preferable to admitting you're icked out by needles.
Arlo loves community shit. Arlo loves to Contribute. Arlo loves to cook for loads of people.
He's on the first shift of poking y'all with needles—distracting nervous nellies with stories about the stupidest ways he injured himself growing up in a junkyard—so he can move over to the pancakes, which get more creative in shape as the day wears on (18). Would you like a horse? A house? A car? A wrench? A bomb? An orange? Whatever he makes you, he's doing it in an apron fashioned from hi-vis vests and a blaze orange t-shirt that's two sizes too small.
He's among the last to donate his stupid uncommon blood type, gives the bag a secondary label (PROBABLY FOR ARLO), and falls asleep at the kitchen table 1 minute and 14 seconds after swearing he's 'just resting his eyes.'
Carter is here! She can drag as many of the container fort as need excuses to be here in her little car. She didn’t exactly frequent blood drives in the past world, but did go to a few to give away her universally accepted blood. So she doesn’t really mind it, nor place a lot of pride in the process. It’s blood. She does, while Reggie is super busy yelling at everyone with a clipboard, simply place a stolen far side mug into the sink to be washed like maybe it was never gone at all.
Blythe likes charity, and he loooooves an excuse to come to Prescott, so of course he'll give blood!! So what if seeing the blood coming out of his veins makes him feel a little nauseous and actually if he looks at the other people around him he feels even worse. This is... not his scene. Someone lead him to the pancake zone please, he needs wrench-shaped sustenance to recover.
Unlike Reggie's "what hearts these are just two blood drops beside each other what're you TALKIN' about???", Blythe's pancakes are mostly heart-shaped.
Gideon is no longer a great blood donor candidate on account of his tangle with the zombie cougar, and he still has the scars as proof. That's not going to stop him from being overly involved, though. He's bossing people around and organizing anything and anyone that stays near him for too long.
Smart enough not to source cats when he doesn't have a housing solution for them yet—but only just—Gideon's pancakes look like cats, because Arlo's got to start buttering him up somehow.
Well... they have legs. At least three! And either a tail or a– actually, don't look too long at that, maybe just... eat it... fast.
There’s something kind of romantic about giving blood, and Evening is here for it. She’s just not very good at it. She tries to be all hot and vampiric victim about this but ends up just actually feeling miserable and staring up at the ceiling after she is done donating for like five minutes. It’s fine give her a sec to maintain an ethereal visage.
Edgar urges the whole theater troupe to give blood, on account of Prescott being there for them after the feral bear attack. He's... mostly successful. (Thank you, Blythe, Evening, Odyssey and Bo for not being dicks.) Edgar intends to be charming and helpful and visibly selfless, but nearly passes out when he gets up too fast after his donation. Just... hold on, he'll drive you all home after an hour. (He actually ends up napping for three hours, which he honestly needed after weeks of sleeping in an increasingly freezing car.)
When Edgar wakes up, he'll find the XXL Patagonia fleece that Niko found Arlo in Danforth tossed over him like an improvised blanket. (Or on the floor if he's a restless sleeper, whatever, Arlo's not here to police shit.)
Ares is here and acting as sort of a gofer/ assistant to Reggie today. He doesn't actually give blood because of his former promise that Reggie could just like, have it, whenever the paramedics needed. He's a little conscious that blood has an expiration date and maybe it would be best for him to save his til a little later. Or maybe he just gets regularly drained. Not sure. Anyway he's here to push people to drink water and eat pancakes!
Beau is flitting around today, hoping to be a useful assistant to whoever needs an extra hand. She doesn't donate blood herself—they're getting Carter's already, it's the same stuff—but stays late to help tidy up, especially once all of the Prescott responders have given up their pints and are recovering. (If enough of Prescott is out of commission, does that mean she gets to give orders? 😈) She'll collect any Container Fort stragglers at the end of the day and make sure they get home safe.
Carter can be seen from time to time watching Beau in her new element, and she smiles a little smile that might be mistaken for pride. Also she considers donating a second pint of blood as her sister for clout, but then remembers she has to work more after this.
He has no clue what his own blood type is. Red? Maybe a vowel? (Both the medical and the history portions of his medical history are really thin.) You can have some, though. For whatever. He isn't particularly bothered by needles and is absolutely the sort of person who watches closely when people put needles into him.
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VIBES
VIBES: Court
unless she somehow reinjures herself which is always possibleThinks herself a damn good stick and is willing to make this competitive over who can use a not-baby gauge needle to hurt the least (even though this is completely subjective unless someone truly wants to get stuck twice to settle this, lol)
Re: VIBES: Court
Re: VIBES: Court
VIBES: Niko
He also donates blood
and only gets a little woozy. He doesn't faint but he probably shouldn't be poking anyone else for a few minutes.and this happens.EDIT: I guess I lied.
VIBES: Reggie
As a universal donor and mentally unwell responder, Reggie donates blood regularly and gets kind of competitive about how fast she can go, but she'll at least wait until the end of the day to drain herself of the life fluid.
Re: VIBES: Reggie
VIBES : Nat
She gets a little woozy, but nothing pancakes can't solve.
VIBES: Mud
Re: VIBES: Mud
VIBES: Quaid
He isn't a fan of needles and doesn't want to outwardly admit he's a grown ass man with such a childish aversion, so if someone were to railroad him with "hey are you here to give blood!?" he would swallow his fears and solemnly state yes. And then promptly almost faint, afterwards, because obviously still preferable to admitting you're icked out by needles.
VIBES: Arlo
He's on the first shift of poking y'all with needles—distracting nervous nellies with stories about the stupidest ways he injured himself growing up in a junkyard—so he can move over to the pancakes, which get more creative in shape as the day wears on (18). Would you like a horse? A house? A car? A wrench? A bomb? An orange? Whatever he makes you, he's doing it in an apron fashioned from hi-vis vests and a blaze orange t-shirt that's two sizes too small.
He's among the last to donate his stupid uncommon blood type, gives the bag a secondary label (PROBABLY FOR ARLO), and falls asleep at the kitchen table 1 minute and 14 seconds after swearing he's 'just resting his eyes.'
VIBES: Carter
VIBES: Blythe
Re: VIBES: Blythe
VIBES: Gideon
Re: VIBES: Gideon
Well... they have legs. At least three! And either a tail or a– actually, don't look too long at that, maybe just... eat it... fast.
VIBES: Evening
VIBES: Edgar
Re: VIBES: Edgar
VIBES: Ares
VIBES: Beau
VIBES: Beau
VIBES: Bunny
He has no clue what his own blood type is. Red? Maybe a vowel? (Both the medical and the history portions of his medical history are really thin.) You can have some, though. For whatever. He isn't particularly bothered by needles and is absolutely the sort of person who watches closely when people put needles into him.