Meet the Medic in his natural habitat

[red_medic]

Characters: RED Medic and whoever wants to spend this lovely day at the hospital I guess. Colleagues, Patients, friends... Feel free to bother him and keep him from doing his work.
Location: The hospital.
Time: Feb 14th
Style: Action or prose, both is fine.
Status: open

To some, valentines day was some sort of holiday. But to Medic at least this was just another day to spend at work. Especially with the curse business and all being over for the time being.

So for the duration of this day, the mercenary can be encountered all over the hospital. The hallways, the main entrance, the cafeteria even, the lab or just in his office.

Some things to notice about Medic's office: Archimedes is in there. You may not see the bird, but the soft cooing can be heard quite clearly. On his desk are the many pieces of a dismantled syringe gun and on a counter on the wall one might notice a strange device as well as Medic's übersaw and the amputator. Mounted up on a rail above the examination table is the medigun, producing a low buzzing sound most of the time, but every now and then a brief cackle of charged energy runs through the machine. Other than that it's fairly orderly and at least right now harbors now severed heads that beg to be killed.

Anyone that choses to encounter Medic somewhere in the building will, however, meet him carrying a very familiar mug with him. Do not comment about the mug. It was free and he needs his coffee right now.


[[ooc: Please note, that no real medical advice can be given here, however. The mun builds cars for a living. We apologize for any inconveniences~ 8) ]]

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[rainbowarch]

It's not that Cielo doesn't want to celebrate Valentine's Day. It's more that he doesn't know what Valentine's Day is. Or what the whole love and romance thing is, for that matter. So to him, this is simply a business as usual day.

The curse was over, and he was very happy to be himself again. Being a bird was interesting at first, but like with everyone else, the curse got progressively worse as the week went on. Before the curse had hit, Serph had told him to go to and see how he could help out at the clinic, so there he was.

He had just entered when he spotted Medic and immediately recognized him as the stranger from the cave, even without the wizardly getup and the crown.

"Ah, it's you from the forest, ja?"

While Medic never met Cielo as a human, he would probably recognize his voice and Jamaican accent as belonging to that obnoxious peacock that was with the weird fishy goat thing.

[red_medic]

It was, indeed, the other man's voice that told Medic that he knew him from somewhere at least and the mercenary stopped in his stride as well as he stopped tapping the notepad in his hand with the pen he held in the other. There was a brief pause as he studied the stranger. But finally, he nodded.

"Korrekt. If I am not mistaken... You vere zhe peacock?"

Medic would be lying if he would be claiming to not be intrigued by this encounter. This person had been a fairly large bird. Or just: A bird. A bird capable of flight that had experienced a bird's anatomy first-hand.

Without hesitating much, Medic offered his hand to the other "I do not zhink ve introduzed ourselves properly zhat time. I am zhe Medic."

[rainbowarch]

Medic? A fitting name for someone who worked in a hospital. Speaking of hospitals, this place was huge. Cielo was only familiar with small structures or portions of a building being dedicated for medical purposes and often an injured or sick person rested in his own bed. It was pretty amazing that there was a building of this size could be dedicated to healing. But, he supposed, with no Tribes and an entire functioning city to look after, you needed a place of this size.

"Ja, I was the peacock," he nodded, happy to have been remembered. "I'm Cielo."

And then he just kind of. Stares at Medic's hand. Why is he holding it out like that?

...is he supposed to do something with it?

[red_medic]

While a slight awkwardness filled the pause, Medic just raised a single eyebrow at the other before drawing his hand back towards himself and letting out a short cough while deciding to file this away under cultural differences.

"...vell. It ist nize to meet you again, Herr Cielo. But I may ask vhat it ist zhat brings you hier, to zhe hospital?"

He did not appear to be sick or injured. So he was either visiting another patient, or he was looking for work.

[rainbowarch]

Whoops, he totally messed that one up didn't he? Cielo thought that maybe he should ask somebody about it later. What do you do when somebody holds their hand out to you for apparently no reason? There's so many things that people here do that are strange.

"Well, Serph...he was the goat, ja? Serph, he told me to come here and help since I know how to heal. That was back when Zelda was asking for help with the Defense Force. I was going to come earlier, but then that curse thing happened. So I guess it's...uh..." He pauses and crosses his arms. What was that word? "...a job, ja?"

