Who: Teagan, Susie and Mike When: Sunday June 9th, 8:00am, shortly after the group meeting. Where: Tentfirmary! What: Probably a lot of chatter. Seeing how it's Teagan. Mike and O'Brien can both feel free to be conscious and awake, jump in as they like, etc! Warning: Starts off with the assumption that both O'Brien and Mike are alone and alive in the tent. Please don't write that a character is absent, present, unconscious, picking his nose, or whathaveyou, unless you play that character.
The tentfirmary was really just a very large lean-to with one solid wall (fashioned from lifeboat, tilted and secured by the bigger, able-bodied men to provide shelter and be a visible sign to both boats and aircraft that people needed rescuing), and one less-than-stellar wall, cobbled together with a tent and emergency blankets. The end result was a shaded, mostly protected spot that a short enough person could stand up in. Marcus Caravahlo probably had move around the Hunchback of Notre Dame, but Teagan Mitchell could duck through the entrance and be fairly comfortable.
There wasn't much privacy within the tentfirmary, but it was roomy. There was an empty nest of clothes placed over an emergency blanket to one side, next to the open medkit. That was probably where Dr. Handsel had been sleeping. No sign of a similar, Marcus-sized spot, but Caravahlo probably preferred lying naked in the moonlight with his boyfriend, or whatever.
The tentfirmary itself had been built to accommodate two fully grown, injured men. One was the first mate, and the other was the castaway Teagan had found on the beach the first night. Both were mostly prone, so the height of the structure around them hardly mattered, and a laughable privacy sheet had been hung between them in a gesture that was probably more wishful thinking than anything else. The young, blonde castaway was lying closest to the front of the tentfirmary, while the dark-haired one was lying further back.
Teagan didn't know either man, and hadn't actually been in the structure since it had been built. She'd had a passing thought to help, perhaps play her hand at Nurse Nightingale... but she hadn't been the only one who'd had that whim. As luck was have it, the group had actually had a doctor, and Marcus was an actual nurse. More hands than that were hardly needed for two patients, but even so, Teagan had seen some scowling brunette ducking in and out the day before. Probably some slut puppying Marcus. A tall blonde had also volunteered to help at yesterday's meeting, and while Teagan hadn't actually literally seen Saint Claire go in and out of the tentfirmary, but she'd heard the blonde offer, as well as Jon Bennett, and that made for a potential ratio of at least 2-to-1 ratio of helpers-to-injured.
Her assistance had definitely not been needed there. So she'd swallowed her pride, instead, and had helped Eden Williams get all the unclaimed luggage emptied and sorted into usable piles. A task that took maybe a few hours, even at a leisurely pace. By noon, there wasn't anything left to do, unless she wanted to help people haul firewood or dig ditches or get water... which she really didn't. Not without real clothes and the promise of a shower, after.
Nobody had mentioned to her that there was a waterfall in the middle of the island, or she would have made a beeline for that, instead, and taken up residence in the freshwater spring. Regardless of whether or not people need to drink out of it.
During the meeting that morning, Teagan had largely kept to herself. There'd been fighting, flared tempers... the kind of shit she really didn't want to be dealing with. The helicopter had ditched them. That was a cold fact. Who cared why? They should start focusing on the stuff that mattered. And as much as she hated to admit it, Rob had been right about the clouds. Weather totally mattered, when there weren't any houses or hotels to hide in. The day had been decidedly overcast thus far, and it did look like it wanted to rain by sundown. Maybe the tentfirmary would be secure enough to stand to some mild sprinkles, but what if a real tropical storm was brewing?
Besides, it couldn't hurt to have real shelter. It wasn't really fair that the only people who got a roof over their heads were the two injured guys and the doctor. Still, she couldn't exactly hold them in contempt. If anything, the injured men were more interesting to her than the ones walking around. Of the few good-looking young men that had been on the boat, one had vanished completely, and the other two weren't paying her any attention, whatsoever. Not that she'd expect Ian Kingsley to, of course not. But there were too many better-looking girls for even the blond guy to notice her. The only person outside of the wedding party who'd bothered saying more than one word to her had been a damn teenager. The women weren't much better, either. Teagan was largely being ignored by anyone who wasn't Susie, and Susie was questionable company at best.
At least one of the injured men owed her some attention, seeing as how she'd been the one to find him on the beach. Sure, someone else probably would have... but how could anyone know that for sure? She'd basically saved his life, so he owed her, and with tensions running high and the sun refusing to make an appearance for the day, Teagan decided then was as good as any time to collect on a debt.
Besides, the hurt men in the tentfirmary hadn't been able to attend Rob's little fireside meetings, so they might be in the dark about anything that was going on. Teagan felt it was her duty to inform them... and anyone else, for that matter... of everything she knew, or had heard theorized about. Maybe it wasn't the most useful skill to have, but it was something. And there was the fact that she'd promised Susie to ask the castaway about Delaney, though Teagan doubted that would amount to much. It just seemed like a good idea to get Susanna away from the emotional storm brewing around Rob and... well, everyone, it seemed like. Maybe mostly Dakota and Marcus, but nobody was happy just then. Teagan wasn't happy just then. She just didn't see the point in tearing at a York over it. What was he going to do, really?
"Come on, Suze. Let's go see if that guy's awake yet," she urged her friend along, before pulling back the tent flap that marked the infirmary's entrance. There wasn't a great deal of ambient light present, but it was actually rather airy in the lean-to. Made sense, since nothing was fixed tightly together, more pegged here and there. Not too bad, she thought, given what they had to work with. Now they just needed to work on building one for everyone, and a bathroom with a shower. "Hello? Anyone up?"