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Rollie's practiced medicine under a lot of adverse conditions: in tents, in huts, in sandstorms, in war zones, and hell, one time even in a cave. But he's never before practiced medicine in a yurt.
"What in the god damn motherfucking hell is this?" he says, rubbing his chilly hands together briskly as he stares at it.
He shouldn't have been surprised. After all, he woke up that morning to find that the island had graced them with a sudden winter after all. But even finding his home once again turned into something else while he was sleeping hadn't really prepared him to find his clinic similarly transformed. Somehow he'd imagined it would be, if not the usual open-air hut, if not something familiar, then at least something to match the magnificent architecture of the compound.
Apparently it was not meant to be. But no matter what it looks like, it's still a clinic and he's still planning on staffing it just like any other day.
"Well, fuck," he says, and braces his fresh box of supplies under one arm as he opens the door to see what other surprises are in store for him.
[ ooc: the sattelite clinic, in addition to now being a yurt, is also now stocked with a limited amount of winter wear, mostly mittens, scarves and hats in various hideous designs from the clothing box ]
"What in the god damn motherfucking hell is this?" he says, rubbing his chilly hands together briskly as he stares at it.
He shouldn't have been surprised. After all, he woke up that morning to find that the island had graced them with a sudden winter after all. But even finding his home once again turned into something else while he was sleeping hadn't really prepared him to find his clinic similarly transformed. Somehow he'd imagined it would be, if not the usual open-air hut, if not something familiar, then at least something to match the magnificent architecture of the compound.
Apparently it was not meant to be. But no matter what it looks like, it's still a clinic and he's still planning on staffing it just like any other day.
"Well, fuck," he says, and braces his fresh box of supplies under one arm as he opens the door to see what other surprises are in store for him.
[ ooc: the sattelite clinic, in addition to now being a yurt, is also now stocked with a limited amount of winter wear, mostly mittens, scarves and hats in various hideous designs from the clothing box ]