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CLINIC LOG: MUTINY TIME

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 The clinic is fully outfitted with medical supplies, mushy and terrible hospital food (as well as jello and pudding), outdated magazines, a few books, a deck of cards, a VHS collection with a VCR and best of all?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

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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. ]

[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?

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

Hey.

[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?

Unless your miniature temper tantrum was about something else, then yeah.

[She pushes herself so she's standing upright and shrugs.]

Long time no talk.

Yeah...it has been awhile.

[He gives a little shrug, might as well confess]

My air magic seems to be acting up. That's all.

[ 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: 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.

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?"

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, 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.]

Yeah? You seem pretty good at it- I'm jealous.

[ she flusters; her cheeks get red and she pokes herself with her needle, though she doesn't flinch or start, just frowning at the bead of blood. ]

Are you? [ she finally looks back over at him. ] Do you not think you'd be good at it?

[Oh right, don't compliment people while they have needles in their hands. I forgot]

Heh...sorry.

[And he gives a shrug] Not really. All these months practicing and the best I can manage is a repairing some tears.

[ yeah sheesh kaneis what are you even doing

she shakes her head and for a moment, she looks uncomfortable, pulling on her hair. it's loose and she's unused to it. but after a moment, rubbing the blood away on a small piece of spare cloth, she opens her palms to him. ]

Come, come, let me see your hands, healer.

[he looks a bit confused; not giving them just yet]

My hands?

So I can see what type of person you are.

[ she inclines her head a bit. ]

I can't read it off your face, after all. Eyes may be the windows to the soul, but they've not touched the world around them.

[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.]

[He seems to hesitate for a moment, before pulling the gloves off his hands, putting the gloves in his coat pocket, and offering his hands to her. He almost seems a touch awkward doing so. He preferred to keep them gloved, after all.]

[The hands themselves don't have any scars. Most of them seem to be smooth, pale skin- the sort of soft hands you'd find on someone of leisure. However, the fingers seem to wreck that. Callouses on areas of the fingers where one would hold a sword, nails cut down to close to the skin and skin rough enough to show that maybe it wasn't always the case- but he seems to be using them for a lot of work these days]

How's that?

[ 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.

[ when she does cup his hands, for a moment she just intakes a breath, like a shiver. part of this is testing herself--it doesn't seem like another echo will be triggered, now. allumette can't help but be thankful. if memories here are so powerful, she needs to be more in control of her powers. she focuses on his hands, however, scooting to the edge of her bed. her own hands are very rough and calloused, scarred everywhere. it seems only the tips of her fingers are actually soft. deep scars are at the palms of her hands.

and of course--they're about half the size of kaneis' hands, maybe smaller. ]

You've found yourself doing work without your gloves, I see. You're a gladiator, aren't you--a man who holds a sword or dagger, we call them gladiators, in my world.

Work was not much of a lifestyle, was it?

[That horrified expression makes him draw back, giving her space. Maybe she's scared of him after all. He seems a trace skeptical, though maybe she can explain what happened. He sure can't.]

What's an echo? Are you sick?

[And why did you look at him like he killed your family?]

[ slowly; ]

I'm not ill.

An Echo... it is the power I was given from [ a falter; ] birth. [ or so she thinks. ] It is the ability to peer inside another's mind, to experience what they've experienced for a short while. A memory. It is involuntary! Minfilia said it was, ah, common... for it to be taxing on a body.

I... I seem to have seen a memory of yours.

[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.

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