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[goodofmankind]

Who: Otto Octavius & whoever stops by in the clinic. [OPEN]
Where: Clinic at the high school.
When: During the day, Thursday.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe.
Summary: Many feel trapped within the town of Discedo -- although Otto can safely say, he feels trapped after walking about twenty feet.
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[worldrestorer]

The clinic is not without its regular visitors; a regular stream of patients move in and out as they become injured, are treated, and then released. Some appear more often than most, getting old injuries followed up or chronic complaints looked into.

Others, like Otto, are more permanent guests, though not all are so because of enforced confinement.

A familiar patter of tiny feet on concrete resounds in the hallway outside the clinic, audible to those who keep an ear out for such things. The next moment, with a loud thud, the doors slam open as Shyna barrels through them like a football spinning towards the endzone. She's so small that it's the only way she can get them open in a hurry, and poor luck to whoever's unfortunate enough to be on the other side

[goodofmankind]

The doors swinging open so suddenly does make Otto slowly rise to his feet instinctively. Not that he's genuinely expecting an attack or some sort, but an emergency is always possible--

Fortunately, the person coming in is very tiny. And familiar.

"Welcome back," he greets her, fairly surprised.

Otto is slowly but surely making his way to her; he's in no rush, and even if he didn't have his burden, Shyna's still fairly quick. Children and all.

"You're not injured, I hope."

[worldrestorer]

Shyna skids to a stop expertly-- the first time she tried that stunt, she flew clear over three cots and crashed into one of the folding kinds, which nearly slammed shut-- but now she's familiar enough with the layout of the clinic to move nimbly around it. When she hears the doctor's voice, she beams.

"Doctor Octavius!" The girl doesn't look like she is injured, but her hat looks a little worse for wear, and she's sporting a few scratches on her face and clothes-- they're small scratches, for most, but on someone as slight as Shyna, the tears look uncomfortably large. Still, she's in bright spirits, and as she trots over to Otto, she doesn't seem to be bothered.

"I woke up at the wharf," she announces, plopping onto a cot, "And then horrible bat things were chasing me into a tower and then I had to stay there overnight and then Miss Sakura decided to offer her assistance and I managed to get down from there, after all." A pause, for breath. "I didn't know Discedo had a wharf, did you

[goodofmankind]

In any normal setting, cuts could be ignored in general, even at that size. In a place as filthy as Discedo, it's probably better to examine her just in case, clean her up, and put a few good bandages. Better than risking any potential infection.

Still, he smiles back, seemingly very interested in what she has to stay.

Rosie wanted kids someday after his fusion experiment was naturally going to be a success.

"A wharf? Well, I believe I may have heard of it, but I haven't seen it myself." Couldn't be in very good condition, he's willing to guess, but sightseeing is but one of the luxuries he's missing out on. He's glad Shyna enjoyed exploration.

"Those two days missing seem to have put you in a bit of a fix. Glad you're reasonably whole." He grins. "Hold still a moment, would you? But go on; tell me what the wharf was like."

Peroxide; he can't use too much, due to lack of supplies. He gets the bottle and a bit of cloth, pulling up a seat next to Shyna.

[onceahuman]

It was a combination of boredom and wanting to keep her mind busy that led Mona to visiting the library on that day. She had been there many times before, reading all kinds of books on her spare time, which she seemed to have an awful lot lately! Typically, she would take out some books and make her way to some secluded area of the high school so that she could read undisturbed.

Having been reading for almost an hour, she was making her way back to the library to return the books she had taken out. They were mostly about science and physics.

Along the way, she thought about taking a little detour to see how things were doing over in the clinic. Everything seemed to be okay in there... Oh, wasn't that one the new doctors? Otto Oct-something. She'd just call him Otto for now. Yeah, that'd work.

"Oh, hey!" She said, walking up to him. Might as well talk to him and make some conversation! This was the time actually meeting the guy. Huh, he was... a little bit bigger than she would've figured.

[goodofmankind]

Fortunately, Otto hadn't been up to much. Throwing out material for the sake of preventing contamination or attempting to clean with what little supplies they could make do with -- nothing terribly important, fortunately.

He's seen this girl on the network before, but seeing her in person had, temporarily startled him. Not for long, of course.

Otto has had his fair share of unusual matters.

"Good afternoon," he greets her pleasantly. "Are you in need of something?"

He helps himself to a seat, to lessen the burden. Walking for him is, of course, a bit of a chore right now.

[onceahuman]

"Oh, not really." She shakes her head and smiles before adjusting her grip on the books she was carrying. "I was on my way to the library to return these and I wanted to stop by to see if there was anything I could've helped with over here." It didn't look like much was happening, though. Maybe that was a good thing.