Cielo's pretty sure that things here are run differently as well. There's no war, so what kind of things do people need treatment for? He imagines there's a lot more sickness and non combat related injuries.

[red_medic]

There was a nod from the German at the response "Ah, I see. Ja, zhe clinic ist somevhat understaffed actually, I am sure you vill be able to find a job hier." he turned halfway and gestured towards the counter "All you pretty much need to do ist go over zhere und tell zhem zhat you are interesting in vorking at zhis plaze."

He paused a moment, then asked "Vhat sort of healing are you trained in anyvay, if I may ask?"

[rainbowarch]

That sounded simple enough. Cielo didn't think he knew enough to be a full fledged doctor, but a helper of some kind suited him very well. He thought he heard someone call the position a "nurse."

"I come from a place where there was a lot of fighting, so I'm good with patching up combat related injuries," he started, sounding a bit like he was making a report. Everyone knew some basic first aid, as some quick treatment could be the difference between saving or losing a comrade. The knowledge came in handy several times when he was injured out on scouting missions. "Also sometimes took care of some sick comrades. And I also can use healing magic. I could show you that if you want."

It was nice to have the opportunity to put those that Diarama spell to use here.

[invoker]

Mitsuru chose to wander into the hospital today. It was part of Vatheon that she didn't really have a need to visit per se, but she felt like she needed to know what it was like regardless. Just in case she needed to bring someone there.

She's sitting in the cafeteria, legs crossed and looking down at the cup of murky liquid that was placed in front of her disapprovingly. This was meant to be coffee?

[red_medic]

"Fräulein Mitsuru?"

Medic stopped as he passed a rather familiar looking woman while crossing through the cafeteria after picking up some more coffee for himself. He hadn't seen her in this place before, so the mercenary was quite sure she didn't work at the clinic.

"Vhat brings you hier?"

[invoker]

"Herr Medic."

She replies with something that resembles a hint of a smile on her face. Noticing the mug, but deciding not to make any comment about it, she stands up and makes her way over to him. (the coffee of course, being left rather unceremoniously on her table)

"I was simply having a look around."

[red_medic]

"Looking around? Vell, zhat might be one reason to come to a hospital." Medic commented and bowed his head slightly in greeting "If you are looking for anyzhing spezific, zhen maybe I could be of assistanze?"

Medic himself didn't mind the coffee too much. His colleagues back at Hydro called worse stuff coffee, so the taste was tolerable.

[invoker]

"I'm on the Defense Force. It wouldn't do for me to have at least a perfunctory knowledge of what's in this bubble." Mitsuru nods back, surveying the cafeteria. "Do you work here? I understand that you're not the most conventional of medics so perhaps a hospital was probably the last place I thought I'd be seeing you."

[red_medic]

"Conventional?" Medic chuckled a little at that, but then shrugged "Nein, probably not. It surely ist different zhan healing people on a battlefield und focusing on just keeping zhem alive a little longer to extend zhe time zhey haff to kill zhe opponent und reduze zhe time zhey spend in respawn." a brief tilt of his head "But, ja. I vork hier. It helps to keep me busy. Und vizh zertain... Projects."

Sure. He had his personal lab back in the freshly set up RED base, but working at the clinic also gave him access to certain resources he needed to even consider working.

[savemegermany]

Valentine's Day was a pretty big thing for the very affectionate Italy, and since he doesn't really date (only flirt. a lot.), he's going to give things to his friends! And who better to give things than his awesome roommate who is totally not an evil step-brother.

Speaking of curses, Italy was now in his usual blue uniform. No more dress and bloomers, even if it was cute. He didn't mind. But that wasn't really the point.

Point was, Italy was now poking around the hospital until he finds Medic to give him something that smells really good. He has a basket in his hands with a cloth over the top. You can bet it's homemade.

[red_medic]

Medic spotted the nation in one of the hallways and frowned a little at the sight. One day he would have to speak with Italy about his uniform. At times it was just somewhat... Disturbing to see the male wandering around in it all day.

But right now what was much more interesting to know was: What was Italy doing here?

