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 The clinic is fully outfitted with medical supplies, mushy and terrible hospital food (as well as jello and pudding), outdated magazines, a few books, a deck of cards, a VHS collection with a VCR and best of all?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

[wilder]

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

[promises_to_keep]

[Lea wags a finger at him.]

Firstly, it's Lea now. Secondly, rude, this is a medical facility, ain't it? I'm clearly suffering from severe pudding deficiency and you are obligated to treat me.

[wilder]

Lea? You changed your name to Lea?

[That's possibly even dumber than Kaneis...]

And not when I'm on my break, I'm not. There's other medical professions who are on duty to help you out with your suffering.

[promises_to_keep]

[Lea gives him a mock glower.] Nice to see you too.

[He hooks his foot around the nearest chair and pulls it out, spinning it around to sit backwards in it. Then he clicks his tongue.]

I didn't change my name--Lea's always been my name. I just... went by my middle name for a while, you might say. [Ugh, this is so hard to explain.] Decided it was time for a change.

[wilder]

[.....]

Wait your name is Lea Axel? What's your last name?

[promises_to_keep]

[......]

Beeswax. As in, none of yours. Gonna check my tax returns or something? [Wait, was he expected to pay taxes on the munny Heartless dropped? Sheesh, he hopes not.] What's yours?

[wilder]

[He shrugs with a smirk!] Major.

And hey, I can't help being curious okay?

[promises_to_keep]

Major? Should I salute?

[He does, casually, and then chortles.]

I haven't really used my family name in a long time. Like over ten years. Hardly feels like mine anymore anyway.

So how's things? I mean, you know, besides the local coup d'etat and all.

[wilder]

Oh yeah, I've never heard that one before.

[Okay, so he hasn't but details]

Ah, gotcha.

[he shrugs] Well, we're on the moon and the food sucks. But we're alive. What about you?

[promises_to_keep]

[Lea rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly; it isn't like he's ashamed of the name or anything. Frankly he just doesn't really want to be associated with it. He's not even sure his parents are still alive. Did they return to Radiant Garden when it was restored? Did Isa's?

[Oh he's so not thinking about this right now. Pokerface on.]

Heh, me? I'm... well, alive. [More than he was before, in a manner of speaking.] And often find myself lost in this place--I don't get it. I'm great navigating wide open spaces, but put me in a building with hallways and I'm just hopeless. [Searching C.O. was a nightmare.]

[wilder]

Heh. [he gives a faint smirk. Still not much of a smiler anymore, this one.] I know what you mean, I keep getting lost too. Not to mention, a nagging feeling like we're trapped in some small place.

[It could be just his angel instincts since most of the hallways are too small for him to even extend his full wingspan- but whatever]

[promises_to_keep]

[His eyes wing toward the ceiling uncertainly, and he makes a slightly nervous noise.]

Yeah, it is a little claustrophobic, huh. [He snaps a hand out and makes an attempt to swipe a fingerful of pudding--don't worry, his hands are clean, gosh.]

I AM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE

[wilder]

[Oh my god you don't just take someone's pudding! He lets him do it because fine I guess you're Sheena's roommate BUT HE IS NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT]

Just a little. I prefer wide open spaces.