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 The clinic is fully outfitted with medical supplies, mushy and terrible hospital food (as well as jello and pudding), outdated magazines, a few books, a deck of cards, a VHS collection with a VCR and best of all?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!]

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OTA | Anytime during the mutiny

[wilder]

[A]

[Kaneis was on shift when it all started going down. He wasn't really sure what was going down, only knowing the things that others would tell him. It was a bit worrying to say the least. This whole month sure seemed determined to be awful]

[On top of that, being stuck in the clinic wasn't something he liked. It made him feel trapped, like there was nowhere to run. He doesn't want to make his unease so obvious as to pace, but he's definitely hanging around places, getting fidgety, and reorganizing things that were probably organized already.]

[B]

[Or maybe you might catch him in an exam room, where it seems like he's trying to practice air magic and channeling, but nothing is actually happening- much to his frustration]

Oh come on- seriously?!

B~

[ardor]

[Leaning against the door frame, Kallen can't help but chuckle to herself as he huffs like a frustrated child.]

Hey.

[wilder]

[RUDE. But he'll turn when he hears himself being addressed. Did she see that lame display? Embarrassing. Time to play it cool]

Hey...I take it we're still stuck here?

A

[ladyofrivendell]

[He may be trying to hide his unease but it's something that Celebrian notices. Were she a much younger elf and unused to reading body language, it wouldn't have been her to notice. She walks over to his side and lightly lays a hand on his shoulder.]

You are anxious.

[She keeps her voice very soft. Just enough for the two of them.]

[wilder]

[He'll turn when he feels a hand on his shoulder, looking over at her. It was an elf, though not one he recognizes- how many worked at this clinic?]

Heh...I guess a little. Aren't you?

[A] i guess?

[promises_to_keep]

[Lea doesn't really want to pull Kaneis away from someone who actually needs help, but he definitely wants to go harass him as soon as possible. Since he's got a shiny new name now, anybody who knew him as Axel won't know he's back unless he goes and tells them, right? He just wants to make sure you're well informed, buddy. There's a decent hustle and bustle in the clinic, but it doesn't seem like anybody's dying or anything, so Lea just sort of slips down a hallway and pokes his head into a few rooms looking for his fellow redhead.

[He finally spots him in what's probably an employee only area, but hey, you guys need better signage okay? Kaneis appears to be eating a cup of pudding, and not sharing, and that's just rude. He leans in the doorway and folds his arms, then clears his throat when he's not noticed right away.]

I'm not sure you're qualified to operate on that pudding, man; maybe you should let a professional take over.

1/2

[wilder]

[He was enjoying his break time (or rather, break away from human beings before he smashed a tray on them), when he looks up. He's definitely surprised to see who it is]

Axel?

[wilder]

...And hell no. This is my pudding.

ota! (patient... and vendor???)

[aheroipray]

a) wake up, sunshine
[ now, back in eorzea, if she ever landed herself in a healer's tent or at the conjurer's guild for something besides delivering supplies, it was grave. it was horrible. she'd gotten bruises and wounds like that, all goreish and bloody; she'd been proud of her endeavors and every mistake.

to be in the clinic because of her echo is embarrassing. they say she passed out for a full day--she can't help but be mortified. hadn't she gotten better at withstanding her echoes? how come they'd suddenly gotten worse? was it because she wasn't in eorzea anymore, and the comforting light of hydaelyn was no longer present in her life? she thought of the crystals she'd accumulated, and shook her head to herself.

she was still... drowsy. she didn't quite feel inside of her skin, and quietly looked around. smacking her lips together, she raked her hands through her hair, and gave a startled yell when realizing two things: the first being that her hair was out of her pigtails, the second--her earrings were off. ]

By the Twelve! Where are my earrings?

[ that is definitely her biggest concern. ]

b) make you better/faster/stronger
[ weakness went away easily back in her world; but not so here.

she understands this now, and even if it makes her annoyed, she doesn't fight too much. there's a battle raging on that she doesn't understand, and this kind of infighting is something she can't stand. instead, she nestles herself in her covers and tries to ignore the pounding of her head and heart and strange images she doesn't really grasp by doing three things.

she makes fabric, leather, and sews them together.

some of her previous clients may find her here, either working on their garments, or on new projects. she's quiet, though, and if you want to stay and watch, she doesn't mind. her chocobo lays on the floor, curled up into a ball and snoozing. he's well-tempered. ... for now. ]

B

[wilder]

[It was time to check up on the patients, and being stuck in here? Zelos is more than eager to do that. And so he'll head to her bed- raising an eyebrow at the sewing and the bird]

What's you got going on over here?

