OTA Clinic Mingle!

[pellameno]

Who: anyone!
What: fixing up anyone who needs medical attention, as well as first aid and/or healing lessons
Where: the clinic mostly, but potentially anywhere
When: from the STAMPEDE on, open until the next mingle for anyone to stop by
Warnings: possibly injuries

[ Stampeding wildlife seems like it's going to cause a few injuries, so why not a place to get patched up afterwards? The Clinic Mingle is here for all your needs and then some. Just want to come by and chat with your fellow staff, or a friend on staff? It works for that too. First aid or healing lessons? Hoping for a new supply kit? Got a headache you can't shake? Or did you just fall into the lake or hang out outside a bit too long and think you might have hypothermia? Come on in! Anyone just looking to help out is also very much welcome. ]

((For reference: the staff list is here at undersupplied.))

Comments

Connor | OTA

[missiondeterminant]

[Connor's not at all happy to be here, and would've preferred to go to the Lab for this, but he didn't want to accidentally lead one of the creatures in that direction. He also wasn't sure if the Lab would have what he needed, at least immediately, but surely the Clinic would, right?

Maybe not, but he's committed now.

He slips silently into the Clinic, left hand pressed hard against his right arm; because his clothes are dark and he has a thick jacket on, it might be difficult to tell immediately that the blood soaking through is blue instead of red, but it'll be apparent soon enough to whoever helps.]

I need some sort of clamp.

[He says it calmly enough to the first person who looks like they work here, because at least he doesn't feel any pain. Not that all the warning messages and the thirium volume percentage displaying in his vision are exactly pleasant, but it's a different kind of distress than a human might be feeling.]

[pellameno]

[ Pell isn't waiting in the office to hear the door today. No, he's in reception, looking out the window worriedly... he's useless against the massive creatures charging through the city, in all likelihood helpless to do anything besides run if they decided to come this way. He's never even seen animals so big before this planet, let alone been in a stampede. So he's inside worrying, and when he sees someone approaching clutching their arm he rushes for a kit and towel.

Except then the stranger asks, very specifically, for a clamp.

When someone is bleeding, you don't argue. Even if, as Pell hesitates and considers the request, he realizes that the blood isn't red. Being inhuman isn't a surprise, exactly -- but he's fairly certain that. Well. A clamp? Pell may not have much mechanical knowledge but he can put the pieces together, especially under pressure. ]

--right. Here, will this one work?

[ He rummages in the kit for a moment, pulling out a set of standard surgical clamps. He doesn't know exactly what is being clamped, but if it's a vessel of some sort that should do it. ]

[missiondeterminant]

[It's nice not to get any argument, because he's definitely not in the mood for any justifications; the surgical clamps are perfect, and he gives a small nod of both acknowledgement and thanks.

It's already too late to save the whole 'I'm human, really' thing, so he just gives a brief glance around the room to make sure they're more or less alone before letting go of his arm long enough to shrug off his jacket, pulling the sleeve of his sweater up to expose his arm and that fact that he definitely got a little too close to some teeth. Most of his arm is shiny white and silvery plastic, a few holes showing the deep blue circuitry under the surface and one in particular spilling thirium everywhere.

Pressing against his arm in the correct place causes a panel to slide completely open, exposing the main issue of a severed cable, and he reaches in to overlap the cables enough that they could both be clamped at the same time; that's certainly not a proper repair, but it'll stop the thirium loss for now and that's the most important thing. But he'll need Pell's help, so--]

Can you do it? It won't hurt me.

[If he's worried about anything like that. It's also pretty impossible to mess up what needs to be done, so there's that too.]

[mysophobic]

[ Oh my god?! You sure are bleeding there Connor. Now Shigeru doesn't know too much about robots and androids but when does finally come up to see Connor he might give a surprised look. He doesn't actually know if Connor is human or not, after all this is a strange planet filled with people of all sorts of races. So his immediate reaction isn't exactly surprised due to the blue blood seeping through his sleeves.

Shigeru motions for him to take a seat with his hands. After he'll pull out his device to write the other a message to read. ]

Please take a seat!! [ Shigeru is probably more worried about Connor than Connor is... ]

Are you in any pain?

