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[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

[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.

[preseance]

Our Wade? Irwin Wade? Christ o'Lordy, speakin' of manners.

You give me just one minute, Miss Kyna, an' I'll go an' avenge your honour.

( there's a sound as gene puts his tablet down, and then a brief rustle, and then the sound of somethin' bein' tossed. it was probably a pen. )

[evocation]

[She sounds positively delighted now.]

What did you do?

[preseance]

( in an utterly casual deadpan, )

Chucked a pen at his head. Ah reckon he's been thoroughly chastised on your account.

( the accent gets worse when he's bein' playful. sorry, kyna, you'll need a babelfish before too long if this keeps up. )

[evocation]

You're the best. Too bad there's no lockers to shove him into.

[preseance]

( that gets a laugh. )

All right, all right, that might be pushin' it. But ain't no harm in givin' the fella a hard time.

[evocation]

He's a big boy, he can handle it.

[And thus Wade's life got worse.]

What's the first lesson, anyway?

[preseance]

We talkin' medics or manners?

( there has been much discussion of teaching kyna valuable life skills, help a fella out. )

[evocation]

Uh... I meant the medic stuff, but now I wanna know what you'll say about manners.

[preseance]

( HE WAS TEASING, KYNA, GOSH. )

First lesson can happen any time you think you're feelin' up for it. I ain't about to wait for everybody to be ready, it'd shake out 'bout as well as herdin' cats in a hurricane.

As to manners, well. How's your curtsy? Hear that's real important for the ladies.

[evocation]

[She lets out a snort of a laugh.]

I've never curtsied in my life.

[preseance]

Well there you have it. You oughta practice that one. I'll even show you how, I hear tell my curtsy's impeccable.

[evocation]

If I actually see you curtsy, I'll totally practice.

[preseance]

Well, you just saunter on down to the clinic then, an' I'll show you. It's all in the ankle, really.

( funny thing about bein' in an active warzone s'long as he has, you tend to fill your dance card with other fellas, an' take turns playin' the lady's part. you bet your ass he curtsies. )

[evocation]

It's in the chapel, right?

[preseance]

Yes ma'am.