CLINIC LOG: MUTINY TIME

[wilder]

Date & Time: November 16th - November 19th
Location: Transport Moon Clinic
Characters: ANYONE AT THE CLINIC.
Summary: For those poor souls who are at the clinic at any point during the mutiny! Officially the clinic is neutral to the conflict, so people from either side are welcomed!
Warnings: It's a clinic, so really anything goes.

[Were you on the clock when the mutiny started? Just coming in to pick up your paycheck? Or were you just some unlucky soul getting that mysterious rash checked out when the doors decided to shut for several hours? Well welcome to the clinic! Get comfortable! You might be here awhile unless you want to brave some moody doors!]

[But don't worry! There's more than enough to keep you semi-comfortable during the mutiny! The clinic is fully outfitted with medical supplies, mushy and terrible hospital food (as well as jello and pudding), outdated magazines, a few books, a deck of cards, a VHS collection with a VCR and best of all? One of these...thingies.]

[So do what you need to do! Make yourself comfortable, try to escape when the door seems to be open, take a nap, have some food, debate about the mutiny, or see what inappropriate things you can get away with in an exam room! The choice is yours.]

[Oh and I guess there's actually helping people with injuries and illnesses. I guess that's a thing too]

[OOC: this post is as open as can be. Make your own thread with prompt, comment around- go nuts! As stated before, the clinic is officially neutral in the conflict, but that doesn't mean you have to be!]

Comments

OTA

[inafadingcrown]

[A].

[It's par for the course for Galadriel's luck lately, really, that she was working in the clinic when it all started. For a good long time, she seems determined to ignore this nonsense, going about her duties as best she can. And if she ends up double or triple checking on patients? Oh well, at least everyone is being tended to.]

[B].

[At some point, though, she runs out of things to do and has to entertain herself. And she's seriously regretting not bringing her sewing right now. No, instead of being able to do something productive, she's left flipping through some of the random books people have left behind.

One of them happens to be something a little like this.

Out of curiosity and mild boredom, she flips to the back and reads the excerpt printed there. And-]

A waste of a perfectly good bodice. [Not impressed]

B!

[lambofcolumbia]

[Elizabeth had been at the clinic to see if she could help out when everything went to pot, and she's just been puttering about as best she could since then. She's alphabetizing something, for lack of anything else to do, when she hears the really imposing woman nearby whom she had been completely too intimidated to speak to, say that.]

[Her eyes are rather wide when she peers over at her. And hey, she's actually wearing a corset at the moment. The woman couldn't be talking about her, could she?]

E-excuse me?

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel glances up and offers a little shake of her head, laughing slightly] Forgive me, I spoke to myself. I was paging through a rather ridiculous book that I found here.

[lambofcolumbia]

A book? [Well if Galadriel wanted the subject dropped that was the wrong thing to say! Elizabeth set her bottles down and came over, her eyes on the cover.]

What sort of book?

[inafadingcrown]

[Hahahahaha enjoy that cover, Elizabeth. Galadriel will even hand the book over for better inspection.]

Something rather unseemly, I fear. I might be more scandalized, were I not so amused by the writing itself. [Ridiculous, on so many levels.]

[lambofcolumbia]

Hmm. [Elizabeth raises an eyebrow at the cover as she takes the book, and then she turns it around and starts flipping through it...and her eyebrows get higher and higher as she goes, her eyes wide. Eventually she blushes.]

Good lord! \What sort of book is this?!

[inafadingcrown]

A sort which we do not have where I from, certainly. [Like she said, she should probably be more scandalized. But no. She's mostly amused.] As I said, it is not mine.

[lambofcolumbia]

It's...I've never seen a book like this!

[She turns a few more pages, as if expecting the scandal to end, but of course it only gets worse, and eventually she hands it back to the tall woman.]

I think I would prefer a nice scientific treatise.

[inafadingcrown]

[She takes it and sets it to the side, laughing a little.] And I should prefer a well written history. But alas, it seems we both must do without for the time being.

[lambofcolumbia]

Mm. [Elizabeth frowns at the book again. She's never seen a book she didn't want to read so the idea of it is...]

Why would anyone make something like that?

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel is probably the worst person to ask this sort of question to, really. For a variety of reasons. But she will give the explanation a go.]

Do you ask in earnest? [...if she has to.]

[lambofcolumbia]

[A hesitant nod, because she doesn't understand. But the question can't be that weird, can it?]

[inafadingcrown]

As I said, it is not a form of writing practiced by my people. Yet given the nature of the content, I think it safe to say that it is intended to be erotic. Though how any could take it seriously enough, I will never know.