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[wilder]

Date & Time: September 1 - 3, Evening or Night hours
Location: Transport Clinic
Characters: Zelos/Kaneis and you!
Summary: Evening/Night shift at the clinic. All welcomed, whether they be checking out the clinic, working at the clinic or that unfortunate dude who put their weapon in a very wrong spot.
Warnings: PG-13 for language and possible gore since hey IT IS A CLINIC.

[No matter how strange Zelos's life get, he can always count on his clinic shifts being one of two things: incredibly boring or incredibly strange. There was no middle ground.]

[Any night that you come in, you'll probably find Zelos sitting at the reception desk, with his feet on top if none of his bosses are around. If he's not attending to any patients or talking to staff, he seems to be reading- looks like the flavor of this month for literature is fantasy. And sometimes, he even seems to be talking to the book]

Oh come on Buttercup my beautiful flower, there's no way he'll actually release him. Jeez...

[And so on. Rest assured guys, this is a professional medic here. You can tell by the lab coat. ]

Comments

Zelos get out of Alvin's clothing. You'll confuse him :(

[cradlerobbed]

[ After getting himself mostly settled in and his questions more or less answered, Jude did the one thing he could think of doing here. He went and found the clinic he'd overheard people mentioning.

He hasn't given up on looking for a way out of this world, but he's also realizing there's only so much time you can dedicate to sitting around trying to think up possible escape methods, and sometimes you need something else to occupy your free time. Besides, even if he's got his own world to take care of, that doesn't mean he doesn't still want to offer the people here what help he can, so...

Here he was ready to volunteer his time, only to come across this guy.

He's not exactly sure what he's reading, but Jude approaches the desk and clears his throat. ]

Excuse me.

No. Alvin lied about it being a one of a kind scarf

[wilder]

[He hears the guy come in, though he doesn't respond until he reaches the desk. What? It didn't sound like he was hacking up a long or lost a limb. But when he speaks, he'll look up and close the book- holding his place with his finger]

Yo. How can I help you?

Are you trying to suggest Alvin is a liar? PERISH THE THOUGHT!

[cradlerobbed]

[ How does a person sound like they lost a limb? Like what would that sound even be? Endless screaming?

And wow, this guy isn't even planning on fully putting the book down? Jude's not entirely sure what he thinks about that, but he's sure he'd be given hell for something like that when on clinic duty. He's still managing a smile here. ]

This is the Transport clinic, right?

MAYBE I AM!!

[wilder]

[Pretty much! And going "oh god oh god my arm" or sounding like they are hopping on one foot]

And what he doesn't want to go digging for a bookmark for you Jude. Not unless he needs to sew something back on]

That's right. Is there something we can help you with- you don't seem you're injured...

[lazyinlove]

[Here's a new face. And a bit pale at that. There's a slightly shaky teenager standing there staring, a little too dazed and confused to actually attempt to sign in or any such thing. He just watches this conversation with the book for a moment, apparently puzzled. Finally, he clears his throat. Hello?]

[wilder]

[Yeah he's noticing the weird...standing thing going on in the corner of his eye. When the throat clears, he'll look up- oh good it's not a boss!]

Oh hey there! How can I help you?

[lazyinlove]

Yeah. Hi. Uh. I...do you have some...

[The kid shakes his head, losing his train of thought, and shrugs apologetically.]

I don't feel so hot. You guys can fix that here, right?

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest isn't much for spending her time in the clinic in one place; she wanders, through the halls, back and forth. And idle energy that comes from being a traveler and being unaccustomed to remaining in one place. Which is why she finds herself in the front of the reception desk, lost in thought, until Zelos' comment snaps her out of it.

She pauses, considers the feet on the desk, then arches a brow. Professional]

Buttercup?

[wilder]

[He had noticed Tempest was a wanderer with her own bored energy. Everyone spent the time differently he guesses. He glances up whens he speaks, not at all reacting to the raised eyebrow because hey, that's a normal expression people wear at him]

Oh- character in the book. There's some evil guy that's captured her true love or whatever, and she's all 'I'll marry you evil guy if you let him go!'

You know, like that's actually going to happen.

[hyanaimne]

Oh, one of those types of stories?

[she rolls her eyes, moving closer to lean against the desk] Of course it won't. Does it ever?

...Are you reading The Princess Bride.

[pactfulfilled]

[It's one such evening that Asbel swings by the clinic to drop off...well, he's not really sure what it is exactly. Some kind of supplies, he guesses. And they're heavy. This is the sort of thing a person gets himself into by trying to help out all the time. With a grunt, he shoulders open the door, makes a beeline across the lobby, and hefts the box up onto the corner of the reception desk. It drops with a satisfying, muffled thud. ...Whew. Finally. All done.]

