Who: Dylan and Lucretia
When: Mid-morning after this.
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: After the coroner's examination, Dylan comes to discuss the matter of Simon's murder.

Everything was beginning to change. As much as Dylan wanted to believe in the good of people, he was obviously mistaken as of late. Dissent existed amongst the citizens. Maybe not in the form of whispers heard, but clearly in the form of actions. Apparently, someone did not believe in the inalienable right to life for all people. All life was supposed to be sacred and precious while taken care of and protected against harm. Within their own haven, people were beginning to turn on others. A mauled faun was one thing; there was no proof it was done by anything other than an animal, but this — this wasn’t done by an animal. It was done by a monster.

His footsteps echoed down the hallway as he walked towards the coroner’s examination room. The medical examiner was in there with Simon’s deceased body, and Dylan was the one meant to speak with her afterward. Dr. Rousseau had in so far during her stay in Elysium been granted a reprieve from her previous life’s work, but the last two weeks had proved themselves to be graciously turning in her favor.

He walked up to the door, turning the handle and opening it to reveal a chilled room illuminated with soft blue-hued lights. There on one of the tables was Simon’s corpse covered only with a white sheet draped over the lower half of his body. The workers of the wine bar were charged with keeping their silence, and the same had been relayed to the medical examiner. Dylan need not explain it again for her as entered the room and closed the door behind himself.

Dylan circled around the table and surveyed the lifeless young man. Only days ago had he had been alive and in their custody. Now, he was no longer breathing. No longer moving. No longer living. Someone was playing a dangerous game with the Head Council. Certainly, not in a direct manner, but a dangerous game with them all the same. They were forces to be reckoned with as the circumstances diverged from their greatest hopes and surpassed their greatest fears.

He halted in place, folding his hands in front of himself as he continued to gaze at the body. It was so hard to accept another death. Not because death was meant to be avoided, but because Dylan hoped it never would have come to this — to murder. Even as Dylan heard new footsteps, his eyes remained at the young man on the table. His silence in and of itself held a profound weight.

“Dr. Rousseau,” Dylan said, eyes fixed on Simon’s pale corpse. Finally, he lifted them in Rousseau’s direction. “I trust you have the answers we need.”

Who: Werewolves, friends, family... and fellow doctors.
Where: Medical Pavilion
When: Starts early morning, lasts throughout the day.
What: Time to treat the werewolves for their many, many injuries!

OOC Note: You don't have to interact with anyone in this thread (just put your character's name and [Narrative] beside it if they are just describing how they feel today/their injuries. Other than that, people can interact if they want.)

“Doctor coming through!” Pryce shouted above everyone’s heads. “Doctor coming through, people! Move it, move it, move it!”

He bumped and pushed and elbow-shoved his way through a massive crowd of family members and friends all huddled around one of the werewolves’ beds. Yikes on Mickey Mouse’s button up mini-trousers, there were way too many people up in here today. If he had to shove his way through another crowd of concerned and weeping babblers, Pryce was convinced he just may jump out of the first floor windows to his untimely end against a heap of sharply bladed grass. Oh darn, you evil, evil sharply bladed grass.

All of them were banged up pretty good, especially a young female one. Pryce raised an eyebrow at that once they brought her in and started treating her. The sleazy part of his mind wondered if all of the male werewolves decided to get frisky with her, but he wasn't asking that question out loud. Choosing to avoid her bed and make his way toward one of the other werewolves' beds, he found a young man trying to get up despite his injuries. "Sit your ass back down," Pryce said sternly, as he came to stop with his crossed arms over his chest. "You aren't going anywhere, bucko."

Snapping his fingers, Pryce drew over one of the cute nurses to occupy the boy. "Make sure he stays in bed," Pryce told her, bouncing his eyebrows up and down. He walked off once she widened her eyes at him. "Toodles!" Pryce shouted, walking away and waving his arm in the air without turning back around.

Who: Pryce, Chris, Charlie, Zane, Hayate, and OPEN!
Where: Medical Pavilion
When: 4:00 PM-ish
What: Chaos ensues at the medical pavilion with the orphans. (Join, join, JOIN! Create subthreads! Run amuck!)

"By God, if you little rascals half-breeded with hellion spawn don't show your faces right now I am going to rain fire and brimstone down on this medical pavilion like the Great Lord himself couldn't accomplish with his hands tied behind his back and his eyes blindfolded, and I will do it with such finesse the devil will sing me praises for the next thousand millenia while the angels weep and cry and blubber all over themselves, and you will wish you had never stolen my lab coat and stethoscope!"

Pryce grabbed the curtain around one of the beds and jerked it aside only to find an empty mattress. He walked up to the next bed curtain and jerked it aside as well. To his dismay, no rotten child laid hidden there either. "Charlie!" Pryce yelled, looking around for any sight of the little devils. "Chris!" Pryce opened one of the lage supply cabinets, but it too was empty. "Maddy!" A doctor just wasn't a doctor without a lab coat and stethoscope, and Pryce was going to throttle the kids once he found them. Scratch that — not throttle them, but he was certainly going to injure them in some violent, brutal way that involved toenail clippers and singing Britney Spears songs.

"Smith!" Pryce called out, looking for his colleagues. "Audley!" Those little brats were gonna pay. Oh yes, they were gonna pay. They messed with the doctors, and nobody — nobody — messed with the doctors. "We have an emergency on our hands!" Pryce created a 'megaphone' with his hands around his mouth. "Calling all doctors! Calling all doctors! The squad is called together! TAKE FORMATION!"

Who: Everyone who's supposed to be at the medical pavilion and anyone who wants to volunteer but hasn't sent a note to the council yet, lol.
When: After noon til ??
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Tending to the survivors and volunteering

The medical pavilion had been a hub of activity ever since the scouting party's return early Wednesday morning. The survivors were immediately taken to quarantine to undergo examinations and decontamination. It was important that they were deemed safe, not only for their own sake but for the sake of everyone else in Elysium. Their every need was taken into consideration from physical to mental to emotional and they were given the utmost respect.

The orphaned children required the most care, and Zane saw to it personally that they received it. Being a pediatrician Zane had a fondness for children already, and these children really tugged at his heartstrings. He couldn't imagine having to go through such hardships so early in their young lives, but the fact that they had survived at all really impressed the doctor. It spoke of their character and their will to survive. He looked over them now, watching as some of them remained in bed still too weak to move or talk, while others were running about and playing. They were amazing and Zane made a silent promise to make sure they never had to suffer through anything again if he could help it.

"Doctor Smith," said one of the Elven assistants from behind him. "There are some volunteers here. They're waiting in the front."

Zane smiled and nodded his head at her. "Thank you, I'll get to them right away." The assistant left him quickly and Zane walked to the front. He checked his list of patients, all children except for one, and he wondered if that one adult was getting the care and attention he needed. Everyone had been so concerned with the children that the other survivor was left to heal on his own. Zane chided himself for his mistake and went to see the volunteers. "Hello everyone, I'm Doctor Smith. I'm glad you decided to help out here today. Let me get your names and then we can go from there."