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she took me back and stitched me up

Date & Time: 9th October and onwards
Location: Clinic
Characters: Donny & open
Summary: follow-on from this network post, but your character doesn't have to have replied to that in order to drop by and give him info or whatever!
(annnnnd eventually it might just turn into a catch-all for later October logs? idk.)
Warnings: Depression, potential mention of death, murder and horribly injuries. Will edit as necessary and feel free to give me a heads up if you'd like to avoid any particular topics in our thread! c:

( Or, perhaps more accurately, the location is really "the place that is being constructed into a clinic." Though he spent a few days dedicated to fiddling in the VR room, he has his retreat there fixed, and there are more important things to focus on. The majority of the time he's in the clinic.

A. Fixing thing up. Right now, hiding his magic seems stupid, rather than helpful, and he's very carefully using his ability to manipulate metal to make the most of the materials that they have, reconfiguring the space to allow for maximum bed space, reinforcing the doorway, making a space for back up generators. There is zero meddling with the external structure, though, because that would obviously just be a really bad idea.

B. Paperwork - working on an inventory, working on patient records, going over notes for appropriate treatment for non-human Transports, trying to organize the (admittedly limited) medical texts that he lugged up on the flight. Save him from this plan or alternatively come and give him more stuff to... file or whatever.

C. Treating people - WHAT DID YOU DO. WHAT DID YOU DO.
Seriously though, what did you do because he needs to know so he can patch you up.

D. - idk man you guys probably have more ideas than I do )

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[ When Apollo had discovered what a blender is and does in the cafeteria that day, she had been fairly excited. Her monster dog, on the hand, had been alarmed and deemed it necessary to attack. Only it was still plugged in and going strong when he did so, which was the reason why there was now currently a woman in the clinic rummaging around in search of bandages and other things she could use to stitch up her dog's injuries. Because well, you know, fuck waiting to see if there was someone around who was actually better at this than she was and all. ]

No, stay. [ Without even looking back, she had heard the dog's footfalls as he tried to enter the room. The second she ordered him to stay, he did; sitting down in the doorway quietly as blood and red-streaked saliva dripped from all the little cuts and lacerations both around and inside his mouth. ] Gimme a minute and then we'll play doctor, okay?

( He's surrounded by a pile of paperwork and scribbling down notes when he hears a voice that he doesn't recognize, glancing up from his corner, backed by shelves. It's not much of an organizational space yet, but he's working on it, although the sound of someone in the clinic is immediately more pressing, so he pushes himself up from the floor and starts moving towards the voice.

For all his slouching, he's a tall guy dressed entirely in black. It might be intimidating if he weren't so terribly... him, hair sticking out in disarray from all his tense tugging at it, absently chewing his lip as he moves towards the voice - too much direction to be a wander, but not exactly striding her way, either. )

H-hey. ( Nervously, his fingers wrap around the metal band on his left wrist, matched by one on his right - too thick and heavy to really be bracelets, but a far cry from shackles or anything of the sort. ) C-can, um-- do you n-need any help?

[ Upon hearing the voice and subsequently realizing that someone actually was in here, she quickly spins around to face him. She's found some bandages at this point so at first, her initial reaction is to assume oh fuck she's been caught robbing someone again, time to bail. ]

Fuck uh, [ But wait. She had a legitimate reason to be here, didn't she? Realizing this, she nods her head in Metalhead's direction. Sitting where Apollo told him to, he remains still and stares at Donny with an almost unsettling intensity. ] Dumbass over there could use a couple things. Y'got somethin' for stitchwork 'round here or what?

( Oh-kay. She's a little... tense. Who isn't tense right now? He swallows quietly, wetting his lips as his gaze follows her nod. His response takes a few seconds, brow stitched up with concern. )

Uh, y-yeah. I'll, um. I c-can d-do it? I'm uh, I'm-- one of the m-medics here, so.

( Yup. He starts to move towards the dog, before glancing back to Apollo, questioning - is that okay? )

Really? [ It's not totally clear if she's asking if he can really do it or if he's really a medic because he seems so horribly... meek, but when she sees him begin to approach Metalhead she decides to let him give it a go. Metalhead himself is a bit more defensive, standing up and looking as though he's about to start snarling when he sees a stranger approaching - but, ever responsive to Apollo, he drops the behaviour the moment he hears her speak to him. ] Knock it off and c'mere, asshole.

[ The dog pads over, claws clicking against the floor as he comes closer to the stuttering medic who is now being stared at by both the dog and his master. ] So hey though, are you always a big ol' mess of hair and words or what? [ Clearly she still has some concerns, even if she has a weird way of voicing them. ]

[It's not long after their conversation that she wanders into the space they've delegated for the clinic, a faint smile on her face as she looks around. It's not yet complete, but it's comforting to know there's some kind of plan in place if people are hurt, especially with the technology that revives people not working.]

