4-18-10 - Zoe Lang, Quinten

Halyard Village: Tents

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All along one side of the square, a rag tag of tent structures have been

erected. Great red stripes have been painted on a few of them to indicate

their purpose as providers of aid during this unfortunate time in Halyard's

history. The main two tents are large, temporary cots have been erected in

long rows for the injured or for those who simply need somewhere to sleep.

Crates and barrels have brought in with food and drink, all bearing the stamp

of the Long Patrol on their sides. At any given time you're likely to run

into one of the healers from the Long Patrol, tending to the sick or wounded.

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                               Visible Exits:

[Sq]uare

It should come as no surprise that Zoe has set herself up in Halyard after the rough storm that's gone through. She's currently sitting on the edge of a cot, tending to a fox kit, of all things, that seems to have been orphaned by the storm. There's a gash on his forehead that she's dabbing at gently, a gentle smile on her face. Well, a gentle as a one-eyed, grizzled old officer /can/ be.

Quinten has been shuttling backwards and forward between Halyard and the Mountain since the hurricane blew threw. Quinten arrives pulling a large cart with the aid of a couple of other patrollers. He manouvers it to one side and starts counting things off as they begin to unload more supplies. Mostly medical and food stocks but the Recorder is marking them all off dilligently as they are unloaded.

Zoe_Lang seems to finish off tending the little one because she rises with a sigh and a smile. "Remembah... Auntie Zoe, if you need me." Grin grin. She offers the little'un a quick salute and turns, slowly limping down the row of cots 'til she spies the others delivering supplies. She heads on over, coming up alongside Quinten with a nod to the Recorder. "Hullo, Quint. Get everythin' we needed?"

Quinten gives the Colonel a salute with his charcoal stick, "Most of it, I've got more bandages coming up however. We are using alot more then I expected. I took them out of our emergency stocks in the caverns. I don't want to leave the Infirmary without anything it might need so have left its regular supplies."

Zoe_Lang nods her understanding at his explanation. "We've had lots of wounds from debris and unfortunately a lot o' impalin' wounds. That'll happen when a buildin' falls on ya, though... 'n' we've barely explored even a tenth of 'em. It's slow-goin'." She sighs, raking her fingers through her headfur.

Quinten nods his head with a look of concern for the elderly colonel, he waves a paw at a passing private and lifts the water dipper from the bucket they are carrying and profers it to Zoe. "We can cope I think, the villagers are all helping and with the patrol here I think we can do it." He looks around, "I've got the Leverets and some of the recruits rolling more bandages from the Linen stocks and I am expecting a runner patrol back from the swamp with more medicinal herbs by tomorrow morning."

And another odd. She waves the dipper away with a shake of her head at the offer. "Sounds good t'me, lad. And aye, I think we'll make out just fine. You just hate t'see this sorta damage when so many of us have family here, eh?" Pause. At that, of course, she has to add, "Keita's fine."

Quinten nods and smiles, "I saw the damage to the pub though... the entire first floor swept off... the ground is all that is left." he looks around but doesn't mention anything else on the family issue. He is an orphan after all, dumped in Zoe's lap at about 3 seasons when Darklett found him in the swamp. But look! He grew up into a responsible hare now all she need do is marrying him off! The hare puts the dipper back into the bucket but doesn't comment on the refusal sending the Private on their way. "I wanted to ask you about food... how much of our stocks do you want us to bring up?"

"Well, whatevah excess we have, obviously. But I s'pose it'll depend how much damage the fishah folk's ships took, 'n' what if any food stores survived the storm. We'll know in the next coupla days." A new creature is being brought in, just then, supporting limping between two villagers, and Zoe turns briefly to direct them to a cot with a nod, whistling to call one of the healers over to tend them.

Quinten watches the new coming beast and nods, "Ok ma'am also was thiking did we want to set up an outdoor kitchen area? I could shift the otter out of his kitchen and set up someplace for everyone to get something to eat away from the hospice tents?"

Zoe_Lang considers this thoughtfully for a moment. "I think... best to keep most of the food in its original form, so s'not to waste it. But at least providin' some cookin' fires 'n' cooks to cook as needed would be advisable. But I think for the most part we'll want t'make some emergency kits with standard rations for singles 'n' groups for them t'take back t'their homes while they rebuild. Stuff they c'n store easily."

Quinten nods his head and makes a note of that tapping his piece of parchment and frowning at it. "Ok ma'am I'll see to it. Something hot cooked up for the first few days will certainly help I think." He looks around then, "anything else I can do to help? I feel a bit useless just organizing inventories."

"You've got your basic healah trainin', haven't ya? I know there's plenty t'be done with the injured. Speak with one of the othah healahs 'n' they'll put you on a shift. There's also the rescue efforts on-goin'. Just go wherevah your heart leads ya. But don't-" and she indicates his parchment and charcoal, "forgot t'take those. Recordin' is your most important task. Providin' a history."

Quinten nods, "I won't forget Zoe I promise. Er I mean Colonel ma'am." he corrects himself after using her first name. "I'll volunteer for a shift as soon as I have this unloaded. I'll be going back down to the mountain tonight to arrange for those medical supplies and the food to be shipped up."

Zoe_Lang offers Quinten a brief smile. He's become a capable enough buck, eh wot? "Good lad. Just don't wear yerself out." She glances around, spies a nearby, empty cot, and backs the couple paces to sink onto it, taking her own advice. Resting those old, weary bones. Tsk tsk. "There're plenty of cots, so take yer rest when you need it."

Quinten smiles, "Yes ma'am but only if you promise to rest too. The post of Colonel shall be filled with you for the next ten seasons at least I hope." he salutes. "I'll leave you to nap and get back to work unless you need me for anything else?"

Zoe_Lang shakes her head and waves a paw at him in friendly dismissal. "Go on, get out of m'sight." She grins at him, then liiiies back with a faint groan. Stupid old bones. "Sleep'll be good. Have 'em wake me in three hours, no longah!" she orders. And then shut go the eyes.

Quinten smiles and his ears twitch, "Five hours ma'am, recorders orders. Am sure I can make up some historical precedent or something about being able to do that." he bounces back to the carts then and out of ear shot before she can chase him off with a well aimed pillow or whateve else might be to hand.

Zoe_Lang doesn't even waste the energy on a pillow. Tsk. She'll just get him back for it later. Harumph! With a grunt she works on falling asleep, leaving Quinten to head off to his work.