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.]

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?

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?

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??]

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?

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.]