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Meet the Medic [Open Log]

Who: The city's medic and mechanic...and all those who want their injuries tended.
What: The city medic doing what he can for all the new arrivals who've just been through an explosion.
Where: Hospital, located in the Northwest of the city
When: Shortly after arrival. Galos will bring everyone to the city, and show the injured to the hospital. The good medic here will care for any who come in. Don't worry, he can care for Cybertronians too.
Warnings: Only what your characters bring with them.

The hospital is quite large, located in the midst of various houses and apartments. One side is clearly designed for the organic residence, with nice sliding doors opening into a foyer and waiting area. Halls stretch off to the right to various exam rooms where the resident doctor and his apprentices can check on the sick. Down another hall are hospital rooms for those who require an extended stay.

The other side is designed for the robotic residents. The front part is a large garage, which leads to a waiting area. Past that are repair bays with with tables, each repair bay is stocked with tools. The mechanic teams range from human to Cybertronian.

Whether organic or robotic, all those who come to the hospital will see the Paian, the head medic and mechanic.

Paian looked to be nothing more than a normal human plucked out of some Victorian era, steampunk world. Large green goggled hung around his neck and large leather gloves were tucked behind a wide belt. There's nothing really fancy about his dress, he's dressed to work. He's a big guy, and a no-nonsense doctor. Those who come to see him may not his worried frown as he ushers them back to get settled where he can start to work to take care of those injuries.

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[It's the attitude, bro. But that attitude has changed suddenly, so Paian is willing to give him a chance.]

The drones aren't living, they can be repaired without problem. Whatever this is, only seems to affect the living.

Lambda...you're not the first of the new arrivals to say that word. I don't know much about Unicron, but... [He sighs] The Miasma has been around for at least five hundred years, that's how long I've been here, and it was here when I arrived. Nothing has changed with the Miasma itself that I know of. [Tone says he's not ruling out that possibility, though.]

Cat scratch. [Tone is dry.] Only it won't stop bleeding. [He'll unwrap her arm and will get new bandages to wrap it back up, but he'll pause to let Knock Out have a look first. Sure enough, four uneven scratches down her forearm, a couple of them deeper than the others, and all of them oozing blood.]

[The girl gives Knock Out a smile.] Are you a new doctor here?

Lea was aware of the unknown man- probably an employee there- moving off a bit, but all the rest of his attention was focused on Elsa. And that was just as well, because it meant that when she threw her arms around him in a surprisingly strong hug, he was ready for it.

And quite happy to return it, despite the fact that it made a few of the bruises he'd gotten from his rough arrival complain. He rested his cheek gently against her hair, becoming aware as he took a relieved breath that she smelled like fresh snow, with hints of evergreen. He idly wondered if it was perfume or some unconscious trick of her powers, but decided that it suited her either way.

"Hey," he said softly after a long moment spent just holding each other. "Told you those Wayfinders worked."

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again." Harsh, but true. Wayfinders or not. It made her smile though as he mentioned them.

"But I never took it off. I guess you're right." she mumbles. Yeah, she's not really letting go. She was still sifting through her emotional overload. She had so much to tell him: about her sister, about what had happened, about how she missed him, about how they were back. Her eyes are all glossy, trying not to cry with happy and at the same time, disappointed that he'd been ripped away from his life like she had. Again.

So she'll just stay there. Leaning on him. He's warm, and it's a nice feeling considering she'd just gotten off the top of a mountain, again, for what feels like the third time in a week. (No doubt, she'd be going right back up it soon too.)

[After a moment, Jadewing nods a bit, accepting that. The suspicion doesn't quite leave, though. His standard for things being 'good' is unfortunately set rather low, so this still feels strange to him.]

Out of curiosity, does anybody know how all this happened? The chaos energy, I mean. Any idea where it's coming from?

And hmph... not sure what work I could do that'd be actually useful. Comes right down to it, if it doesn't involve shooting things or mild to moderate maintenance work, I don't have that many marketable skills.

[It was the same problem he'd had before; the freedom to do whatever he wanted, but no idea what that even was.

For now though, he just nodded.]

Yeah. If nothing else, I can clean up the mess I made. Besides, even if you don't want anything, I don't like feeling like I owe people.

Thundercracker gave the medic a wry grin devoid of any real humor. "Good thing I'm not one who's easily frightened. Who's in charge of the authorities he-!?"

He shifted, grimacing in pain as shredded, raw wires and connections hanging loose from his wing moorings flopped around with the motion. But then, the sight was worth the pain.

"Jadewing!" Pit, he didn't know if he'd ever been happier to see the younger Seeker. But then another thought occurred to him. "Did you just come from Haven, through an explosion in the Lambda?" If this was "his" Jadewing, that would make sense. If not . . . well . . .

Jadewing couldn't help but wince sympathetically when Thundercracker turned enough that Jade could see his missing wing. That had to hurt.

He was quick to nod in confirmation of his identity though, and even smiled slightly at the question, recognizing it for what it was. "Yeah," he said, approaching to a more comfortable conversational distance. "Though apparently I got off easier than you did; at least my wing was still attached. The frag happened to you?"

The news that they were apparently still in Haven could wait a moment. Right now, Thundercracker was more important.

Afraid not. The Miasma covered everything when we arrived. It was a fight to get it back from the city enough to be safe for people to live. That was about five hundred years ago now.

[He waves a dismissive hand.] There's always work that needs to be done around here, if you're interested in volunteering.

[And he nods to the last.] I understand. You do what you feel you need to.

[He waves a dismissive hand.] There's always work to be done around here, if you're ever interested in volunteering.

I may need a little time to settle in first, but I'd be happy to help.

[He nods] Take all the time you need.

You two take care now.

