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[red_medic]

Characters: RED Medic and...?
Location: The park
Time: March 15th
Style: prose or action
Status: open

Working with a bubble that displayed all his thoughts had been... Difficult. Not just did it distract the patients he talked to, but also it could get quite... Well. Embarassing. Especially when he got bored. Or... Distracted. Not many patients valued the sight of themselves cut open and mutilated on their doctor's examination table for some reason or another.

That was why Medic had taken to insert more breaks into his work schedule. Breaks he would use to clear his mind and concentrate on keeping himself and his thoughts in check.

Which was hard. Hard enough to make the mercenary twitchy. His mind and thoughts just used to be the one place where he always could live out any idea that came to him without anyone bothering him about it. But now they were all open to everyone.

Reason enough to take the day off and spend it somewhere quiet. Somewhere where he could let his mind wander or just try to keep that annoying bubble as clear as humanly possible. And as Medic sat at the edge of a small lake in the park, the bubble displayed but one thing: Itself.

Comments

[red_medic]

Ah, ja, I zhink he mentioned you vhen I met him at zhe hospital.

[Medic nods and the bubbles displays his past conversation with the man that he first met in the body of a large peacock.]

He told me about zhe vorld you come from. I... I am zhe Medic. Nize to meet you correctly at last.

[bufudine]

[A ripple flows through Serph's bubble when the Medic mentions Cielo telling him about the Junkyard, but nothing more. He nods in acknowledgement of the Medic's introduction. The Medic sounds more like a title than a name, but Serph isn't about to question it.]

Are you bothered by the curse?

[A lot of people have been, so he'd like to know straight up whether the Medic would prefer it if he pretends not to see what goes on in his bubble.]

[red_medic]

[He glances up towards the floating bubble, then offers a shrug.]

I guess ozhers are more bozhered by it. I personally deem it more distracting zhan anyzhing else. Especially at vork. Ein patient zhat knows axectly vhat zheir doctor zhinks ist... Vell. Hard to handle at times.

[And as if on clue, a collection of shocked to utterly disturbed and creeped-out faces flash through the bubble.]

[bufudine]

[Serph examines the Medic's bubble, his own bubble momentarily reflecting the same contents before rippling back to calm waters. He's admittedly a little curious about the cause, which represents itself as a lazy ripple across his bubble.]

Why's that?

[red_medic]

You need to keep in mind vhat I vork as.

[He sighs mildly.]

People tell me the symptoms of vhatever makes zhem feel sick for me to find out vhat it ist zhey are suffering from. Und I haff been vorking in zhis field for several decades now, so of course...

[Medic just mentions up towards the bubble that now puts an assortment of sick, wounded and maimed people on open display.]

Being somevhat useful at finding zhe correct treatment often requires some experienze. People tend to forget zhat...

[bufudine]

[Serph glances at the bubble. Oh, yeah, that's true isn't it? He's not disturbed by the scenes at all, having seen similar things in his own world, but civilians might not have the stomach for that.

He nods in understanding.]

How is your friend?

[Serph's bubble conjures a memory from their time in the forest during the fairy tale curse.]

[red_medic]

[Medic is somehow glad about the change of topic, but at the same time freezes for a moment at the mentioning of Rhi'a, being well aware that his bubble gave a decent rundown on the girl. Her face, her playing the piano, approaching him in flight with her wings out, dancing, looking confused, same confusion turning into interest and said interest becoming a happy smile. And even if Medic had prefered these bits rather hidden away, one kiss or another makes its appereance as well.

The man just coughs, glancing away for a moment before simply closing his eyes and nodding.]

Ja. She ist... Doing vell. Danke. If you und Cielo had not helped me back zhen...

[He shakes his head briefly before looking at Serph again.]

I am in your debt for vhat you did.

[bufudine]

[Serph's reaction to Medic's memories is pretty much "Oh. Okay then." A ♥? appears in his bubble briefly, before it gently ripples back to still waters.

He shakes his head.]

It's no trouble. You needed help.

[Helping people is what he wants to do with his life as he fights his way to Nirvana.]

[red_medic]

[He taps his chin for a moment, but still nods.]

Still. If zhere ist a vay I can repay you, do not hesitate to tell me. Vizh my two colleagues zhat haff shown up heir as vell I am able to offer more zhan just medical assistanze as vell shall zhe need arise.

[There are a few quick images of the Spy as well as the Heavy to be seen and even a short shot of Italy whirling through the kitchen of the base before the bubble quiets down again. Medic doesn't quite mention the nation, though.]

[bufudine]

[However, Serph's attention has been caught by the third person, who seems quite... different from the other two. His bubble ripples to repeat that short shot of Italy whirling through the kitchen.]

Who was the last person?

[...And what is he doing?]

[red_medic]

[Medic frowns for a moment, then coughs.]

Zhat ist... Italy. He lives at our base und... Vell. He spends most of zhe day in zhe kitchen oder cleaning.