4th Diagnosis | Dec 30th Midnight | Voice

[thesnarkknight]

So, is there such a thing as a coffee delivery service in this place?

Or am I suppose to go and get it myself?

[and Edit]

If someone wants to bring me coffee, let's talk prices.

Better if you're free most of the night. Quick runners only. Good pay.

Comments

voice;

[fishnets]

I'm sure you could hire someone to do it.

voice;

[thesnarkknight]

Then it would be a coffee delivery service and then the answer is 'yes'.

voice;

[fishnets]

It would be at that point, yeah. But first you'd have to find someone. I'd add an addendum to the post and ask.

Though if you're going to be snippy like this, I'd make sure to tip well.

voice;

[thesnarkknight]

Probably a good idea.

I'll tip them in making sure that they don't die. That's a pretty good tip.

[video] look at all of this cr i can barely hold all of it

[thesnarkknight]

I can't leave. I work at the clinic.

[you ass he can't smoke. Look at how disgruntled he is.]

[video] waves buckets on the network

[thesnarkknight]

Not at midnight. And they can't exactly leave either.

[hey you look like you need beatings with a clipboard.]

[action] idek what I'm doing here

[dai_mon_dai]

[Sledding at midnight? Yeah sure, considering how weird Masaru's sleep schedule has become thanks to Watch work and living with a troll. Though 'sledding' is a nice term here. No, Masaru is more into full on larper imaginary mode, body plastered to an oversized round plastic sled settled near the side of the clinic, watching the snow like he's waiting for...something.]

Man goes into cage, cage goes into snow. Shark's in the snow. Our shark. [Yep, someone has been binging on American movies over the holidays now that he can understand them. But he's quickly distracted from his snow shark hunting by the blink of a cigarette cherry in the dark. He grins, scooting his sled closer, body low so not to be seen. Masaru had seen the doctor a few times when he was visiting Tavros. And now he's the perfect victim as he switches from pretend snow fisherman to predator... though he looks more like a hyper active half grown puppy then a shark when he crouches and lunges with a yell, meaning to scare the man]

[action] a thing of beauty

[thesnarkknight]

[So Gabriel's spending his time, outside for a moment, taking a smoke break. He can't exactly leave the clinic but he can spend sometime outside. And he's reading a clipboard. He hears something but tries not to pay too much attention to it.

Until the yelling and lunging happens. And because Gabe is not falling into that snow with his cigarette, he raises his clipboard, and with a hard smack across the face, as hard as he can muster, he knocks his assailant away. Looking the distance where he fell.] Hey! You need a doctor?

[action] magic is happening here

[dai_mon_dai]

[That's... a surprise. For a doctor he had really good reflexes (if asked out right, Masaru wouldn't have even been able to explain why to him doctor =/= reflexes) and he doesn't have a chance to block or alter his lunge, instead taking the board full on in the face, sprawling on the snow with some blood escaping his nose]

Waaaa....?

[action] we've got the moves like jagger

[thesnarkknight]

[Well, he didn't mean to hit him THAT hard (yes he did), so he moves over and looks at him. Moving down to look at him.]

...Hey, you want to make some money, kid?

[Video]

[ombrasolare]

What a brilliant idea.

[Video]

[thesnarkknight]

I'm surprised no one else has thought of it.

[Video]

[ombrasolare]

I suppose because people like to sleep at night.

[Video]

[thesnarkknight]

We don't all get the choice to sleep at night.

video

[memorymodus]

I'm a quick runner!

video

[thesnarkknight]

Two coffees with cream then. If you get here, to the clinic, quickly, good money will be waiting.

video -> action

[memorymodus]

Yes sir!

[ DASHING OFF AND APPEARING THERE ABOUT TEN MINUTES LATER ]

Okay, I'm here! Hello? I might have spilled some but I think I did okay...

action

[thesnarkknight]

Hey. Well, let's see how much you might have spilled. [He pats the surface of where ever he currently is.]