[missiondeterminant]

[This is someone Connor doesn't recognize, but that doesn't mean much; he might be new or Connor might not have been paying attention, or both. He's been keeping mostly to himself lately.

But although he doesn't know him, Connor can't really afford to be picky at the moment. He takes a seat as indicated, watching as Shigeru pulls out his phone, eyebrows furrowed a little as he tries to figure out why, and it isn't totally answered by the message but he at least has an idea.

He concentrates a moment, wirelessly linking with his own phone and sending a message to Shigeru's.]

I'm not in pain. The bleeding is the concern.

Could you hear me if I spoke out loud, or should I continue sending messages?

[He isn't sure if Shigeru is texting because he can't hear, can't speak, both, or neither, and so he's trying to cover all options here.]

cecily trevelyan ; closed to dima and shigeru

[closerift]

[ The promise of some way to use her other arm again - whatever that may entail - has had the Inquisitor in high spirits lately. When DiMA contacts her and asks for her to come to the clinic to have the staff get a read of her...vitals, or something, she practically springs her way there. ]

Hello? [ There are more people here than she'd expected, and for a wild few seconds, she worries they'll be too busy for her little appointment. It's not an injury that needs tending, or anything: there are more important things.

(That doesn't stop her hoping, though.) ]

DiMA?

[offloaded]

[ DiMA is waiting quietly in reception, and stands up when he hears his name to see Cecily. Excellent -- they haven't come by at the best time, some class is about to happen, but he's been assured someone can see her. He offers a smile and wave of his skeletal hand. ]

Miss Tre-- Cecily. It's good to see you again. I have nearly completed my design but need to know where to put the contacts, and thought a physician could best assist with finding the nerves and intact muscles. They said to wait in the exam room and someone knowledgable would be right in.

[ He can sense her eagerness, and so leads the way. To his surprise, there's already someone in the room, but they're not a patient -- the doctor, perhaps? ]

Oh, hello. Are you Shigeru?

[mysophobic]

[ Shigeru is used to being busy but that is with more people and staff present. It at least keeps his hands busy and that's only a good thing because of his phobia. He's been on edge since arriving here but he's slowly getting used to the lack of cleaning supplies.

Still he meets with DiMA and Cecily with a bright smile as he enters the room. He'll nod silently as he takes out a notepad and jots something down. ]

Yes that's correct! I'm Shigeru and you must be Cecily and DiMA, right?

[ Androids aren't something that are too strange in his world. After all they help harvest and explore dangerous miasma filled lands back home. DiMA's appearance is bit more...unconventional than he's used to but he doesn't seem to make aware his surprise. ]

Knock Out | OTA

[redcosmedic]

[ Someone's finally directed Knock Out to stop by the Clinic and check it out, which intrigues him especially now that he's learned there are multiple inorganics here. It's also the first time he's considered his unwilling shrinkage to his current 8' height to be anything less than an affront, seeing as how it more closely matches the rest of the residents height here. There's much less he'd have been able to offer if he were his regular size, with potential patients being the size of one servo.

So for the moment he's just poking around, and taking the opportunity to address anyone who happens to be wandering by. ]

Who's in charge around here?

[itsnotaonesie]

[God, isn't unwilling shrinkage the worst?

Anyway, the person Knock Out pulls over first in unhelpful in every way. In fact, he's actively making a mess of the place since he went and got himself chomped up by some of those bitey mammoth monsters. Webbing only does so much by way of bandaging wounds ok. Despite his collection of injuries, he seems to be cautiously peeking around corners and into doors when this robot buddy stops him.]

Wow, you're big. Aaand that is a very good question. I just know that my roommates work here, sorry man.

[redcosmedic]

[ The VERY worst!! Knock Out surveys him critically, and then pronounces: ]

You're leaking.

And I'm supposed to be larger, thank you. Something happened when I arrived here, apparently it happens to anyone taller than the Door's dimensions.

[ Doesn't mean he's not huffy about it. ]

If you're looking for your roommates, why are you checking in drawers?

[pellameno]

[ Pell hears the door and peeks out of the exam room he was cleaning from the last patient -- they're sure seeing .a lot of injuries right now. He's keeping up so far, though his expression is worried at the thought of another so soon after the last. Just how many of these mammoths are in the city?