So the German caught up with the nation with little effort and, in fact, blinked briefly "Italy? Vhat brings you hierher?"

[savemegermany]

Italy's time was filled with WWII, so it was really the only thing he knew at the time. He did, however, like being fashionable, so changing attire was hardly an issue.

Italy grinned broadly and offered the basket to his taller friend. "Happy Valentine's Day! I made you some bread and muffins!"

[red_medic]

Confusion was plastered all over the man's face at that and he even backed away a little. Valentine's...? Oh.

Right.

He tended to forget about that holiday.

And yet he still blinked when he lifted a hand to take the basket "Ah... Danke. Zhough zhat vas not nezessary, you know." But, well. Those clearly smelled good! Medic perked a brow "You made zhese yourself? You should probably consider opening eine bakery, you know?"

[savemegermany]

"Ve, no reason I couldn't bake something for my friend~," Italy smiled. "I made it fresh this morning!" Friends were very important to him, after all. And while he hasn't known Medic very long, he was still a friend. He'd rescued Italy and given him a very nice place to live. He didn't have to live alone. Living alone was so lonely. Italy didn't want to be lonely.

He tapped a finger on his chin. "I never thought of opening a bakery." He just liked to cook and bake. He liked to paint too. With as much free time as he had here, it wouldn't be a bad idea. It'd be something fun to keep him entertained. He could do something useful instead of always being so useless.

[red_medic]

"Oh, I am sure zhe people in zhis zity vould love zhese." the man commented while looking over the fresh food "Zhey actually remind me of vhen I vas young..." and a small frown formed on his forehead. He didn't think back often. Actually, MEdic preferred to not think back at all.

The man actually was silent for a few moments before his eyes finally found their way back to the nation "Maybe... Maybe you should just give it a try? You haff plenty of time hier to try out all sorts of zhings."

[gun_symphony]

[Medic will not hear the door open, nor will he hear the dragonkin stealthily enter his office while he's not there and leave a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers on his desk. Yes, she knows how the man is supposedly to do all that stuff, but look how many fucks she gives.

Anyway, once all the items are in place on his desk, she will proceed to find a perfect hiding spot and wait for him to come back, doing her best not to giggle.]

[red_medic]

[When Medic comes back he walks over to his desk to set down his notepad when he notices the items that previously haven't been there for sure.]

Was zum...?!

[All the confusion goes here, really.]

[gun_symphony]

[Perfect! He looked so confused. Which, of course, put a smile on the dragon's face. It took her all she had not to laugh at the reaction. Slowly and quietly makes her way out of her hiding spot. Once freed, she sneaks until she's in the prime position and...

proceeds to ran at Medic and give him a BIG HUG from the back, her head placed comfortably on Medic's shoulder with her arms wrapped around his neck. Heck, she's practically hanging from him, since he is a good seven inches taller.]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, MEDIC!

[red_medic]

Yargs!!

[Medic yelps and freezes on the spot, obviously caught off-guard by this sudden sneak attack. For a moment he would have even claimed that his heart just stopped.

But the realization that this was not an actual attack and that he actually knew that voice settles in soon enough and he relaxes enough to turn his head a little.]

R-Rhi'a...?

[Oh. Now this is unexpected.]

[gun_symphony]

Yep, it's me!

[Arms are still wrapped around his neck tightly in a hug, the dragonkin is still smiling from ear to ear. But after a few minutes, she lets go of the German and proceeds to walk over and meet him face to face.]

So, do you like the gifts I got you?

I've been like totally dead yesterday, sorry... =___=

[red_medic]

[There is the slightest flinch when she lets go of him and Medic still looks a little dumbfounded when she is standing right in front of him.]

Ah... Gifts? You mean-

[He glances over to his desk.]

-oh.

[Brief pause.]

Oh! I... I haff to admit, zhis ist... Unexpected. Doch, ja. I mean... Zhank you.

[Another pause. Followed by realization.]

But... I am afraid, I...

[Right. Again he was out of a present himself. Again he forgot a holiday. He grimaces, suddenly feeling an unfamiliar twinge of guilt. Tilting his head a little to the right, he heached his hand up to her face halfway, giving in to this sudden, apologetic urge.]

I am sorry, but I haff nozhing for you.