[aheroipray]

[ she glances up quick from her bed before looking back down. the cloth she has in her hands is long and prettily patterned; it's too long to be anything besides a scarf or a sash. ]

Simply keeping my time, healer.

A

[chosenfake]

[Luke startles when she does, fumbling and dropping the book he's reading.]

Whoa! Y-you're-- you're awake! Are you okay?!

[He hadn't gotten her name, exactly, before she suddenly passed out and he had to gingerly carry her to safety. Even now, he's blaming himself-- he looks like he wants to check her temperature, but his hand falters and he ends up wrinkling the loose fabric of his pants instead.]

[aheroipray]

[ ahh??

she blinks at luke for a second, and then her face turns to confusion and shock--horror, even, before she presses a hand against her chest. her expression dissipates, and she looks away from him, gripping the sheets of the bed. ]

Yes. [ she gives a nod. her hair fans down her back and over her shoulders, and she frowns at it, and turns that frown towards luke, serious. ]

I am. This type of reaction is, ah... [ she rubs the back of her neck. ] ... expected, when experiencing an Echo.

OTA: Anytime.

[timewalking]

A: 16th-17th) Living in Silvermoon taught Kirian much about keeping his head down and leaving things be as they happened around him. He could clearly remember a time, when the Magisters had the run of the city, when all sorts of things happened that he didn't personally care for. Or, perhaps, that one might consider...extreme.

And though he was a timewalker, and didn't care for the Initiative's modus operandi of mucking up the timeways, well...nor was he passionate enough to put himself on the line.

Cowardly, perhaps, but a tree didn't grow tall by leaning to every breeze.

He sighed, walking through the clinic with a pile of folders in one arm, not using his cane as much today, but keeping it in his hand in case things escalated.

B: 18th-19th) There was quite enough of this foolishness. Kirian, though his face looked much younger than he was, he had more than a millennium of life than most of these people here.

He frowned, not for the first time this hour, and not the last, and sighed to himself, cursing under his breath in Thalassian.

"Sun-forsaken children, all of them."

Much like the Horde and Alliance squabbling in his homeland, he regarded them as children, too self-absorbed to leave things well enough alone. Though, for the first two days, he might have secretly agreed with the mutineers, by now, he was simply weary of it.

He let go of a stack of files, the folders floating in the air and glowing light purple before shelving themselves, each compartment filled with folders standing perfectly upright and in place.

At least here, he would have order.

B

[wilder]

Kaneis thought very little of the mutiny. Sure, he had no love for the Initiative. They've done a lot of things to make him neither trust or like them. But that didn't mean he would be any ally to the mutineers, not in the least. After all, there wasn't any guarantee they wouldn't be just as bad in power. And so, he chooses the easy way and picks no sides.

It's easy enough for him to do, what with the clinic remaining neutral. It didn't matter to them all that much who was in charge after all: both sides bleed the same way.

Still, this sure was dragging on, and he was getting pretty sick that they were still caught in the middle of everything. Sick, and bored enough that he'll actually speak up to the neat-freak boss when he hears him mutter something.

"Sorry, did you say something?"

OTA

[cradlerobbed]

A.

[ This is definitely not how Jude expected to be spending his day. He wasn't even on duty when he decided to stop by and check how things were going in the clinic. It wasn't exactly necessary, but it's something Jude likes to do from time to time. He trusts the rest of the staff, but there's always something comforting about seeing things with your own eyes.

And now the irony is he's locked inside and he won't be able to see much of anything for awhile, because he's gotten himself stuck inside.

He's keeping calm though, doing his best to take inventory of supplies while he's trapped, but every few seconds he wanders over to the door, before wander to another section of the clinic to make sure things are in order. It's quickly starting to become a weird routine with him. ]

B.