However, the person who's entered doesn't seem to be a patient. He doesn't look injured anyway, but Pell supposes appearances could be deceiving. Still, the last robot he 'treated' earlier today was bleeding, of a sort.

He steps out properly, coming back into the reception area and pulling himself up to his full height, a modest 5'4" that requires him to look up at Knock Out. Way up. ]

That would be me, these days. May I help you?

[redcosmedic]

[ Knock Out is giving the reception area a deliberate look over before answering, but then focuses on Pell with an apparently satisfied nod. The mech is not in fact injured, but he had the wise sense to stay well away from the stampeding beasts and didn't really expand any effort to keep other people from getting in their way either; he hasn't been here long enough to care about anyone's safety except perhaps Starscream's (mostly on pain of getting a null ray shot in the back otherwise). ]

I was told there was a medical facility here, I came to see it. I'm the CMO aboard the Nemesis. My name is Knock Out.

[hot_mes]

[Law doesn't make it back to the clinic until after Knock Out has gotten the lowdown from Pell, so when he blunders through the door and straight into a damn robot, it takes a moment for him to process what he's seeing. Now, he's met Starscream, so it's not like this is unusual, but...

...give him as second, he's internally vibrating with glee. Real robots!]

Uh...

[also not apologetic for barging in]

Something I can do for you?

[redcosmedic]

Hey! Watch the finish!

[ The retort seems almost automatic, before Knock Out gives Law a mild glare. ]

I was getting some information about the medical facilities here. Professional interest.

Who are you?

Peter Parker | OTA (Heads up for blood and injuries, all that fun stuff)

[itsnotaonesie]

[Hey Peter, be careful while you're out there fighting monsters, don't get all chomped up and bleed everywhere okay? "YEAH I KNOW I'LL BE CAREFUL IT'S FIIIIIINE."

I mean no, its not fine. He's definitely been chomped on a few times. A forearm, a shoulder, a thigh, this boy has gotten into Some Shit over the past couple days. The good news is that he managed to not get any chunks ripped off. Maybe he just didn't taste good, maybe the mammoths aren't into radioactive spider blood. Either way, he managed to get away with only having to deal with a few (dozen) puncture wounds. Thanks to his accelerated healing, his oldest wounds are already on the mend, but the whole blood loss thing is really slowing him down to the point where he was finally like "yeah okay maybe I should take a break". He should have taken a break after the first bite, but this is Peter Parker we're talking about and he doesn't always make the best decisions when it comes to his own personal well being.

And so, here is Peter, rolling into the clinic (probably through a window) and looking to get himself patched up. He is making a bit of an effort to avoid all of his housemates that work in the clinic, since he promised them that he'd be more careful after the last time he rolled up on them while bleeding out. He's doing kind of a horrible job of that. He's also doing a horrible job at stealth on account of the fact that he's exhausted from all the fighting and the fact that he hasn't like slept at all. And also his blood's coming out.

Before he starts poking around looking for a medic, he's just going to take a nap in one of the chairs in the little foyer waiting room. It's not the best idea, but the guy's tired. SOOOOO What's up clinic??]

[toiletseat_girl]

[and of course George ultimately found her way here. fighting the monsters was cool and all, but she's better at healing. so she's here, slapping on bandages to the lesser injuries, doing stitches on the greater ones.

and of fucking course Peter vaults his way into the place and lands in a motherfucking chair of all things, what the hell? these wounds do not require elevation! so stop that! and get out of the chair!

...it occurs to her that words would help.

so she goes over and as kindly as she can, she says]

Get the fuck outta that chair and into a bed, now.

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter was THIS close to napville, when he hears George's voice next to him. It startles him awake and he reflexively moves to leap out of his seat, but as luck would have it he just ends up slipping on his own blood and landing on his ass next to the chair. He's not fighting monsters, he doesn't have to be graceful right now.

Also he is 10000% embarrassed so he is not even going to take his mask off yet. DON'T LOOK AT MEEEE.]

What? Oh, um. H-eeeeey. I'm fine. What'd you say?

after knock out's patched peter up

[pellameno]

[ Don't think you're off the hook just because someone else took care of you this time, Peter. Pell is lingering in the doorway, waiting for the medic to finish up, eyeing his little brother all bandaged up and the blood-soaked Spider suit beside him. He thanks their robot pal, then comes right up to the edge of Peter's cot and quirks an eyebrow at him. ]

You look like they were using you as a chew toy, Peter.

