Code Green 2: Electric (Green) Boogaloo

[greenisnteasy]

Who: Bruce and Tony, and then the Hulk and smashing and YOU!
When: When everyone gets their powers back.
Where: All around the grounds.
What: HULK SMASH

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[notrosesshadow]

Martha was sadly in the dorms and thus did not have the proper medical supplies other than her basic kit. She grabbed it the minute Mohinder told her the situation and was already running out the door as he gave her his location.

What she sees when she gets there is not pretty. Diana should have been dead with the gaping wound in her torso, and Mohinder looked as though he was trying to put distance between himself and her. And he looked worried.

Martha knelt beside Diana. "Sorry dear, I'm going to have to ruin your clothes more than they already are to get a better look at the wound." She looked up at Mohinder then. "Dr. Suresh. Please go to the lab and get me a bag of O+ plus an IV needle. Quickly." It was the only way she could think of to protect Diana's secret, if Dr. Suresh didn't know it... and to at least replace the blood.

[notrosesshadow]

They continued up the stairs, reaching the fifth floor in a timely fashion. Martha had been smiling at the start of the climb but she wasn't know.

"What did they do? The Cainites?" she asked quietly.

[diana_abel]

Diana winced. "A couple maniacs started a fight backstage, opening night of one of my shows," she said with a sigh. No need to mention that the maniacs were her sister and her...technically...nephew-in-law. Was that a thing? She decided it was a thing. "I had to break it up. And I'm not great when it comes to fighting. Not without my sword, anyway. And since I'm not, you know, a pirate, I couldn't use it."

She paused before adding. "No one got killed. Which is actually a win."

[notrosesshadow]

"That's always a win, yes..." Martha began. "I'm sorry it killed your stage appearances though. I'm sure you were amazing."

[diana_abel]

She shook her head. "No, I couldn't perform. Matinees would be a problem. I wrote. Musicals, mostly. Always collaborating with a well-known composer so my name wouldn't appear in the Playbill."

It was strange to be so honest about that. Diana usually had to hide behind the title of PA or director's assistant. She couldn't let people know her real involvement. It was too dangerous.

Somehow, in light of tentacles, hunters, and a giant green thing that threw trees, that danger didn't seem as important.

[notrosesshadow]

Martha's smile returned. "Well, you were smart on that aspect. Staying hidden is an artform. Especially if you do something as flashy as Broadway.

"Which musicals are yours then?"

Because really now, this was just fabulous.

[diana_abel]

Diana was so grateful for the distraction, it was actually working. She smiled, looking quite proud as she declared, "Oh, pretty much anything written by Stephen Schwartz is mine. Pippin. Godspell. Wicked." A pause and with a touch of embarrassment, she added, "Children of Eden..."

Oh, she would never live that one down. Which meant an eternity of shame.

OOC.... I totally play an Elphie...

[notrosesshadow]

"You wrote Wicked? I'm impressed! The music was phenomenal!" Martha grinned. By this point they'd reached Diana's door. "OK... we're going to grab a change of clothes and your showering needs. You'll feel much better once you're cleaned up"

We just got a Glinda in the game I mod! I loooove Wicked!

[diana_abel]

"Never argue with doctors," Diana said, with a bit of a good-natured smile, as she opened the door and, of her own power, limped into the room.

Diana's bedroom was still pretty dormy, but she'd managed to add a few personal touches over the last few weeks. There was the keyboard, sitting proudly on the desk. A lava lamp, set on a table of D&D books. And she'd hung a curtain of purple beads around her bed. The clothing she'd scavenged was, for the most part, scattered across the floor.

Okay, so she wasn't exactly tidy.

She scooped up a towel from the floor.

To be honest, I prefer Wizard of Oz. But Elphie is much easier to play than the Wicked Witch...

[notrosesshadow]

"The keyboard looks good in here," Martha smiled. "I still can't believe we got it."

She stayed in the doorway though, preferring not to step over the clothes. It was interesting seeing a room that didn't have medical posters all over the walls as hers did, or... all the stuff on Sam's walls. And there was no skeleton guarding the door.

[diana_abel]

Diana paused to look at the keyboard. It lacked the grace and elegance of a real piano, but given the circumstances, it was pretty damn extraordinary. "Yeah," she said, grabbing a bottle of shampoo off of the foot of her bed. "I've even had a request for piano lessons from Cas."

Okay. So that piano lesson hadn't exactly gone as planned.

She carefully made her way back to Martha. "If we can go a week without anyone being stabbed or tentacled, we really need to get to work on that radio idea."

Big if. Big, big if.

[notrosesshadow]

"Yeah? Which one's Cas again?" She met so many people, many who didn't give their names over the phone.

Then she grinned. "Yes... yes... but, if it's dependent on tentacles and stabbings, we'll never get off the ground. Come on." She walked with Diana to the bathroom. Martha planned on just washing up in the sink with paper towels.

[diana_abel]

She went with Martha, doing her best not to tilt over too much. It wasn't really pain. That was more or less gone. She was just feeling incredibly unbalanced due to the emotional strain of keeping the little beast in check.

It would fade.

"Clueless trenchcoat guy with blue eyes," she said as they started down the hall. "Likes to watch squirrels. Friends with your farmboy." She paused, frowning just slightly. "He's the one who warned me about him, actually."

She glanced down at the hole in her shirt, coated with a layer of crusting blood. "I didn't mean to scare you about my blood, by the way. It's harmless, as long as you don't imbibe it."

[notrosesshadow]

"The guy who refuses any medical help ever. Yes... I know which one you're talking about." Martha couldn't help but smile. "You know? Have you ever met Sam? He's kind of a boy scout...

"Careful when you take your shirt off. The act of pulling a shirt over your head is disorienting if you're not steady."

Martha set up in front of a sink, washing her hands peeling off the gloves finally and tossing them in the trash. "Scare me? Blood doesn't scare me. Regardless of whose it is. My first instinct is to not get it in my system in any way shape or form. What does happen if I were to... imbibe your blood though?"

[diana_abel]

"Yeah, I've met Sam," she said, leaning against the wall and very carefully pulling her shirt off. "Actually liked him before I found out he axe murders things like me professionally. His brother is a total letch, though. I do not appreciate total strangers calling me 'sweetheart' within the first five minutes of conversation. They need to earn that

I think Mal called her sweetheart too right away...

[notrosesshadow]

Martha laughed. "You know he did mention a brother once or twice. Right when I arrived. Told me his brother's smile wasn't as nice as his. Sam seems to take things into consideration. And... he hasn't killed certain people here who... have proved less than trustworthy."

And that was more information than she should have shared. Onto other topics. Which ended up being not so fun either. Martha shuddered.

"Well, I'll never drink any of your blood then. I like my free will too much. And... I already have no idea how old I am... I don't need to make it any worse by quitting my aging process."

Martha stripped off her jacket, examining it for any blood other than the areas around the collar where some had splashed up. She pulled her own shirt off so she could set both to soaking for a bit while she cleaned the rest of the blood off her chest.