[ Eventually Jude's settled about ten feet away from the door, and he's watching in intently. He's trying to figure out any sort of identifiable pattern with it so he can make a break for it and see how things are going out there. ]

a.

[voidshift]

[Rynlan can understand being restless- Light knows he's feeling it a bit himself, honestly. But the pacing is beginning to get to him, ears twitching irritatedly as he watches Jude wander to the door again.]

Felsakes, it hasn't fixed itself in the last half minute. You're going to wear a rut in the floor at this rate.

B

[wilder]

[After speaking with some of the mutineers about access for clinic people, Zelos is approaching Jude.]

Hey Jude. You're tiny and look like you're not doing anything useful- come here. I wanna see if you fit in an airduct.

ota, anytime!

[voidshift]

(a, early on)

[He knew it. He absolutely knew that being stuck on the moon, surrounded by all of this damnable technology, was going to screw them over sooner or later-- and it seems it's sooner. Rynlan is dealing with that as best he can; if there are gravity problems, well, he floats everywhere anyway. Lighting problems are solved (at least temporarily, and for a small area) by the golden glow that calling the Light to his hands provides, but for the most part? He's around, grumbling quietly every time an issue pops up--]

This is exactly what relying on mechanics over magic gets you, you know. Matter of time before this Light-forsaken place started going haywire.

(b, for bothering later)

[And once he's got a better picture of just what those problems were about... well. He isn't one to take sides, he's hardly been around long enough to charge headlong into defense of either, so this is where he's going to stay. Where he's from, this sort of incident is so rarely solved without some sort of bloodshed, and that's nothing he wants any part of in person.

Instead he's keeping himself occupied in any downtime he has by weaving strands of shadow together. The shadow he casts is pooled at his feet, trailing up into braided strands that hang from his fingers as he idly knits them together, letting the whole chain dissolve into purple wisps once it's finished and starting a new pattern. There's no reason not to keep his hands busy while he keeps an eye and an ear on the area.]

OTA | after restored gravity & before tablets are turned back on

[ensorceler]

[ Of course it's when the doors that Anne stops outside of the clinic, trying not to openly gnaw on her lower lip at the minor inconvenience. Minor only for the gift Jesse had once bestowed upon her and still not taken back. She has seen that her charge is secure with a strong friend, but she does not know the state of all. It is once the gravity has returned, but before the tablets are back on, that Anne first risks leaving her apartment for the dangers of the halls.

She feels like a ghost at first, with all the lights off and none about, at least most of the time. Any who she might come across, she must be careful for not knowing which side they to be on. Which side is she on? Her own, of course.

So it's with her gaze forcefully as steady as her steps that Anne focuses and walks forward, right through the temporarily jammed doors and into the clinic itself where others are woefully trapped with power most unreliable. As much as she feels a ghost, even with the deep reds and greens of her gown, she might be just as hard to spot as one with the lights not working. It might not help that she doesn't announce herself, remaining intangible for not knowing the political state of the clinic, and moving to make sure none of her friends are hurt or stuck. As she had helped assemble the first-aid kits, she might know some ... or simply startle others. ]

[wilder]

[Zelos was sitting at the desk, getting rather irked that this was all going down when-]

Holy crap!!

[Don't mind him as he nearly falls out of his chair because a woman JUST WALKED THROUGH THE WALL]

OTA | Any time and day

[ladyofrivendell]

[A]

[Celebrian spends much of her time in the clinic since the incident with the zombies. Half out of a desire to ensure that she could help where she's most need and half because it was safest. And maybe a little because it's the easiest place for Galadriel, Fili and Kili to find her if they need to. So it's no surprise that she's among the others trapped in the clinic when the doors were shut.

It doesn't bother her that she's stuck in here. Not much, at least. There are people trapped outside the clinic that could be hurt and she can't do anything for that. Still, she'll do what she can for the people inside.

Whether you're hurt or not, you will find Celebrian somewhere in the clinic, tending to someone or calming others, whether through talking or soft singing. She's trying to keep busy.]

[B]

[Or maybe you'll find her sitting off to the side, leaning her head back with eyes closed and just thinking. Relaxing really. Or perhaps she's found a pen and paper and is sketching.]

B

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel says nothing, just sits beside her and places a hand on her shoulder.]

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?