What if I'm a snowstorm burning?

Bustling around the clinic from dawn to dusk isn't how I expected to spend my birthday here, but there are worse ways. Regardless, thanks to whoever dropped off this gift basket. But why just one glove?

[ooc: "She'll find a moderate sized easter basket in her room with the obligatory fake grass and chocolate eggs and randomly the power glove. The note says HAPPY EASTER crossed out."

[Pentaps, as if someone is preparing to write but isn't sure what to say, or if they want to say it]

Truth has gone from the sphere. We don't know if it was due to circumstances or a simple disappearance, but his journal was recovered and it no longer functions.

Justice has also been missing from work for a couple of days, but Trust has his journal and it still works. He may just be taking some time for himself. I'll be assisting with organization and administration at the clinic until he returns.

[ooc: if this would be particularly upsetting information for your character, feel free to handwave that Kazahana approached them privately to break the news. Also if you're Lezard.]

Does anyone have some tips on getting unicorn bloodstains off the walls?

[This page is stained by ashy fingerprints and small smears of dried blood]

To anyone still able to read their journals, this is Kazahana. Medical Island was damaged by the firestorm, but the clinic is still standing, we have supplies remaining, and there are [brief pause] surviving medics. We're treating everyone here, but there are undoubtedly other victims who need our help.

I'm asking anyone with any kind of medical skill or training to get here as fast as possible. We need all the help we can get. Those of you without training who are well enough to move, please help bring the injured here--with as few resources as we have now, we have to make this a central point of treatment.

I don't know where Cross and Lezard are, so for the moment, I'm taking charge of Medical. If you're coming here to volunteer your help, come to me right away. For the truly critically injured, also bring them to me immediately so I can try to heal them enough to stabilize, and Will after. From there on we'll just have to see.

This is secondary in importance, but it still needs to be done. If you can write, please check in here, letting us know you're still alive...and if you've witnessed deaths, we need to know that, too, so people know who to look for.

Thank you for all your help.

[ooc: a log for medical triage will go up a little later]

Whatever sort of game is going on down in the Wilderness seems awfully hazardous, judging by the patients we're seeing at Medical. Perhaps people should consider helmets.

Chosen, are you taking special commissions now that you run the tailor shop?

It seems I owe everyone an apology. The frozen journals earlier were my fault. I had a mishap while training, and I didn't realize it had affected everyone else until I returned home.

I suppose it does make sense, though. Has anyone ever performed experiments to determine how the journals affect one another? Hmm.

In any case, I'm sorry--it won't happen again.

I wanted to let all of you know that Kiba, Blood, Range and I made it back safely. The spider that killed Bastet and Snap is dead, along with its mate—it might have been part of the attack, too—and their babies. There was a whole nest there, but it's gone now. We came away with a few injuries, but everyone will be fine.

This doesn't bring Bastet and Snap back. I wish it did. But at least what killed them can't hurt anyone else now.

[OOC: The log hasn't wound to a close yet, but I figured they'd check in so people wouldn't get worried.]

It appears that whoever or whatever is the cause of the strange events around here has gotten bored. Judging by the last few pages of my journal, this musical interlude is receiving mixed opinions, but so far I like it. I keep hearing the prettiest music. I'm very curious about what's playing for the rest of you.

It is pretty loud in the marketplace, though. It might be worth investing in earplugs until this passes. But it's better than clanking around in that armor the other day was.

[OOC: In the absence of any specific events that change the soundtrack, Kazahana's got a medley of instrumental Vienna Teng and Four Tet]

I'm not coming outside today. I look stupid in this dress.

And the neckline is practically indecent.

[OOC: Strikes = crossed over a couple times but legible if you try.]