A busy clinic meant that there must've been injured people and... yeah.

"There's not much going on, though... Right?"

[asymmetriphobic]

Kid was sick of clinics. He missed his shinigami body, and the ability to just heal after a few hours, if not even just a few minutes. But these things, medical supplies and check-ups and bandages just bothered him.

Especially the bandages on his arm, and the sling keeping his arm from moving too much. He had just gotten them redone yesterday but already he wanted them off already, frustrated with the fact that one arm was bandaged and the other wasn't. It was to asymmetrical. And that bothered him.

With an unhappy look, he walked briskly over to the clinic, frowning.

[goodofmankind]

Kid had been around before (or at least, that's the name that Otto's heard; he hasn't really quite properly introduced himself and all yet). Never a particularly happy patient, of course; not many in the clinic usually are, anyway.

Still, Otto is able to keep in humor.

When he sees Kid, he offers a smile. "Ah, and welcome back to you." For the moment, Otto is standing. This much he can do, at least.

For a little while.

"Need yourself a change again?"

[asymmetriphobic]

Kid would've smiled back if he wasn't so busy being unhappy. Really, all this asymmetry was bothering him. If he could, he would rearrange everything so be perfectly even, as he had for Maka back at Shibusen. He wanted to, he really did, but using so much energy was excessive.

Maybe later, he would.

Instead, he merely looked over at Otto, sighing. "Can I just get them off?" he asked. "I'm not symmetrical with these bandages, I dislike them. Immensely."

[goodofmankind]

"That depends on if your injury is completely healed or not," Otto remarks. "Come, sit. Let me take a look. If you no longer need a change, than you will be ... ah, symmetrical, yes?"

A bit on the obsessive-compulsive side, this one.

Otto is amused a little, at least.

[not_riku_thx]

Normally, this boy wouldn't even entertain the idea of visiting the clinic. Gohl house had developed its ways of operating, and one of them was that doctors typically got called up privately in case of an emergency. It was easier, of course, when they just had Katara for an in-house medic and for minor things. Prydain found himself missing her, sometimes, when he came home with small scrapes and abrasions and had to mess with his bottle of stingy disinfectant and treat things himself to keep it clean, instead of a quick fix waterbending to heal the skin over

[goodofmankind]

"Clinic shenanigans" is the term he's heard around before, and the terminology only brings him a source of amusement. Of course, every day here is a bit of an adventure. Something is always bound to come up, and someone is bound to get themselves hurt in the process.

It's the way of things. People are very reactive.

Otto is behind one of the screens, readjusting his arms and harness to hold them up. It's never comfortable, but it's enough. After some binding, he places his coat back on, looking more or less like a hunchback.

Pushing the screen aside, he takes note of Prydain. The silver hair gives him away, surprisingly, and the gloomy cloud hanging over him. He talked to the boy once over the network and that's been about it. Never in person.

"Something the matter?" There's sort of an edge of... perkiness, so to speak, in how Otto speaks. Understanding, sympathy, and a wry smile.

[not_riku_thx]

Leave it to doctors to be irritatingly cheery about things like whacking your own finger with a hammer. Its not like he needs any pitying mothering bedside manner either, but Prydain would rather not feel slightly condescended to either.

He fixes the man with a careful, willful glower of appraisal. Of course something's the matter. He'd never hang around here for kicks.

Prydain holds his left arm out, glancing aside quickly with a faint huff of a sigh. "Finger. The fourth one." From the purpling beneath the skin, and the funny crookedness at the joint, that much is obvious.

"I hit it on accident with a hammer." A curt explanation, but he figures that'll be enough.

Prydain shuts his eyes with another miserable quick exhale. The high school's lighting is irritating, artificial and stingy, he's been blindfolded mostly for five days prior, and the last thing he needs is to look like a pain-wuss with watering eyes. Shadows of an unpowered Gohl would be plenty more comfortable, right now.

[goodofmankind]

Ah, well. This is the danger of using a hammer, more or less.

For a moment, Otto observes him, tilting his head faintly. Many people here are different, and from a quick study, he knows Prydain is no simple boy. He takes care of his home at Gohl -- and he's unique, somehow. In ways Otto does not yet know.

He tilts his head up to glance at the lights, more or less, before reacquiring his smile.

"Come follow me. Take a seat; I'll set that for you, Prydain." Otto motions for the replica to follow; he moves, slowly, and he has no choice to. He goes to one of the desks, taking a seat before he's digging through the drawers.

"Are the lights bothering you?" Takes out his sunglasses, and holds them out in offering. "Might not be your style, but it's better than being uncomfortable."