Hey, Donny, it's me! [She doesn't want to distract him from what he's doing, but she doesn't want to stand and watch him without saying anything, either.]

( Donny likes dogs. He likes most animals, actually - they're easier to deal with than people. Less talking, less discomfort. An animal doesn't care if you fail arithmetic or shy away from public speaking. So long as you love them, then they can love you. It's simpler. Crouching down, he holds a hand out for Metalhead to sniff, making no move to touch the dog first.

Although, it's easier to feel like a dog likes you when its owner isn't staring at you like that. ) I'm-- j-just like this.

( Quietly, not even putting enough into it to be defensive. It hardly matters, any more. He has to at least seem to absorb the strikes, or he'll never be as good as Atlas, as what Crystal thought he could be, and right now they need people who can function, not go to pieces the way he does so often. No; Donny swallows, a he watches the dog and his injuries. ) W-what uh, what happened?

[Kang shows up in the early afternoon, remembering to duck at the doorway barely in time. He's hit his head several times already in the human-designed base, and likely has a slight bruise underneath his scales. He spots Donny immediately amongst the piles of paperwork, and winces in sympathy.]

[ Because of the massive size on the dog, when Donny crouches and Metalhead comes within a foot of him, he becomes taller than the human in front of him. Some of his tenseness has gone now though, and he stretches his neck out to give the hand a sniff and even a very brief, experimental lick. ]

Oh. Well, good for you. [ As inconsiderate as she was being, she did actually seem to be a little relieved to hear that. If he was always a jumble of stutters and shyness then it was easier for her to trust he wasn't just intimidated by Metalhead. ]

Your fuckin'... future food machine thing. You know, with the blades and the container? [ For the life of her she couldn't remember what the hell it was called, but she was clearly expecting her shitty description and her hands poorly miming the shape of the blender to be enough. ] Yeah, that. He ate that when it was all vrrrrrr!! or whatever.

[Kelsier, as usual, gives absolutely no warning before he pops into the clinic. He's not terribly interested in giving other people details of his particular medicinal needs. Pewter will suffice, when he doesn't have Saze with him.]

[And Vin would say he was trusting. Kell smiles. A skaa thief never did get far without a healthy dose of paranoia. Even if there were no obligators or Inquisitors here (yet?) it paid to be careful.]

[No, he's here because Donny mentioned metal, and Kelsier wants to know if it's Allomancy.]

Ho. Donny Casey?

[ Caesar isn't actually here to see Donny for anything. Not specifically, anyway. Despite his prowess as the ultimate napper, space doesn't settle well with him. He's not sure why, exactly, but the sudden change in environment hasn't been kind to his ability to sleep anywhere, at any time.

Even though he's been offered help to get to sleep before, back when he first arrived. Of course Collette already knew how bad he was with a place like this, after the initial spaceship theft, but it wasn't a problem he cared to let her worry about, shrugging it off and claiming he'd be fine.

Which is why he's skulking on into the clinic directly after finally becoming fed up with the constant nodding off, only to wake up not even a half hour later, or worse, but nightmares certainly aren't something to bring up.

No, he's just after some kind of sleeping aid, any kind! Preferably without needing to tip anyone off, but... ]

Oh. [ Well, Donny's in here, so so much for that. Donny and his paperwork. ] Hello.

( Okay. Cool. Awesome. ) A blender?

( What? He tried to eat a blender? Oh my God. He huffs quietly, more out of worry than anything else, standing and going to get his med kit. ) Is uh, w-will he let m-me um, check his mouth? I m-mean I'm um, I n-not a vet, b-but--

( Running through the options in his head, if the dog should be sedated so he can take a thorough look, whether he'll need stitches or just bandages, and stitches seems more likely because a blender and--

His head is going too fast for his mouth to keep up and articulate it all, so he just glances at Apollo over his shoulder. ) Uh, he c-could-- get up on this b-bed?

( Ashraf might have words to say about a dog being on a patient bed, but whatever. Donny likes dogs. )

H-hey.

( Quietly, and he doesn't glance her way immediately, juuuuust because he needs to finish this thing. He bites his tongue as he concentrates, heat flaring in the metal that he's trying to manipulate for panelling. )

Uh, h-how are you?

( Suffice to say, Donny has probably looked better. There's a half-finished cup of coffee that's gone cold, and he's tugged his fingers through his hair often enough that it's rumpled, sticking out in different directions. The sound of footsteps grabs his attention, and he glances to--

oh. Wow. Yeah, if he hadn't seen Kang on the network he might have been a touch alarmed. As it is, he just sort of watches for a second, and offers a belated wave. ) Um, h-hi-- K-Kang, right?

