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savetheearth2013-08-19 09:59 pm
testsonseashells) wrote in savetheearth2013-08-19 09:59 pm
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general clinic log
Who: Drs. Solus or Strider, various patients.
What: Echo checkups
When: Whenever
Where: LSR clinic
The LSR clinic, despite its run-down, beat-up appearance, is actually fairly clean on the inside. Lit by white fluorescent lights, it's generally pretty empty, with the occasional non-network patient coming in to get something looked at. A volunteer is usually found running the front desk, organizing papers and responding to phone calls, while Dr. Solus and Dr. Strider take care of the actual medical business.
The waiting room is barebones compared to other clinics and medical practices - LSR doesn't have the money to get entertainments for the waiting patients, so all that's available are a few chairs.
When it's your turn for an appointment, whoever's at the desk will direct you down a hallway to the left, and you will meet one of the doctors.
[ooc: general clinic log! all checkups for crazy echoes can take place here. specify dr. solus or dr. strider in the subject line.]
What: Echo checkups
When: Whenever
Where: LSR clinic
The LSR clinic, despite its run-down, beat-up appearance, is actually fairly clean on the inside. Lit by white fluorescent lights, it's generally pretty empty, with the occasional non-network patient coming in to get something looked at. A volunteer is usually found running the front desk, organizing papers and responding to phone calls, while Dr. Solus and Dr. Strider take care of the actual medical business.
The waiting room is barebones compared to other clinics and medical practices - LSR doesn't have the money to get entertainments for the waiting patients, so all that's available are a few chairs.
When it's your turn for an appointment, whoever's at the desk will direct you down a hallway to the left, and you will meet one of the doctors.
[ooc: general clinic log! all checkups for crazy echoes can take place here. specify dr. solus or dr. strider in the subject line.]
that's not how disease works julien what are you doing
What?
Mordin frowns, looking more closely at the boy.]
Not at all. Immune responses not conscious. Neither are Echoes for that matter. Can't blame yourself for something you had no control over.
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No, but like - this wouldn't be happening if I wasn't going around being Typhoid Mary. [A glance at Akito] I'm carrying this thing, but it's not doing me any hurt.
[Why is this bothering him like it is? He has such a weird feeling about it - he shakes his head.]
At least it's not people.
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So... you're passing something around even though it doesn't affect you? I can't tell if that's a lucky break or not.
[Especially since it seems to be wiping out a ton of birds as a result.]
Still good to know it doesn't do anything to humans, though.
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Need anything else?
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[He looks back at Mordin and almost asks what he should do - metaphorically, he holds his tongue. Mordin did just say he didn't know how to take care of birds.]
I think that's it, doc. Thank you.
[Pupils dilating visibly, he peeks back into the box and muses a little, mostly to himself.]
Antibiotics are worse than useless for a virus... Fluids. See if she'll drink anything, maybe something with a little sugar in it.
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If you don't want her - then, I guess so. This is because of me.
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Pretty sure my sister and Strider aren't going to want sick birds around here, or at home. [he could've worded that more clearly - he doesn't live with Strider, just works in his clinic] I'll find a place when I go to break. You can leave her here.
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[He does nod though, gently setting the box down on a counter. And, after a few seconds of thought--]
-Let me know if there's anything I can do to help. I seriously don't know a thing about birds, but if you tell me what to do, I'll give it a shot.
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[He lifts the bird out carefully and sets it on its feet on that counter he's just scrubbed. The pigeon immediately sinks down so its belly lies along the surface, feathers all fluffed up, miserable. Julien prods gently around its beak, it barely turns its head away, and pries it open. The tongue is brown.]
Gross... -huh? Uh. Well I'm not sure I know what I'm doing. But this can't be the only one this badly off.
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But... what should we do? Just keep picking them up? We'd basically need an entire room to have space for them all, much less take care of them.
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Well... I don't have school type obligations. I have this, but my hours are pretty flexible.
As for space though, this is on the border of the Dead District. Abandoned houses and stuff galore. I was quarantined in one not that long ago.
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I can think of a few that are still in good enough shape, too. Somehow, it looks like they aren't that well known, even with the Dead District people. If it comes down to it, we could keep them there safe enough.
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Want me to try poking around? Since you'll probably be busy with the bird. [Unless, of course, Julien has a particular building in mind...]
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I'm not nursing anything twenty-four seven. I have a life, and I have here and the numbers club. She's a wild animal. [He seems to deflate a little] Try... mm, Orangewood. It was a cheap housing development and everyone bailed on completing it. Totally unfurnished and not everything's done, it's never had a lot of squatters. I can get you directions.
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[He strokes the bird's back gently with one finger.]
This is going to end up a lot of work.
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