Will Graham | Ota

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ Will didn't venture out towards the Clinic all that often, he prefers attempting to tend to his own wounds, for if anyone offered him help, Will usually replied with shrugged 'whatevers' anyways.

Though he had a few superficial wounds of his own, Will wasn't here to get help, no, he was here to watch, to see other people's injuries instead. Might sound strange, maybe even kind of creepy, but this was Will Graham after all.

Perhaps he was feeling a little homesick? Lonely even (not that he'd actually attempt reaching out and engaging other) whatever it was, Will had an urge that just couldn't be filled alone. He needed to see the problems people were attending the clinic with, he needed to see what was causing them toil and discomfort- What their design had been... He wanted to make sure he still had it... His empathy.

Worming and winding his way around the clinic, popping his nose into places it wasn't really needed. Just a curious guy passing by, tipping his glasses down and taking a good look before closing his eyes and just, well, just standing there. ]

Ah... Em, don't mind me?

[itsnotaonesie]

[Not currently being supervised, Peter was looking to take this opportunity to suit up again and sneak back out of the clinic to go, y'know, beat up mammoths and try to help people. He hasn't quite made it that far yet for a couple of reasons. One, he's still really exhausted, so he's moving a bit sluggishly to begin with. Two, his suit is ruined. Bloody and full of holes, it's kind of gross and he is really hesitant to slap that mess back onto his body.

So, when Will creeps in, Peter's standing there in nothing more than his boxers and several bandages, holding a kind of gory looking Spider-Man costume up like he just rolled in after the worst Halloween party ever. Or the best Halloween party ever, it really depends on your perspective. He glances over at this random-ass dude, and he's just silent for a moment before finally replying.]

Oh, no, it's cool. Just like, hang there. That's not even weird at all. Seriously though, do you need a doctor or something?

[pellameno]

[ Pell runs into Will turning the corner out of the supply room, while the man is peering into a (currently empty) exam room. He stops, blinks, then promptly starts to worry, looking Will over for injuries. Did he get caught in the stampede? Pell doesn't currently have a patient, was just restocking the last room he'd seen one in, but there's a smear of blood on his cheek and he looks and feels tired. Both just from a lack of rest and from using his energy so constantly for the past few days. The injured keep coming. But it's the concern that's most notable in his expression now. ]

Will? Are you alright?

[toiletseat_girl]

[she spots Will kind of . . . wandering and figures that it must be a Will thing, no big deal.

but then he keeps wandering and looking and she notices the superficial wounds on him and fuck it, she's going over to him to find out what the hell is wrong. in the nicest possible way]

Hey, Will. Got a question? Or a problem?

Trafalgar Law, late with no coffee but OPEN

[hot_mes]

[It's the kind of scenario that the clinic's staff has been created for - injuries everywhere, field triage and clinic work both. Law has been flitting back and forth, going out when calls for help are closer to his position and then returning to the clinic proper for the more serious injuries. He may not have instant magic healing powers, but his ability and his knowledge make him the most skilled surgeon in this world, and anyone treated by him will end up with little to no scarring and faster heal-times. The tradeoff is his absolutely horrible bedside manner.

Once the stampede is over, anyone needing additional care, checkups, or completely non-stampede-related care is welcome to poke at him. He's not around as frequently as in recent months but he's also the one likely to be around at odd hours, for those who don't want their hurts and troubles seen by their friends, other healers, or just anyone in general. Just ask Yusuke, he's pretty good at not spilling your secrets. Mostly.]

[pellameno]

[ They've been busy, that's for sure, at the Clinic itself and out in the field, though most of the staff is non-combatants camped out here. So when Pell checks to see who's come in and registers that it's Law and not a patient (he doesn't look hurt, anyway) relief crosses his expression. It's late enough he was hoping no one was out trying to herd mammoths in the dark but you never know in Hadriel. ]

Law. Welcome back -- how's it been looking out there?

[ He may have hardly had a chance to leave at all, the past day, and seems tired. But! ]

I've got tea, if you'd like some. We're officially out of coffee.