OTA Clinic Mingle!

[pellameno]

Who: Anyone!
What: First aid/healing lessons, anyone who needs medical attention.
Where: The Clinic mostly, but potentially anywhere.
When: just after the move, open until the next mingle for anyone to stop by for lessons or treatment
Warnings: possibly injuries?

[ Shortly after the move, once Pell is certain the gods are no longer with them, he puts up another quick post. Text this time: ]

The Clinic has relocated but someone will be here at all times to provide medical attention to those who need it. Note the new indicator on the attached map, or call for help if you are injured and unable to get here.

Anyone who wanted lessons delayed by the involuntary memory transfers, I'll be holding first aid and healing lessons daily at noon, for approximately two hours. If you would prefer a private lesson that can also be arranged. We're still in need of volunteers for emergencies, especially as the gods appear to be missing and our burden may now be greater. Boil the water you gather if possible and stay warm. I don't think it's quite cold enough here to worry about this just yet, but if you believe someone is suffering from hypothermia: blankets and body heat are the best treatment, then warm fluids.

Thank you and be safe.

[ Please don't die, he'd be sad.

((OOC: Anyone can stop by/be brought in at any time to play out treatment, if you get hurt hunting or fall into the frozen lake when drawing water, and first aid lessons can be given by any Clinic staff! The list is here at undersupplied.)) ]

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Pell | OTA for lessons or medical attention!

[pellameno]

[ Anyone who comes into the clinic at noon will see the reception area has new, freshly stocked first aid kits set out. They aren't fancy -- no neat little plastic boxes since those would require a deal, but modest cardboard ones instead. Some shoeboxes, some just other small repurposed ones from the shops, all marked with a cross to indicate medical supplies.

They don't have much to spare right now, but the boxes have a suture kit, some bandages, a small amount of antiseptic and some handmade salves, and wraps for a splint. They're free for the taking, and if people come for lessons Pell has supplies designated for that as well, most of which will be reused because it isn't for actual patients. He doesn't expect to get a crowd, but is here perhaps with another staff member or two, just in case.

Healing lessons are always on offering as well for those magically inclined, though will likely be more personalized. Pell is either in the reception area or the office at these times, and will be listening for the door. The clinic isn't any warmer inside, but there isn't much to be done about that honestly. They'll make do. And of course if someone comes in injured, he'll be back to his normal work.

((OOC: for plotting you can hit me at cuddlebug or Ana#1461 on discord!))]

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin stops by just to check in, and to see how the organizing is going now that Pell is in charge. He's pleased Kate made this choice, thinks the Clinic is in good hands. ]

Pell, how is it going? You managing to keep warm, here? [ He means the staff and any patients. ]

[pellameno]

[ He's doing his best!! At this point he wouldn't quite agree with the faith others are putting in him, but he's working at it. It's been trial by fire, will be more so if they have an emergency. For now he turns and smiles at the visitor. ]

Hello, Curufin. It's good to see you -- we're managing alright, plenty of blankets and all, but I'm cold no matter what in this weather.

[ He lifts his sweater a little to show a hot water bottle tucked there, between it and his shirt. ]

Everyone keeps telling me it isn't even that cold, too.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ That's okay, those others will just keep having faith in Pell! Anyway, that's how all new responsibility is taken on -- in trial by fire. Curufin smiles back. ]

You need another sweater or jacket. I'll look for something when I go to the shops later today. [ That hot water bottle, though, what a good idea! ]

It's not all that cold by my standards, either. But it really depends on what kind of world you come from, what environment is natural to you? [ He's trying to remember what Seel has told him of the climate of his home world. Wasn't it fairly temperate, compared to this tundra? ]

[bloodburdened]

[a sixteen year old girl approaches tentatively wearing what is likely to be very peculiar armor with a sword and a dagger sheathed at her back. she's obviously cold and trying to conceal it as her armor has thin deerskin leggings and no sleeves]

Hello. You are the leader of this Clinic, are you not?

[pellameno]

[ The armor reminds him a little of Henry... a pang of melancholy hits at that but Pell pushes it aside, instead blinking at the girl's exposed arms and thin leggings. ]

I am... you must be freezing, come further in.

