video;

[beautifullies]

[ Claire is sitting at her desk in the clinic and clears her throat as the video comes up. ]

Good afternoon. I realize there have been quite a few concerns regarding the announcement of war, but unless I've simply missed it, I haven't seen anything specifically regarding triage. We don't know what sort of battle this may be, and perhaps it won't be needed. That's just it though, we don't know, and personally, I would rather be prepared.

As for my credentials, I've been a war medic. I've seen my share of fighting, and I have a medical degree, I'm a surgeon. What I would like is for those who can heal to be people I can count on. Since the last time I've requested this, individuals have come and gone, I'd like to be sure of our assets if you're willing. If not, there's no reason to feel you must.

I can train those of you who might like to learn basic first aid, I'll be in the clinic, and I'll be available here as well if you'd like to have a conversation via the device. Thank you for your time.

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[mucked]

[ she nods -- after all, claire had shared this particular misfortune the day they'd crossed paths in the library. bound (by happenstance) for america. ]

It's a strange sort of relief. To know you don't die -- to be told you've got a future ahead of you waiting to be lived.

[ peggy, however, has paid close attention to what other people have said. she's narrowed her own death down to a span of four years. but they are oh so far away. ]

[beautifullies]

It is something. It's...an odd sort of relief. I suppose you never know what someone's going to tell you from home if they arrive further ahead in your own timeline.

[ A part of her is nervous about that. If Jamie ever leaves and comes back with news of a terrible fate for either of them. Their lives aren't exactly free of dangerous confrontation. ]

In any case, I appreciate everything you've done, all of your support.