4334/Biofeedback says phone a friend

Biofeedback says phone a friend
Date of Scene:	22 April 2018
Location:	Gotham City
Synopsis:	Yin calls for help to deal with those gaping bloody itches you just can't scratch.
Cast of Characters:	Yin, Claire Temple

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Yin has posed:
The text message comes in on a burner phone with a URL to a breaking news story about a frankly ludicrous number of machete-wielding 'ninja' attacking an ambulance.
A few seconds later, the picture of one of the hero types in the story - the kung fu girl, not the guy in vaguely canine themed battle armor - comes through with a circle drawn around her.
'Ow. Machetes suck.'
Then an address in Gotham City fairly close to the hospital, but off to the side somewhere in the quiet bits.
Then she sits with the burn phone waiting to see if a reply comes.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire sighs while she roots around in her purse for the correct burner phone to answer whatever ping she's just received. She yanks it out triumphantly, slides the screen out from where it covers the keyboard, and... oh. Okay. Her eyes alight on the word 'ninjas' and she puts her hand over her face. Clearly, ninjas are a public health threat.

She grabs her go bag and locks up her apartment before hurrying to the nearest train station. She looks up and snaps a picture of the station sign and sends it back in reply.

Yin has posed:
'(y)'

Then she waits. She's sneaky. And she is content to sit quietly in the back streets in the foliage lining a parking lot of an air conditioning repair shop that is closed for the night, on a street that hardly anybody ventures onto when it isn't daytime, in a full lotus position, meditating and aware of all the life around her. Holding the blood in. Because she was already hacked up from that first ridiculous fight and then she had to go and get dragged into a SECOND fight with a somewhat less ridiculous squad of Zerk-hopped janitors. ouch, ouch.

Claire Temple has posed:
The trains aren't backed up, and the station isn't crowded, much to Claire's relief. She reaches the Gotham Mercy station and starts jogging up the steps, looking around and glancing at the address navigation on her phone. After a few deep breaths, she hikes up her bag on her shoulders and starts striding for the parking lot.

"Medic," she says into the air. "Got a call."

Yin has posed:
Yin comes out of trance, well, not totaly anyways, and rises. She's wearing a full mask and bodysuit, though not a clingy one like a lot of heroes like. One of the eyes is a matte white circle.

More importantly though, she looks like she took a couple hits with machetes. Nothing super solid, but they add up. The ones in front that are easy to reach look like they've already been glued shut, but some of them aren't quite so easy to reach. They look.. not as bad as you would expect, but it's machete cuts. Plural.

"Hey. Um... Sorry if this isn't the greatest place, but I was keeping a count of how much blood I have, and it was getting a little on the low side. And then more crazy happened, so I stayed put." Yin makes a bit of a face. "I did what I could."

Claire Temple has posed:
"Good to hear," Claire says with a shrug as she looks around for a way not to be in direct line of sight for the neighborhood. "Not everyone gets to take the time to start patching before I land." She peers at the woman's face -- as much as is visible, anyway -- and frowns at the mismatched eyes on the mask.

Her expression hardens slightly while she counts the cuts into the suit and the visible bleeding wounds beneath. There's blood wrapping around her body to the front, ostensibly soaking the fabric from the back, and it's not an overly complex formula that lets Claire do that math. "I've got sutures and glue, and I can infuse with solution, but I don't have blood in stock," she says, tone apologetic. "First thing is that bleeding needs under control. Second thing is you're going to need a lot of direct-route fluids."

Yin has posed:
Yin nods. "Yeah, I figured that. I heal fast, and I have biofeedback, but I can't psychically put skin where it's supposed to be. If you can get everything sutured up and get me a drink of water, I can at least move a bit. There was dirt on the blades, I can feel it. I can deal with the infection, but I don't really want yuck in there, and I really don't want giant scars. I already took care of the stuff that was easy to reach. Do you need me to lay down or anything?"

She relaxes in place, standing. Very slow, deep, calm breaths. Soft muscles. Alert. Good blood pressure and circulation, given the situation.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire snorts as she pulls on her gloves. "I've never heard anyone say they wanted giant scars," she says. "Only a little of that's up to me, but if you've got a healing factor, you're not scarring the usual way, anyhow."

She looks up at the nearest street lamp and hums to herself. "Lying down is better," she says, pulling off her jacket to throw it onto the pavement. "I know you've got some healing going already, but I'd rather not help you get asphalt contact on those sutures." She kneels to pull her suture kit and to get out the antiseptic wash.

Yin has posed:
Yin lowers herself to lie face down on the jacket. "Understood. Yeah, chi stuff. I have room for improvement still. Maybe in a graveyard monastery full of hungry ghosts or something. Let me know if you'd like my vitals to do something other than what they already are. Don't worry about anaesthetic, I have chi for that." She leans her forehead on the ground. "I'm usually in Canada, or I would talk to one of the masters here that I JUST got done sneaking away because of the weirdness in the gangs lately. I've been commuting a lot. I'm not totally sure WHAT is going on here right now other than it means I have to check up on people a lot."

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire blinks and cocks her head. "Sounds good," she says as she shakes up the wash bottle. "You're not the first person I've run into who's got a thing for chi healing," she says. She cracks the seal on the wash bottle and lets it spray over the wounds, squeezing it to get a little more force to debride the cuts. "Ninjas are definitely busy lately," she says in the kind of voice one uses for traffic jams, stacks of bills, and full hospital waiting rooms. "Not just here."

