Laura Meyhew // Luke Skywalker (jedi_brat) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-04-02 16:39:00 |
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Who: Laura Meyhew
What: Maybe she is the swooning type
When: Friday Night and Saturday Morning
Where: Camelot Enterprises Manhattan and Camelot Castle
As soon as word reached her about the trouble at Camelot's Manhattan office, Laura hurried to the scene. Fortunately she was at home, so she hadn't had far to go. She'd been one of the first ones there. The CDC, the police, and the mundane employees may not have been sure about the source of the toxin, but anyone involved in the reincarnate side of things knew to suspect the worst.
Even with her powers of persuasion, she hadn't been able to get through the quarantine. She'd stayed through most of the night though. She'd talk to any of the employees who'd left before the lock down, trying to find out if they'd seen anything. She'd also tried to coordinate Camelot's security with the NYPD, FBI, and CDC officials on scene. She'd been right back to feeling too young and inexperienced for this job, but once she forced herself to focus on what needed to be done, things got done.
It was long after midnight when she decided there wasn't anything more she could do. She was exhausted, more so than seemed natural, but instead of going home and sleeping she hurried to the MTN. It would be morning in England. She could go to the castle and report back what she'd learned and then sleep there. That would be better. They'd need everyone in Security on call anyway.
The trip to the Castle seemed much longer than usual. The MTN had made her nauseous in a way it hadn't since her first time using it. It wasn't until she had entered the Castle and started to cough and wheeze that she realized she wasn't just tired and travel worn. The precautions the people from the CDC insisted everyone take hadn't been enough. Or she'd been too stubborn and stayed too close too long.
The long stone hallway started to spin and blur. She really needed to sit down. Or maybe lay down, just for a little while. She felt like she'd suddenly fallen down a well of black velvet. She fell to the floor, unconscious.