Town Hall: A room just down from the main hall (noon through the afternoon)

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It was noon, a time sacred to Vkandis when the sun was highest in the sky. The rain hid it from view, but Karal knew it was there. Like everyone else, he was exhausted, but there was something he had to do.

He was the only priest on this island. He had a duty. And he was beginning to believe that prayer was about the only thing left.

After a brief stint in the library, he'd returned to his room, changed into his robes, and returned to the Town Hall. Not to the clinic, though. Instead, he appropriated a room just down from it and set to work.

It was now lit with the soft glow of candlelight, shining into the hallway through the open door. Anyone looking in would see Karal, head bowed, and hear the soft liquid sounds of Karsite as he prayed.

He hoped that anyone who needed to would find their way there.

[ooc: Room appropriated with permission. Open to anyone who might want to pray, or meditate, or hope, or just sit somewhere quiet for awhile. Minor OCD for the sake of convenience

coming

is up. He will stop praying out loud while anyone else is there, of course.]

Luke's Diner, November 16 (Friday)

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

The diner was in the care of the kitchen staff again today, as Yitzhak was at town hall. Taking pride of place in the center of the free-food buffet bar were two very large stock pots full of soup -- chicken noodle (of course) and vegan lentil.

Anyone who stumbled in looking distinctly sick was likely to get fed and then urged none too subtly by the kitchen staff to get to town hall on the double.

[OOC: Free food again, totally moddable (except for the soups), no Yitzhak in the house though. I'm feeling so way nostalgic for the lentil soup at the Simon's Rock cafeteria now . . .]

Town Hall, Friday, November 16 -- Morning/Afternoon

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Christian hated feeling this helpless. The number of patients were growing, and nothing was relieving their symptoms. Even the kids with their magic mumbo jumbo could only bring fevers down for a short time.

He didn't want to admit defeat, but things were not looking good.


[ooc: Wait for the OCD! May take a few minutes as we have another space on the floral T-day bingo card. And, also, the huge pile of sick people. OCD is up, you may commence being ill.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday morning [11/16]

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Gunther was starting to feel like he was the only person around who was not sick. He probably would have attended the the Sick People Are Gross party last night if he wasn't terrified that Danny McCoy would shoot him upon learning that Gunther was partying while Mary was dying.

In the meantime, Gunther and his sous chef were busy making lots of sandwiches and soup to take over to Town Hall for the sick and the volunteers.

Willkommen zum Arms Hotel
Heutige Specials sind Komfortnahrung.

[Please mod Gunther for all your food and hotel needs! It helps if I remember to hit post]

Around the Island: Friday

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The quaratine is still in effect to make sure that no one makes any attempt to leave the island. The usual troops and security type people are available to help those who may be ill or to answer any questions people may have.

The standard checkpoints are set up at the docks and causeway to make sure no one tries to get in or out. Dale and perhaps the other PC Security type people if they are available are moving throughout the town and checking in to make sure everything is secure.

[ooc: OCD is up!]

Friday Afternoon: Somewhere in the Preserve

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Deep in the preserve, there was a small dell sheltered from the rough sea breezes by tall, old trees.  The forest animals knew of this place, and squirrels and birds had constructed elaborate nests here that were revisited every year.

The animals rarely paid attention to the ground cover though.  It wasn't good eating, but years of fallen leaves enriched the soil and provided the perfect place for the abundance of herbs growing untouched by human hands for centuries.

[OOC: for a specific intrepid band of researchers]

Town Hall - Friday November 16th Evening

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

Katara was almost completely unconscious in a cot but the Town Hall's makeshift hospital was ticking over like a well-oiled machine.  Even as volunteers and doctors grew more and more tired, their dedication still won out as each patient was tended to carefully.

[OOC:  And this is the last hospilinic post!  The researchers are very close to a cure which will be administered over the course of the evening (IG and OOC).  Please do be sure to ping in your sickies so they can get cured!]