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exsiliumlogs2013-10-08 04:31 pm
anotheryosuke) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-08 04:31 pm
[Closed] The Boy Who Cried Werewolf
Date & Time: Back at the beginning of October!
Location: What passes for an infirmary/clinic around here at this point in time...
Characters: Teshigawara Naoya (anotheryosuke) & Richter Abend (enduringwinter)
Summary: Healers are apparently a thing that exists. Gosh, who knew?
Warnings: Naoya being Naoya, possible grumpy redheads /o/
[There's not much to distinguish the infirmary from any other room.
... At least, he thinks it's the infirmary. Probably. It's sterile-looking enough (but so is every other room, considering the space station look achieves that by default), if a little dusty, and there are syringes and what might be horse or elephant or kraken tranquilizer and what is definitely ointment.
What the place is lacking is people. Naoya did get some minor treatment for the claw marks across his arm and side, but he had to freaking track down what remained of the Initiative to get anything done, and that had already taken up most of his energy.
So, once he's told to stay put in the possibly-infirmary, he does so with remarkable obedience. In fact, he does so with such gusto that he probably would have fallen asleep in there if everything hadn't hurt a little. Or a lot, but who's keeping track?
As it is, walking in, you'd probably be hard-put to spot him. Paranoia has him cramming himself into the coziest small cranny he could find, which happens to be part of one of the supply cupboards. The room itself is dark save for emergency lighting, though the floor is remarkably clear given how the place isn't even quite in commission.
On the bright side, the gravity is working.]
Location: What passes for an infirmary/clinic around here at this point in time...
Characters: Teshigawara Naoya (
anotheryosuke) & Richter Abend (enduringwinter)Summary: Healers are apparently a thing that exists. Gosh, who knew?
Warnings: Naoya being Naoya, possible grumpy redheads /o/
[There's not much to distinguish the infirmary from any other room.
... At least, he thinks it's the infirmary. Probably. It's sterile-looking enough (but so is every other room, considering the space station look achieves that by default), if a little dusty, and there are syringes and what might be horse or elephant or kraken tranquilizer and what is definitely ointment.
What the place is lacking is people. Naoya did get some minor treatment for the claw marks across his arm and side, but he had to freaking track down what remained of the Initiative to get anything done, and that had already taken up most of his energy.
So, once he's told to stay put in the possibly-infirmary, he does so with remarkable obedience. In fact, he does so with such gusto that he probably would have fallen asleep in there if everything hadn't hurt a little. Or a lot, but who's keeping track?
As it is, walking in, you'd probably be hard-put to spot him. Paranoia has him cramming himself into the coziest small cranny he could find, which happens to be part of one of the supply cupboards. The room itself is dark save for emergency lighting, though the floor is remarkably clear given how the place isn't even quite in commission.
On the bright side, the gravity is working.]