Pandemic Roleplay

Luc raised an eyebrow, turning to cast her a quizzical look before he returned to labelling the sample. "Perhaps because I don't indulge in the sort of mindless chatter that the nurses seem to prioritise. If our staffing levels weren't already so low, I expect most of them would be unemployed by now." His statement was slightly punctured as he closed the cabinet doors, locking it carefully with a key from around his neck. He strode back to the table to tidy his supplies, brow furrowed. "You know, we can't continue like this. Not enough nurses, low supplies, napiform stents." He gritted his teeth. "I had a nurse tell me we were running low on saline the other day. It's bloody saltwater; go to the beach and collect some!"

"Let's go to that residential area I was talking about. It's a tiny little farm town. Ranches and all that. I doubt there's anyone who would attack."

If anything at all, her last remark hadn't helped him to lighten up in the slightest. "We're also going to have to consider the patients' mental health, don't we? In some ways, the 'mindless chatter' helps people come to terms with what has happened, you know, returning some sort of normality to their lives because on the outside, there's anarchy on the streets. Most buildings have been ransacked and people are still dying every day." Yuka paused, shaking her head and sighing a moment later as the doctor continued with his rant. But she had to agree, napiform stents were an issue yet most likely the least of their worries. She had almost snorted when he mentioned the saline, in the past, it might have been enough to elicit a laugh from the girl but their situation was far too dire for that. "The penicillin supplies are quickly becoming an issue too, Doctor Stanfield finished an inventory check this morning so he should have sent a copy of the report to you..."

Her comment elicited an eyeroll from the cardiothoracic surgeon. He had never liked Doctor Stanfield, with his arrogant nature and bulbous, napiform nose that always seemed to pry into the business of others. Being a somewhat secretive man, Luc had immediately identified him as a threat to his privacy. And now he was being entrusted with the inventory check? "Ah yes, I glanced over it just a few hours ago. In future, if you ever have to employ someone to deal with important hospital statistics, please make a degree in mathematics one of the necessary requirements, because apparently advanced level maths doesn't fully qualify someone to be able to count. Had I ever referred to the supply of pentazocine as 'under pressure', my superiors would have sacked me straight away. We deal with hard facts here, not sketchy figures." Luc dunked the used epuipment into a bowl of clear solution, wiping down his hands on the leg of his scrubs before sinking into his chair. He studied his bruisedforearm idly. "I remember a time when I wasn't surrounded by idiots, you know?"

"Probably little things we could use. Sewing supplies, soap, coats, other fruits... Hey, if we get lucky, we could get some matches! Or raincoats-- to patch up the holes in the roof." Viola grinned, the thoughts of supplies filling her with new vigor a she walked. Even the sun seemed a little brighter. "There's plenty of small things we could get."

"Easy. People with families. They'd pay more attention to getting supplies for kids and old people than trying to murder people in good physical condition. Old people by themselves are also a good idea. For helping them a bit they'd be sure to give us stuff."

"Ranch town," she corrected, crossing her arms. "And it's due west. Which I think..." she looked up at the sky before pointing to her left. "That way?"

Moby nodded. "Hopefully it won't take too long. It's already past noon and we still have to get back to the barn by nightfall. That's when the robbers come out." He was left wondering if they'd actually encounter any people at this ranch town. Most of him hoped they wouldn't, but he knew they needed supplies. That is, if anyone wanted to trade.