The cuts sufficiently cleaned, or as clean as Claire can get it with the power of fluids and forearm strength, she pulls a new needle/ligature pack from her suture kit and secures it into a pair of forceps. "Ready to go when you are," she says.

Yin has posed:
Yin frowns against the ground. "Those weren't ninjas. They were just a bunch of people they grabbed off the street, gave cheap knives, dressed in ninja costumes, hopped up on drugs, and threw at us. A couple snipers too, if those counted as snipers. Not sure if they were after the ambulance, me, or Laoshi Tsenzi." She lets out a deep breath. "I am not sure who sent them. Not a martial arts group, I know that much. We found their cleaning crew and things went a bit crazy." Quiet, conversational, and full of chi that feels colder than someone like Iron Fist. Leaves a distinct impression of a cold lake at night.

Claire Temple has posed:
"I'm not usually in a position to split the difference," Claire says as she starts putting in the sutures. She frowns and glances over at her supplies -- yep, she's got a full tube of glue. Okay. "If they've got the suits and the sharp steel, that's usually all I get," she says with a shrug. "Ours usually go with katanas, though, I can definitely say that much." She pieces in more stitches, muttering under her breath about sharpened sheetmetal.

"Give 'em drugs, and they'll do all kinds of stupid shit," she says. "Adding weaponry just makes it worse."

Yin has posed:
Yin nods. "Some kind of rage drug." She hmms and thinks back to the other fight that DIDN'T get in the news... "The janitors got an injection from their badges and it made them mad enough to fight to the death. Not very well though.."

She waits quietly so she doesn't move while you are messing with her. She usually ends up doing this sort of stuff on the other end, a little bit.

Claire Temple has posed:
"Most likely didn't just come out of someone's basement," Claire notes grimly as she puts in a few more stitches. She peers in more closely as she narrows the distance between the sutures to accommodate an angled tear. "They're only triggered to let the energy out somehow. Once saw some bastard try chewing someone else's face off," she says.

"They might not have been professionals, but whoever dosed them probably was," she says as she snips the ligature to finish the last few stitches on the run of sutures on one of the cuts.

Yin has posed:
Yin mmmm-hms, careful not to move. "Drug lab of some kind. With cleaners. Distributors maybe? I just don't know the lay of the land well enough." She thinks quietly a little, freezing a bit as some headlights zoom by, well out of sight.

"..It was just kind of surprising. I've been dealing with non stop crazy wuxia junk for days, then this. And Tsenzi is still in critical condition after his collapse. I can't ask him anything." Yin hmms. "I don't know who I should be talking to in this part. I had a run in with the Bat and he was NOT helpful.. but I hit New York too, and he doesn't seem like he gets outside Gotham as much.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire considers all of this and nods. "I couldn't tell you who has the balance of power or their finger on the pulse of it," she says. "Not necessarily. What pictures I do have, I don't get to point out. Drug lords have a thing for competition, though, I guess," she notes.

She knots off another stitch. "I don't know that we've got too many vigilante types who do a lot of traveling," she says as she finishes one of the cuts. "They're pretty damn territorial, when it comes down to it." She frowns and gives the other cut another blast from the wash bottle before she starts another round of applied embroidery.

Yin has posed:
Yin mmhms. "Well, there's not that much where I usually stay sometimes... I get lots of calls to check on some old masters in this part of town is all. And lately everything has been thrown around a lot. I know a lot of their students."

She sits still and lets you stitch. "So it's more of a specific crowd I have to check on, I guess. THEY wander around a lot. But I had to learn from someone, and there weren't any really exotic monasteries or anything that make for a neat sounding resume'."

Claire Temple has posed:
"I don't imagine it's about building a resume, anyhow," Claire says, voice contemplative. "I mean, it doesn't sound like the work's based on the resume quite as much as the network." She drops the pitch for the last word. "There's been a lot of throwing around out here, huh? Been a fair bit of it in Hell's Kitchen, too."

"I think I'm going to end up putting glue over these," she says with a hum as she looks back over the stitches so far. "The cuts are messy, but they're not the worst I've seen. I just don't want one of these ragged edges to snag on you. No fun."

Yin has posed:
Yin mmmhms, still careful not to move and jostle your hand. "Yeah, they were just where I can't *reach*. So frustrating. And then they would keep getting knocked around. What can I do to restock the cause? I really appreciate this. Or even just help. I'm not half bad at doing this kind of thing, but again.. in FRONT of me where I can REACH..."

She waits quietly and keeps an eye out. Hard to do much face down on a coat, sadly. Hopefully she isn't leaving any nasty bloodstains or anything. That would be embarrasing.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire gives a little laugh. "I usually just give my little stock 'stay out of trouble' speech, honestly," she says. "Most of the time, anyone I treat is busy enough with their to-fight list that they don't get the chance to come back and help out. I'll definitely keep you in mind, though," she says, her voice trailing off as she finishes putting stitches into the second cut. Her head rocks back and forth as she regards the injury. With a hum, she hurries with the glue, so the wound can have a cured seal as soon as possible.

"So long as you don't lean against anything, you can sit up," she says, pointing toward the go bag before she shucks her gloves. "There's some gatorade in there. Hope you like lemon-lime," she says, humor in her voice.

Yin has posed:
Yin sits up slowly and tilts her head slightly, feeling it out. "That's good. I really appreciate this.. Gatorade is fine. I go by Yin, by the way. Have a card." She pulls out and offers a card with a burner email on it.

She focuses some, then chugs down the drink and rises. "And let me know if there is anything more I can help with. I don't like feeling like I am taking advantage."