[locked to the New Hires][video] Looking Alive

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Everybody get the HELL to one of these locations!

[Stacia copy-pastes the information she's just received on two locations: floors, sections, and designations and intersections. She designates them Blue and Red]

I don't know who sent the information, but our people are under attack.

Coordinate here so we get people to both places. I'm going to location Blue. Lonestar, you'll want to check over my comm later, we can arrange a dead-drop.

Let's MOVE IT, people!

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[kingofneworleans]

[Brainy has disgust. What comes out of Remy's mouth, on the other hand, is a stream of French invective said with such feeling that, if it had been on the normal network, corporate would definitely know that they needed to add foreign language curse words to the filter.]

'Course she is. 'Cause dere ain't no reason for her to be in de infirmary, doin' her damn job, hein?

[He huffs out an annoyed breath, though he shifts his hold on Rogue so that he's holding her closer. Trying to keep the jarring from his running to a minimum.]

Mebbe, if we all wish hard 'nough an' are good little boys an' girls, Santa'll see fit to send us another doctor for Chris'mas.

[Hopefully, Brainy can tell that Remy's not denigrating his skills or anything like that. But having to depend on the corporate doctors rankles him. Especially when the one currently on the Rig gives no shits about the New Hires themselves.]

[Plus, he's tired and worried and annoyed. It's not a great combination. Especially for his temper.]

'Fraid I ain't much on the emergency medical trainin' m'self. But I ain't opposed to learnin' if dey ever offer a first aid course.