Lea was always warm. As a matter of fact, he was warmer than most people, with an average body temperature that would qualify as a low grade fever for most, though was perfectly normal for him.

And Lea was perfectly content with Elsa not letting go, and had no intention of doing so himself either. Despite the circumstances that had brought them both here, it felt good. Right. Like he could hold her like this forever and not get tired of it.

He was a bit confused at her words at first, though, until realization hit. "Well," he said, "at least one of us made it home OK, then." He sighed a bit, hoping Sora and Ven had been that lucky too. But he didn't want her to worry about things neither of them could change, so he attempted to shift the topic a bit to something more relevant. "How'd everything go? Are your sister and the kingdom alright now?"

She's content for a while, before she realizes; this is probably alllll kinds of improper. Oh. Whoops.

Nervously she separates from him, in fact, rather embarrassed.

"Sorry, I...what? You didn't---" He didn't make it home, like she had. The floor underneath her feet frosted a little.

"Wh---yes! Yes, I did, she's fine." sheepishly, again, she smiles. The floor crunches underneath her, and she's startled by it. Oh, no, that needs to go. Shuffling her feet to sort of break it up, she finally lets go of him.

"Yes. Arendelle, Anna, they're both just fine, I---I was actually helping her pick out a dress, what seems like only...yesterday." she says shaking her head. Elsa's already plagued with regret for leaving her sister, again, but she'd come back to nothing happening before, she'd go back again, right?

Her lips purse, actually kind of happy, despite the obvious. Taking a page out of Anna's book---

"I. Uh. I missed you." That felt weird actually saying it but yeah. She did. She won't lie.

Thank you again.

[Drift nods and runs off to fret over Wing for the rest of forever]

[Don't fret, you dork! He's fine!]

[He gives the medic a grateful smile and a wave and will slip an arm around Drift's waist as they walk out together.]

[DRIFT CAN'T DO ANYTHING ELSE SO HE'S GONNA FRET OK

HE'S FRETTING RIGHT NOW

but mostly he's trying to walk/cuddle]

[Wing will soothe your worries once they've found a room to crash in]

[/eyebrow waggle?]

[You betcha....only...well maybe. Wing's wing still hurts, and wings are sensitive, man.]

[No eyebrow waggling only recovering and maybe hugs

hippie hugs]

[All the hippie hugs and cuddles.]

Lea would have to disagree with that, as he finds nothing improper about hugging a friend. Or a maybe-more-than-friend. But still, when Elsa pulls away, he doesn't resist, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

He shook his head no in confirmation of the answer to her question, but otherwise refrained from further comment on the subject of his trip here for now. She was the one who actually had things to tell, after all.

"A dress, huh?", he said, smiling a bit. He could tell from the tone that this meant more than just giving her fashion tips. "Well, that's always good news." He paused slightly.

"So, did you change your mind about that Hans guy, or...?" He left the question open, privately hoping there was another answer coming. Lea was hardly in position to comment on the love lives of people he'd never met, but what little Elsa had told him about Prince Hans seemed to him to have 'gold digger' written all over it. Elsa had never mentioned another man in her sister's life, though, so he didn't know who else it could be.

"Me too," he said, rubbing the back of his neck a bit sheepishly. "Or at least, I was worried when I came too and you weren't around. I thought that explosion had screwed up the Firstforged's attempt to send us all back somehow and had no idea what might've happened to anyone but me, Wing, and Knockout."

"Definitely glad to see you again in any case," he said. "And if we have to be stuck somewhere again, at least this time it's somewhere nicer than a cluster of temples to mostly-absent demigods and a big junkpile." He gave a bit of an amused smile. Despite the problems this place was currently having, it was much nicer than the Haven they'd known previously.

Sounds sensible. I'll keep all of this in mind if I ever decide to risk my aft exploring that far out.

[Or she'll just send probes out. That option seems most likely.]

Hmph... figures. Should've known it wouldn't be that easy.

Didn't think humans lived that long though.

[Tiny, squishy things that they are.

Carefully, he slid off the medberth and back onto his feet.]

Alright. May as well get to it. Where's that mop?

"It has it's charms." She mused, so far rather impressed with the hospitality she'd received. Although off put by the idea of being 500 years in the future, Elsa really began to believe she wasn't surprised by much of anything anymore. The mountains were nice, and she'd be a liar if she said she hadn't thought of making a new home up there like she had previously.

She's glad he got her drift regarding dresses; then again, Elsa's still not sure what her feelings are on the matter. Since she's been reunited officially with Anna....well. Elsa missed her terribly, and it shows. Swallowing rather hard she looks almost...disgusted at the mention of Hans.

"That's...a very long story, probably better told somewhere else." she trails off, but not because of disinterest, actually quite the opposite. She's had a bit of an idea, but is hesitant to voice it. Wringing her hands a bit, she clears her throat. Mood whiplash; first Hans now this:

"Perhaps over tea. Or something." again, she trails off. Mumbling somewhat. Embarrassed? Likely. But she'll play it cool, literally.

"If you're not busy. "

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[I don't have an attitude, I have a personality you can't handle. It's hardly my fault.]

We could use them to run some tests. The Lamba was a giant tear in the sky, a rift in the space and time, in the last Cybertron I lived. Be glad you don't know who Unicron is. Knock Out raises and eyebrow a him.] You can't possibly be that old.

[Don't talk to him and don't smile at him, you little she human, he's not interested in small talk.

...]

Yes I arrived here yesterday. What's your name?

[He gives the give and the wound a closed look, studying it.] There's nothing otu of the ordinary. Did you get a sample of her blood?

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TRINE BRO!!! 8D

ALSO TRINE BRO! :D

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Editing for length, I did the first one on my break.

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