[text] @doctorsin [open]

[sulfa]

This is Wade. Doc Hicks and I wanted to put the word out that anyone who needs medical attention now or in the future can find one of us - I'm in Room 310 and Gene's camped out by the bonfire. We're in the process of establishing a clinic in the chapel vestry for the sick and injured. If you have any information on new medical developments from your time or have any medications from the future, please share them.

And lastly: if you go out into the woods, bring one of us along. That's what we're here for.

Comments

@fuckthis

[evocation]

i know super basic stuff, like how to give stitches or whatever, but i don't know any healing magic
but if you guys need any other help just let me know

voice;

[preseance]

Don't suppose you could learn it?

( he likes kyna well enough, an' wade seems to as well. gene's always come easy to trust. she seems like she'd be a level head in a crisis, which is near always a boon. )

An' yeah, stitchin's plenty useful. We'll need as many hands on deck as we can scramble if there's a need.

[evocation]

i can try
i probably won't be good at the bedside manner thing though

[preseance]

( he laughs some, just a soft huff'a noise. )

Oh, don't you worry, I'm a fair hand at that. Between you, me'n'Wade we might end up shakin' out to be about 80 percent of a physician proper.

[evocation]

[Kyna laughs too, though Gene can't hear it.]

isn't 80% dreaming big?
maybe we should aim for like
50

[preseance]

Hey, now. I stand firm on my math.

( they!! are!! competent!! let him have this. )

my html....

[evocation]

okay okay
we'll be total badasses, right?

i saw nothing!!

[preseance]

Is that what we're callin' it now?

( another chuckle. congrats, kyna, you've done the very difficult twice over in one conversation. )

Then I guess so. We ought to make patches.

[evocation]

i can totally make patches
should the little cross be made of swords or something?

[preseance]

What if I just g'on an' leave that to your artistic interpretation? I have faith you'll do right by our newly sworn brotherhood. Personhood.

( his mother was a suffragette, the patriarchy can catch these hands. )

[evocation]

if you've ever seen me draw you'd know that's a mistake
so who's in charge?

[preseance]

Well, Wade'n'me are the same rank, that bein' T4. So I reckon it's only fair if you're the boss, otherwise he an' I'd have to fight for it.

An' just between us, I think he'd be a sore loser.

( he is absolutely saying that 100 percent in jest, probably while looking STRAIGHT AT WADE across the room. )

[evocation]

done
wait, what's t4?

[preseance]

It's a technician rankin'. Means we're both specialists in our field an' got a certain amount of know-how, that bein' the medic'in' thing.

( 'medicking'? medic-ing? those are not words, gene. )

Mostly our boys would address us as 'Doc', but we're NCOs equivalent to sergeants on the ground. Reckon it's about clear as mud to a civilian, because it was 'bout the same to us.

( especially since some units used the technician grades, some stuck with specialist, some added insignia to their patches an' some didn't. lordy, but it was a shitshow an' gene didn't really bother keepin' up with it proper. too busy savin' lives than adherin' strictly to military protocol. )

[evocation]

[It takes Kyna a second to respond, because she's making Wash explain what an NCO is. When she comes back, she switches to voice.]

Okay, so... You actually got to boss people around?

[preseance]

In the right circumstances, yeah. Usually that bein' some manner or other of medical emergency. Lowest medic can pull rank on the highest general if'n there's a need.

( he only pulled rank a few times in the war, once when captain st. amos was refusin' aid after nearly gettin' his fool ass blown off, an' once on their el-tee.

an' then, almost teasingly, )

Why, I don't seem the sort?

[evocation]

[She snickers, but her tone is gently teasing when she responds.]

You like, ooze southern gentleman.

[preseance]

Why thank you. ( too bad this ain't video, he'd sweep his service cap off with a flourish. ) My Ma an' Pa'd be proud to hear it.

( two can play that game!! )

But, ah. Guess things're a bit difference in a crisis, you know? Pleasantries get tossed on out for the utility of the moment. You can't undo death, but y'can apologize for poor manners.

( not that he's ever really rude. even in a situation puttin' its demands on him, he's always stayed calm an' collected, but. he's certainly gotten short with a few fellas. )

[evocation]

No one ever taught me manners.

[This is a lie.]

So I probably shouldn't be in charge.

[preseance]

Ah, you don't even need 'em to be an effective leader.

( carol st amos is just about the most unpleasant s.o.b in all the land, big as a bear an' twice as mean besides, but he's good at what he does an' he loves his men. there ain't a man in love company that doesn't think the good captain would steer them wrong. but gene's heard him cuss a blue streak off a barn, too. )

But if you're sure, maybe Wade'n'me can draw straws.

[evocation]

Nah. Wade can't be the leader because he thinks my jokes are dumb.

[preseance]

What a right scoundrel. I'm appalled, I surely am.

( the mock-indignation is hittin' peak, over here. )

[evocation]

[She lets out a little huff. He's faking, but she'll take it anyway.]

Thank you. He gave me a pity laugh.

[sulfa]

[ why is it because you'll make dick jokes at them ]

That can be taught. Welcome aboard.

[evocation]

yeah, tell my friends that
but thanks