[ If she allows it, Pell is going to hustle her into the staff room for a blanket and tea. ]

[bloodburdened]

[Ferelden was often chill, but not the biting cold of this particular world. she's not had the chance to hunt down an animal to make a cloak from yet]

It. . . is a little cold. Thank you.

[she comes in closer, her youth becoming even more evident as she approaches. and she would appreciate both, but she's been set to guard this place against any attackers, human or otherwise]

hey

[ghostlocked]

[Harlan stops by the clinic just after Pell's window for healing and first aid lessons. He doesn't need either of those things and he doesn't want to interrupt training for anyone who does, but he figures Pell won't be hurrying out the door as soon as the two hours have passed. Or maybe he will? Harlan doesn't know the guy very well, but Michael said he was good people. Helpful.

Point is, Harlan shows up in the clinic lobby suddenly, having teleported over because fuck trudging around in the cold. The main area seems to be empty, so Harlan ventures in the direction of the nearest door, knocking softly.]

Hey, Pell? You around?

sup harlan

[pellameno]

[ Pell's in the office, the door only closed about halfway but enough that he isn't visible through where it's ajar. When someone knocks and calls for him specifically, though, he reaches to open it the rest of the way.

It takes him a second, but he recognizes the man standing there and smiles. They've never actually been dead in front of each other like this and in person he's tiny, shorter than Harlan and slight, his long braid hanging over his shoulder. When he opens the door the rest of the way, the room feels a little warmer than the rest of the clinic. ]

Harlan. It's nice to meet you properly. How are you?

[ghostlocked]

[Ah, yeah, Harlan's seen this guy around the clinic before. Cool. He nods at the question, but speeds past the pleasantries to get down to business, in typical Harlan fashion.]

Yeah, you too. Are you busy? I figured I could try to teach you Message.

[He does notice the slight change in temperature and is thoroughly intrigued... If Pell has space heater magic, that's certainly something Harlan wouldn't mind learning in return.]

Lance | OTA

[lifetothefullest]

[Well well well, look who it is.

Lance hasn't been to the Clinic in... Quite awhile, honestly; since he doesn't have an office there, has managed to avoid injury, and hasn't had anyone he needs to visit or treat in an emergency, it's just ended up being quite awhile since he was around. But he's shown up to help even though he didn't end up responding to Pell's post; with the situation like it is, he thinks he should be doing his part and he's both capable in first aid and now wielding a bit of healing magic.

And, of course, his main profession, but he thinks that's probably low on the list of concerns at the moment.

He can be found wandering around, organizing stuff, getting reacquainted with where things are, and also eating a block of uncooked ramen again because that's what he does when there's a potential food shortage. Don't judge him. He can also help out if anyone's minor to moderately injured, though please don't ask him to do surgery.]

[pellameno]

[ Pell isn't even going to object to the ramen, though he can hardly stomach the salt of those himself, but the uncooked noodles? The power being out doesn't mean much to him, he can heat water on his own. They have a stock, and he's planning to boil and filter what's drawn as a reserve from the lake. So when he glances up at the crunching and realizes what it is Lance is eating, raw? ]

Lance... I could cook that for you, you know.

[lifetothefullest]

[Poor Pell. Lance glances up, glancing back down at his uncooked noodle block, crunches the bite he's already taken and swallows it before responding.]

I appreciate the offer, but it's okay. It's kind of like eating a cracker.

[And really not that bad, and certainly not worth the waste of magic.]

[pellameno]

The soup would also be something warm, but if you like it that way who am I to question?

[ He smiles a little, fond, and doesn't argue -- he wouldn't think it a waste to offer a friend some comfort. ]

It's good to see you back here.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she was already in the Clinic when the city moved, taking stock of what they had and what they needed. when the lights went out and she went outside to scope out the situation, she swore bloody murder and spent the better part of five minutes ranting entirely to herself about ice planets, moves that come out of fucking nowhere, and the stupid, stupid gods.

it didn't do jack shit to remedy the situation, but it made her feel better and isn't that the important thing?

of course it is.

oh, and there's a familiar face. one she hasn't seen in way too long. blame her poor social skills for that one. so she marches on over to him, only to see him chewing away on a block of uncooked ramen. what the actual fuck. he'd mentioned doing it to her before, but she never thought she'd see it in action]

That. [she points to the ramen] You actually do do that. Holy shit.