[Turning to find someone looking very, very relaxed, Asbel manages a grin.]

Better not let Cheria catch you doing that, Kaneis.

[He can't imagine anyone else around here being scarier when angry.]

mebbe B)

[wilder]

[He'll glance up when he hears the box drop on his desk, seeming amused]

Don't worry, I think I got it figured out how to hear her coming.

[Is he being serious or just saying that, who knows]

You got sucked into hauling supplies again, huh?

Good choice, bro.

[pactfulfilled]

Seriously?

[Maybe he really does, but to Asbel, it seems just a little farfetched. Unless he means after she starts yelling at him, in which case anyone could hear that.]

Well actually, since I was headed this way anyhow, I sort of volunteered.

[Or maybe the idea was suggested to him. Or maybe it was a combination of the two. The funny part is: Asbel doesn't even work for the clinic.]

So, what are you reading? Something about plants? [He'd mentioned buttercups before...]

[pride_of_amarcia]

Oh, hi Kaneis!

*... Zelos, you're pretty sure someone with an arm that bloody is NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SO CHIPPER.*

Kinda skinned myself a little on one arm while building a fan, so~

[wilder]

[he looks up and HOLY CRAP THATS A LOT OF BLOOD FOR A CHEERFUL PERSON]

That's a skinned?! What did you do, shove it into the blades?

[pride_of_amarcia]

Er, something like that, yes.

Cheria's got good spells for this, but...

Evening

[of_the_lake]

[With Lancelot's training came the perils of learning from a man who had very little sense of the word restraint. He regarded Flora, personally, as someone who he had to put the utmost into holding his arm back as much as possible. Despite this and despite the fact that he used a wooden sword, Flora was still very much banged up after their last session.

It turned out that Lancelot still had the inborn habit of striking at one's vitals and hitting Flora straight in the temple with the flat of the wooden sword did more than just knock her out--it gave way to a nasty looking bruise which he scarcely bandaged up properly.

Arriving at the clinic, Lancelot held Flora in his arms, staring towards the receptionist with the appearance of someone who believed the parcel he held in his hands spoke much more than his mouth needed to.]

[wilder]

[He'll look up when he hears someone comes in, looking in surprise at the girl in his arms]

Flora?

[He immediately puts down the book (not really caring about Lancelot's judging look) and stands up to head around the desk]

What happened?

[of_the_lake]

[Maintaining his neutral look, Lancelot held Flora up easily enough while tilting his head in the slightest gesture of confusion.]

She was struck in the temple by a wooden sword and knocked unconscious while we were training. I assume this will require better medical assistance than my untrained hands may be able to provide.

[limitstorm]

[ you know, the funny thing about trying to cast aero spells--

sometimes they knocked you back. so riku stumbled into the clinic, a hand clapped over his left ear, dizzy. stellaluna circled around him worriedly, warbling and leading the way for him to get to the front desk. it was difficult to really stay upright, and riku shook his head idly as he walked, trying to focus and not let his eyes glaze over.

he was... somewhat unhurt. most of him was just fine, but then there were obvious burns, though he didn't seem to pay attention to them. ]

Uh-- [ wait hold on he knew that scent--it was like a massive dose of megaelixir. weakly; ] Kaneis? I didn't know you worked here.

[wilder]

[he looks up when he hears the flapping of Stelluna's wings and someone coming in. Oh no, that squeaky bat. Sigh. He moves to get up since Riku is clearly hurt]

Uh, yeah. I'm one of the people on the nightshift.

What happened to you?

[limitstorm]

What?

[ he mutters blearily. he's aware kaneis said something--he could hear a muffled sound next to him that sounded suspiciously of syllables and he groans. ]

I--I can't hear.

[blossomgale]

[ IT'S PAST SOPHIE'S BEDTIME AND SHE'S NOT EVEN INJURED OR ANYTHING but she is here to visit Kaneis at work. She's carrying what looks like a little small bagged lunch... she thought she should drop off a nighttime snack. ]

Kaneis? I hope I'm not disturbing you...

[wilder]

[He looks up, surprised to see her! Usually Allen's the roommate that comes in here covered in horrible things- so seeing Sophie? Makes him worried]

Sophie?

No- not at all! What's up my dear? Is everything alright?

[blossomgale]

[ If she were injured, she'd be bleeding sparkles. She smiles, looking perfectly fine. ]

Everything's all right. [ She holds up the bag. ] I brought some cookies for you!