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Medlab Shuffle
Dramatis Personae Ivan, Shelby, Peter, Jackson	2013-04-04 LAST ONE IN THE MEDLAB'S A ROTTEN EGG.
Location <XS> Medical Lab
Peter is in the med-lab. With Ivan. Currently, the curtain is drawn a bit back; Peter is thumb-ticking away on his phone, texting (OR SEXTING), even while he chatters away at Ivan about the events previous from the Danger Room: "...then I told him, 'yes Professor Logan sir, hobbits are /fierce/ warriors, in fact /you/ are probably a hobbit' and no one can tell him because he actually /bought/ it." Tap, tap, tap. He's not even looking at Ivan as he speaks! With the curtain back, it's easy to see the entrance. The doors whoosh open and a veritable herd of teenagers come in. Shelby is in the lead, due to her seniority as Eldest Teenager, but behind her there are two boys and two girls of varying ages. None of them look particularly happy...okay, well, Max looks a /little/ happy but she's already developed a reputation for being a little shit, so that's likely not a good sign. The other three look around with different levels of apprehension while Shelby /takes the lead/. "HEY!" she hollers, because nothing makes medical people come running faster, amirite? "We need some medical help up in here!" Ivan's snuck out some time today to fetch some clothes, still in bed on top of his blankets, but wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans. He's been listening, but really- he's mostly been reading, halfway through the book Peter 'gave' him the day before. Peter has a way of going on and on and, well, Ivan's decided to handle his dorm buddy's rambles as an exercise in multitasking. He's doing pretty well! But-- a third thing happening might be too much to handle, and the bugboy lowers the book pretty much immediately after the doors open. 'What happened' might as well be written on his face with the look of confusion that he offers, but he stays decidedly put, glancing to Peter instead. EXPECTEDLY. Go help. "And then--oh hey Shelby--he said--" Peter stops, head flicking between his phone, Ivan, Shelby, and the other students -- and then he's on his feet, springing up and /jumping/ over Ivan, landing with a thump in front of Shelby, eyebrows pinched together -- hands up: "What's going on -- is somebody hurt? Dr. McCoy's, he's--" Peter's other hand -- still holding the phone -- is already /dialing/ away, clearing out the chat file and instead punching McCoy's phone number. "--off doing something I dunno but he's on campus I know--" As is to be expected when Peter SUDDENLY APPEARS, Shelby startles. Then she scowls and swats at him. Without force, thankfully, because she is somewhat distracted. The other kids are waved forward, one of the girls pushing the other's wheelchair ahead towards an empty bed, the boys ambling towards beds of their own. "No one's hurt /yet/ but it's about to get ugly in here. Rasa still chipped? Hive's dropping his links with everyone, it's...sec..." She puts the boys on hold by lifting a finger, gaze going unfocused and lips moving silently. << Got 'em in the medbay. Man, I'm gonna miss this shit. >> A few seconds after that, the youngest of the boys makes a choked and garbled sound, flopping facefirst towards the bed instead of back onto it. Ivan plants his hands down onto his mattress and slides off the side a little awkwardly, wincing as he does so. People are going to get hurt? Rasa-- chipped-- Hive and links and... "I don't understand." He states, clear as day, standing on bare feet next to his bed as his attention shifts from one person to the next. "Maybe-- help?" Eloquent, Ivan. He's off already though, one hand pressed to his injured side as he stumbles off and toward the exit, to go and obediently fetch someone who is not a currently hurt and very confused teenager. "What the /hell/," Peter says, and then he's hopping to the boy who's flopping on the bed, just to make sure he doesn't fall off; then he sees people pushing around wheelchairs and moving toward beds of their own, and -- "Like what kind of ugly do we need bandages what on /earth/ is happening Shelby Rasa doesn't have a chip and -- yeah Ivan get a doctor I guess?" And then Peter's phone is up to his ear, and he's talking with someone: "Dr. McCoy? Hello? Yes there are a bunch of teenagers here and I think they're all having synchronized /strokes/ or something --" "Chips...no, I meant...sorry, it's busy in here...owfuck." Profanity is timed to the boy who's fallen, and more follows when the other likewise thrashes on his bed and then goes still. Shelby's got her hands up, fingertips digging into her temples and eyes scrunched tightly shut. Without being able to see, when she moves forward it's at a reeling, drunken pace--until whatever bolt of pain disappears and she pries her eyes open again, looking pale. "Rasa's not chipped. She's. She got Hive in her head and he's pulling out. Of everyone. ..." That's when Liza slumps in her wheelchair, the ripple effect of it forcing Shelby to her knees. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck just do it already I'll see you later, Jesus Christ!" But the last girl goes first, crying and arching on the bed--before going limp. Peter listens intently to what Shelby is saying, even as he hovers beside her -- even as he keeps the cell phone perched by his ear. Brows WRINKLED. So /wrinkled/. And as Shelby begins to explain, Peter starts to talk into the phone: "Not a stroke, some sort of -- telepathic thing," he says, leaving out Hive's name. "A lot of people all at once I think like -- four people, Rasa too -- um, I think -- no I don't think it's going to be lethal, I -- just get here fast? I don't understand but I'll explain what I -- okay --" And then Peter's hung up as Shelby goes to her knees; at once, his arm's around her waist, /hefting/ her up like a sack of potatoes -- moving immediately toward the bed Ivan just vacated. "Shelby is there anything you can tell me before you go out anything /important/," Peter says, jamming his words together. "Anything we need to /do/ for you." For once, Shelby does not protest being thrown around by Peter. Support by someone who can see and think? /Awesome/. Her face is a rictus of pure pain--others are dropping too, going down here, pushed out there, and apparently it is not a comfortable process. Her hands make a weak scrabbling attempt at his shoulders to try to help with this shifting to the bed process but she's hopeless, at the moment. World's. Worst. Migraine. There's a distinct tone of nausea to her voice when she tries to rush an answer: "Dunno you have to ask Ja--" Ja. That's all she leaves him with before the cord is cut on the other end of her brain. A shudder travels through her, not so strong as those that had racked the escapees, but enough to leave the teen briefly shaking. Then Peter really /is/ left carrying what feels like a sack of potatoes, head thunking against his shoulder. "Jax. Okay," Peter tells the now unconscious Shelby, continuing for a moment: "Don't worry don't worry everything's /fine/ everything's superfine," he assures her, despite having no idea whether or not everything is superfine -- and, in fact, not even being sure she can /hear/ him. He lays her out atop of the bed quickly -- though carefully! -- on her back. Pauses a moment, frowning over her very /frettingly/. And then he's bounding off around the room, checking on each student who's come in, jumping up and over like some sort of bouncing pin-ball. Making sure everyone's secure -- in a bed, in a chair, /somewhere/ where they aren't going to fall off and hurt themselves. Only when he's satisfied does he fish his phone out again. And with his brows still wrinkled in a very hard V-shape, he begins punching in Jax's number. "Nobody die," he mumbles to the now-silent medlab. RING RING. So frantic. Must be Peter. The phone almost goes to voicemail before it is answered. Almost but not quite! "S'is Jax," comes after the third ring. He sounds a little distracted; there are noises in the background. A Lot Of People noises. Peter immediately launches into a verbal /assault/, each syllable jamming up against itself in desperation to reach the lone exit door: "HI JAX PETER listen everyone just came into medlab all at ONCE and Shelby was like 'Hive is pulling out' and then they all went unconscious and I got everyone in a bed but before she went out I asked her if there's anything I have to do and she said 'I dunno call Ja' and I figure that means JAX so I am calling you and they are not gonna DIE right?" "Uh --" There is a hesitation. "No, they ain't gonna die. They're in the medlab you said? Um. They'll be -- they'll be fine, promise. Probably real headachey a while." Peter produces an instant -- and extraordinarily loud -- relieved sigh. "Oh okay thank /goodness/, I mean I didn't think -- I was just worried -- there's nothing we have to do then right? I think -- Dr. McCoy might contact Xavier or something when he gets here but, okay, good, okay, I'll just, uh, I'll just make sure nobody falls off their bed or anything sorry for calling you all the sudden I just wanted to make /SURE/." "No, no, s'understandable." Though Jackson sounds a little pained. "I mean it's gotta be scary to -- but they'll be fine, they just -- mebbe need rest and --" There's a pause, and then Jackson hisses in a breath through his teeth. "Sorry, Peter, I'm workin', I gotta scoot. Just make sure they rest and -- it'll be alright." That's all. Jackson sounds rushed. The phone hangs up. Peter fires out a chirping 'OKBYE' as fast as he can, unknowing if it catches!