( Wincing, internally. He can't be like this, he needs to be better than this, but this is all he has to work with. )

( Storage space, that was going to be an issue. They needed to balance storage space and work space, although paperwork didn't necessarily need to happen on site, it might just be more convenient. He's got a little pile of scrap metal, has been shifting a wall and reworking it, reshaping, and right now he's making shelves and storage for patient records and everything else.

He's a little focused on that when he hears his name, and almost jumps - but somehow manages to avoid it, instead looking over his shoulder. There's a shelf of metal being forged in the air, suspended. )

Yup. I m-mean uh, y-yes. Hi.

[She watches with interest as he finishes, giving him a smile once he's completed the task.]

I'm good! How about you? That was pretty cool, whatever you were doing.

[His footsteps sound a bit different from a human's: heavier, with claws that tap against the hard floor. He's become used to stares even after people see him on the network, well aware that it's not the same seeing him in person. So, he simply nods and steps further into the room.]

Donny. You look like you've seen better days.

Kelsier. A pleasure.

[He steps into the room, mistcloak swishing around him, looking intently at the metal Donny's working.]

That's a clever trick, friend. How are you doing that?

( Sleeping aid, eh? In the Casey household that's called whiskey.

No, just kidding. That's in the Briest household.

At any rate, Donny is blissfully inaware of Caesar's actual reason for being there, and he looks up from his mountain of paperwork and the inventory list, one hand holding his network device so he can go through the lists that others have sent him and make sure the master list is complete. )

Hi? ( A beat. That was helpful, Adonis. ) Uh, c-can-- can I help you?

N-nice-- nice to m-meet you, Kelsier.

( Sounding out the name carefully, because even if he stumbles over the rest, he worries about getting people's names right.

He notices the cloak and wonders if that means he is from the past, or some other world, some times more chivalrous and if he should bow. It's a little difficult to bow when you are suspending metal, though, and he looks sort of ruefully at the shelf before he let's is slowly descend to the floor, cooling as it goes.

Even as the word friend sets him on edge - too often used as mockery - he reminds himself to turn, that he cannot be Adonis and that the Transports need something closer to Atlas now, even if Atlas has proved to be nothing more than wishful thinking. Somehow he musters a slight smile, inclines his head in a bow, even if it isn't the low bow of reverence he'd offer to Anne and Victoria. )

Elemental m-magic? I um, do earth and f-fire m-magic, so-- yup.

( How very Atlas, some quiet part of him whispers scornfully in his own head. )

[ Can this guy even talk right?

Oh well. Caesar doesn't balk at just strolling on further into the clinic, shrugging as he goes. ]

Maybe. Where's the medicine being kept? I just need to grab something and then I'll be on my way.

[Kelsier hasn't met many skaa who stutter, and something in the words reminds him of Lestibournes, the boy he renamed Spook. Lefting where I'm born, in the street dialect wasn't a good name. Wherever his uncle had picked him up from hadn't been a good place to be.]

[As such, he smiles disarmingly at Donny.]

"Kell" is fine.

[Stephanie uses it, and he supposes it's different, in the future, people are perhaps freer with such things, which suits him just fine.]

There's no need for [he gestures. The bow, it makes him uncomfortable. Sure. He made himself a prophet, a god, but that's another life.] ceremony.

[Hopping over-]

Magics can do this?

O-okay. ( "Kell," noted. And then-- )

Oh. ( Whoops. For a brief moment he looks mortified, before he catches it, presses it down. Don't. There's no room for Donny any more, only for Atlas. He has to be better. ) Uh, s-sorry.

( This whole trying to not be a stupid loser thing is a work in progress, but at least he looks slightly more convincing than he feels. )

M-my magic. Uh-- at um, at home everyone's m-magic is uh, a l-little different. ( A slight smile, at least. )

Oh, uh.

( Hmm. He looks down at himself, shirt a little rumpled, looks back at Kang with an attempt at a smile. Be Atlas. ) N-no this is um, this is j-just what I look like.

( Self-mocking humour can at least come a little more naturally. One thing he does note, as he pushes himself up, is the difference between Kang's height and the door, even if he wasn't looking to see Kang duck. )

Are, um-- s-sorry ( he can't help the apologies, either ) b-but are all the doors, um...

( he wants to say too small but is suddenly grinding to a halt as he wonders if that's rude. )

[He waves off the apology. No need. Enough has frightened this poor boy. Kelsier just smiles at him encouragingly, a tad more genuine than usual.]

This is incredible, far beyond people from my home. What else can you do?

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she took me back and stitched me up

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we can do what we want!!!

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a! kind of w/e you know what's going down

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a little of column B with a little of column D i guess

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DO I THOUGH?

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YOU SHOULD

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no only one column is allowed how dare

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i do what i want

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