Logs:Vignette - Incident Report

Vignette - Incident Report
Dramatis Personae Hapless Lassiter Staff, Spencer, Rasheed	2023-05-04 a bit of a kerfluffle. set during and after the children's crusade
Location lassiter prometheus facility
thursday, may fourth. 11:43 am. lassiter exam room e-35. The orderly taking Spence's vitals doesn't seem particularly concerned with either the teenager or the guard at the door, just vaguely annoyed as he reaches for his coffee. He pulls the blood pressure cuff off and returns to the electronic chart he's filling out at the rolling desk, sighing as he scrolls all the way to the top of the form. "Name," he says, looking at Spencer expectantly. "Date of birth." Spence's death glare might have more impact if his eyes didn't track curiously aside to the chart on the screen every time the orderly adds some piece of information. He visibly bites back some sort of comment at his blood pressure reading -- quite high, which probably isn't too unexpected under the circumstances. His mouth pulls hard to one side at the perfunctory request for information. "I'm Spencer Holland," he replies, his smile widening, "and y'all are fucked." --- thursday, may fourth. 11:44 am. administration office, lassiter a-5. It's not quite lunch, yet, but the general administrator at the facility has just left to take a quick bathroom break before heading to the staff cafeteria. With no personal cellphones allowed on site, he misses the flag -- URGENT // SECURITY ANOMALY // IMMEDIATE ACTION NEEDED -- flashing red and insistent on his locked screen. --- thursday, may fourth. 11:45 am. lassiter, hallway, e-wing. "Who the fuck brought him in?" Spencer Holland's vitals have, for the moment, been left incomplete. The orderly who was taking them is outside, voice low and hissing, but judging by the pallor of his expression now and the unsteady grip of his hand where he's been fidgeting with his keycard this might be less anger and more stark terror. It might be a little bit anger. The guard who brought Spencer in glances back at the door. Glances away from the door. "He brought himself the fuck in. Hell should I know. This is your problem." The orderly's mouth presses tight. He leaves. He does not come back. --- thursday, may fourth. 1:31 pm. lassiter, staff break room, e-wing. Nobody in here sounds, particularly, like they are enjoying their break. Probably, nobody in here is actually scheduled for a break. The tense voices overlapping in anger, the jittery postures, do smack of Too Much Coffee. Is anyone even drinking coffee? "Jesus fuck is he still in there?" "How fucking long has it --" "-- There's like three goddamn teeps on right now Nix should just wipe the kid and send him home." "With an apology card, preferably." "Brownette already left he had the right of --" "Has nobody processed him in?" "You can't process him in nobody's signed off on --" "You can't leave him in there, nobody's signed off on that." There's a very long silence. "Someone's gotta at least get him some goddamn lunch." Another silence. Someone leaves, with a bang of the door. Hopefully to retrieve lunch. It's only after this, proferred uncertainly into the tension: "... has anyone told Dr. Toure?" --- thursday, may fourth. 7:33 pm. administration office, lassiter a-5. Lassiter's administrator is running out of people to call. It's been a frantic afternoon of desperation, digging up numbers for all the Pentagon's top brass, for every congressperson and Senator he knows, he'd be banging down the doors of the White House if there were time to get out to DC. Right now, he's staring at the phone like it's grown teeth. Gingerly, picks it up and dials. "There's been an incident." --- thursday, may fourth. 7:37 pm. staff office, fl8, mendel clinic, lower east side. Rasheed is no longer looking at the patient profile on the screen in front of him. His forefinger and thumb have pressed to the side of his head, his eyes fixed ahead, not-really-looking at a stack of pamphlets featuring a very muscular young man with scales and large dragon-like wings, reminding people that domestic violence can happen to anyone -- counseling and peer support groups are available here! He blinks. Meticulously, makes sure to fill in the last notes from today's appointment, makes sure the prescription is sent. "I'll pack. Nix will send you home." The line goes dead.