What if I'm a snowstorm burning?

[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.]

[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]

Apparently I've been gone for a week. It sounds crazy to say it, but I had no idea it had been that long. I really can't explain it. If I caused any concern, I apologize.

Tomorrow I'll resume my normal schedule at Medical if anyone needs me.

Since Stoneface, Justice and Raise seem to have things well in hand after yesterday's tragedy, I'm going to go take care of the less-immedate danger.

I'm going to find the spider that attacked them, and kill it.

This might not be anyone's business, but I suppose I should say it for the sake of clearing up potential misunderstandings.

Contrary to former beliefs, Hakuteiken and I are not married. He's my brother-in-law. Please, no jokes.

That's all.

Just a note to anyone injured or not feeling well--if you really need help, don't hesitate to come to Medical, but if it can wait, I suggest you hold off for a little longer. Things are still being sorted out here regarding the recent deaths.

...

Kiba. You're staying with Memory and me for a while. No arguments.

I want to echo Justice's call to be careful in this weather, but on the other hand, if you are honestly hurt in some way, please come to the Medical Island; don't think you have to handle it yourself. A few times I've spoken with people who seemed to think that we're only for major emergencies, but unless there's a crisis going on, anyone's free to stop by at any time; the worst that can happen is that you have to sit in the waiting area for a little while.

So be cautious in the snow—but that doesn't mean you can't have any fun. I think I like the snow. I hope we get more, if it's going to be cold anyway.

Kiba, congratulations on putting your sword together. Let me know if you figure out what happened with it,w ill you? That's so...odd.

[A long pause before the writing continues]

Hakuteiken, perhaps we might meet to discuss things.