[lifetothefullest]

Why is everyone so shocked by this? Especially here, of all places.

[He looks dramatically annoyed, but it's totally--and clearly--for effect, not genuine.]

[toiletseat_girl]

Because ramen's disgusting to start off with and that's when you cook it. I don't even wanna think about eating it raw.

[and she looks completely and utterly unrepentant and is grateful to him for introducing a little levity into today's shitshow]

Rosen | OTA

[drabsolutelynot]

[Rosen looks more like Jack Frost's grandfather than a medical professional when he finally makes his way into the clinic's new location after the planet move. His hair is windblown in multiple directions, his cheeks pale, his lips already starting to look cracked, and the hem and collar of his dark coat thickly dusted with frost that he tries half-heartedly to shake off at the front door, not wanting to track it in, but also too stiff to really make a good effort.]

It is good to see this place keeps running rain or....well...snow....

[He says it to whoever is nearest to him and tries for a playful smile but with the muscles of his face still mostly frozen he primarily just looks shell shocked]

[pellameno]

[ Pell pokes his head out of the office when he hears someone enter, and offers Rosen a smile for his words. ]

And people keep telling me this is nothing, wait until actual winter -- come in here and warm up, I've got a crystal and water heated for tea.

[ What does that actually mean? Well, Rosen will find out. ]

And there's something I'd like to discuss with you anyway.

[drabsolutelynot]

A crystal?

[His brow arches in question but nonetheless he steps in Pell's direction, eyes darting around the room as though they will find the explanation]

Well I'm happy to discuss anything you need.

Nagito Komaeda | OTA Backdated to 24th cw: suicidal behaviour

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

[Komaeda is one of those people who avoids the clinic as much as he can. Too many bad experiences. However, considering that he promised Yusuke that he would take steps to make himself better, Hope is nowhere to be found and the frozen planet and the lack of warmth are not doing wonders to his already poor health. Regardless of whether or not he deserved to live, he still felt it would be pointless to die like this.

And so he sits in the waiting room in the clinic, his eyes cast down on the floor and his hands clenched. Occasionally, he turns to the entrance, looking like he's trying to decide if he should bolt. However, no matter what, he forces himself to stay put. He has to get this over with if he does not want to die in the worst possible way.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[George has been keeping herself busy, attending to those with frostbite and hypothermia in between bouts of checking and rechecking their dwindling supplies, swearing under her breath every time they don't multiply out of force of will.

she sees the guy sitting there, but he seems kind of skittish, so she doesn't approach at first. but he keeps looking at the entrance like he'd like to be anywhere but here. she figures sooner or later, he really is gonna make a break for it.

better head it off at the pass.

she approaches him]

Hey. Need help?

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

[Ah, someone has seen him. Welp. He has forced himself to stay put. He made a promise to Yusuke.

Komaeda smiles.]

Ah, hello. I understand if I look suspicious. I’m just waiting for someone.

[pellameno]

[ Pell is expecting Komaeda, having spoken to Rosen at this point and then calling the young man to (unfortunately) switch their session over to the clinic. He knows his patient is more comfortable outside of the clinic, but he's going to do everything he can to make this less stressful. Pell himself just can't really be running back and forth much until he adjusts to the cold or gets better winter wear, and they're still short staffed with a higher likelihood of patients coming by. Every spare moment he has is spent trying to save his garden, unfortunately, to keep people fed... it's just easier for Komaeda to come to him, though he knows it's difficult for the other emotionally.

When Pell spots him in the waiting room he offers a warm smile, and motions him up. ]

Nagito? I'm sorry to have asked you to come here instead -- this way. I've got a room warmed.

[hoperulesdespairdrools]

[Komaeda stands up. It's definitely too late now. Well, the sooner he can get it over with, the sooner he can leave. And he's doing this for someone who truly calls him a friend so...

Komaeda smiles, as if he was not looking nervous before.]

Ah! Don't worry about it. I thought you would be busy. I'll try and make sure this session is a short for you as possible.