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Post by DKender on Oct 21, 2012 22:25:01 GMT -8
Alex, who'd been standing near Seth, laughed at the doctor's comment. "Oh, aha! You think of the best nicknames, Doctor Victor. I like Slugger better than Snake. You're not like a snake at all, Seth. They're too cold-blooded, you know, and they bite. If I had to choose an animal for you, uh, maybe a collie dog or something cool and friendly." Seth- Seth looked just slightly concerned as Alex started talking about nicknames, but then seemed to calm a bit. "Oh yeah, I like that one better too. Maybe you could try to get that one to spread around at home a bit. It's way more appropriate, yeah."
Dr. Bebe- "Slugger? You play baseball as well as golf?"
Seth- "Mm? Oh, hahaha! I only play zombie golf. But yes, it's an athletic team we've got here."
Dr. Bebe- "I'll say... I don't normally go for the musclemen, but your crew looks like something out of a movie... It's a little perverse." Indeed, Seth's crew here were abnormally well endowed with biceps and such. She looked around at the players like they were race horses on parade.
Seth- "Oh, well what is your type then, if you don't mind my asking?"
Dr. Bebe- "Hm, I like variety. And I like people who like me. I'm funny like that."
Alex blinked. "Hey, Doc, if you found Epinephrine around here, hand it over."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 22, 2012 0:09:26 GMT -8
The crew reached the first floor, just well lit enough by the sun through the lobby doors that it was a relief from stifling darkness upstairs. Still dimmer than all of the new buildings.
Dr. Green and Dr. Victor went into what looked like a broom closet to get more supplies, leaving the others to chat among themselves.Thierry- "In this crisis some people have responded with mortal terror and paranoia, which is dangerous but understandable. Others seem to be taking a more casual attitude that I find nearly as troubling. What do you think?" Dr. Bebe- "What ever are you implying, sir?"
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 22, 2012 8:30:54 GMT -8
"Tell me we have a portable defibrillator in here. Sheesh, I don't want to sit around attempting CPR, especially with that new fangled no rest bull. How the hell do they expect us to just keep having orderlies do that? They get so whiny you can't even get them to roll a patient onto their side doing an LP. I swear cardiologists think they are gods." Mike- "We have more AEDs than we'll ever need between the lot of these buildings, especially with the newfound difficulty of charging them. Haha."
"Is it just me or does Dr. Melange look eleven? I mean, the extra pounds makes it hard to tell her age and you know how women get when you have to guess her age. You said inexperienced, so, considering she's a-" The good doctor broke protocol and actually formed the air quotes "'- brain doctor' I guess she can't be a day over 30. I know we are used to dealing with green all the time, but..." Mike- "I'm pretty sure she's in her 20s. Kids in medicine."
"I'm not having second thoughts, Mike. You of all people know I truly have a lack of worry in terms of the roads I choose to travel. I just wonder when she finally breaks down. I have all ready broke down, so I should be good. Franco is going to sob, though. I almost wish I could be there to see it." Mike- "I hope Franco is sobbing when that happens and not throwing punches at random. He's got a temper."
Dr. Victor let out a little sigh, frowning in the dark supply closet. His hands were slowed as he stuffed additional tubing next to the needles, gauze, and boxes of gloves. "Mike, I will, for your sake, try to make it back here. I want you to know that. But I want you to promise me; I know you aren't exactly the fastest runner; but, if the proverbial shit hits the fan you'll run to the 403 building. I don't want to think about anything else ruining this world more than it has. Did I tell you I finally paid my debt off in full last month? I was debt free for about three weeks and as of two days ago, money is about as useful as a proctologist in an ENT clinic." Mike- "Your building does seem to have a lot of strong guys, but I imagine the crew you came with isn't just a random sampling.
Sorry about the loan thing. What would you have spent that money on if you could have known...?"
The doctor filled the bag with as many auxiliary supplies as possible. He was thankful for the darkness so his face was mostly masked. He hadn't exactly been crying, but he felt the additional saline mixing with the sweat. "At least we can tell some cancer patients how long before their world is over. Why couldn't we get the same notice?" Mike- "Terrorists are like little assholes that suckerpunch you and then act self-righteous about it. At least until you get your strength back and pound their asses."
Dr. Victor let out a heavy sigh, trying to make himself feel better. He thought of the spinal cord injury kid, the soap-suds enema death, and Dr. Gregson's horrible response time- Gregson! Why on earth would I even THINK about that mildly decent physician? He grumbled and tried to zip the bag up securely, only being met with slippery fingers. Spending more time than he anticipated, the doctor let loose a grunt as the final teeth clipped shut. "Okay, I'm done being a desperate supply thief raiding all the mag-citrate in order to be a pretty, thin nurse. Let's get the rest of those guys out. Oh, have the tasers been useful on the infected? That would be interesting." Mike- "People were really quick to figure out you needed lethal force, so I haven't seen tasers tested. But I did some tests later and found that a muscle with severed nerves is somehow still operable. At least, I'd anticipate a diminished efficacy - if they worked at all.
Oh, I think that kid was asking about an epi-pen. You should get a few, but it ain't gonna be like it used to, with everyone having one for a security blanket and a story to tell. If anyone can ration, you can.
We good, man?"
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DKender
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Post by DKender on Oct 22, 2012 9:14:04 GMT -8
Of course, Alex assumed that Thierry was referring to the meet and greet/birthday party when he said "casual attitude." His brow furrowed. Was he really being too casual about the whole thing? "That party's important, Mr. Thierry," he said. "We can't stop appreciating the good parts of life, like ... like Nat. He was born today, and that's worth celebrating. And I've killed a lot of undead, yeah, but Dr. Bebe's right. They're not people anymore. They don't got souls, and the souls are the important part." Alex lowered his voice. "Still ... if you see my friend, please don't kill him." With a smooth, well-practiced move, he took out his wallet and opened it to Emil's picture. He had better pictures on his cell phone. Why'd he throw that away, again? Idiot ghost. Thierry- "Oh, a party? I hadn't even heard of it. It does sound like a good idea... Oh... Young man, don't worry about that. What are the odds we'll run into anyone familiar? Pretty good for me because I worked in the neighborhood, but most of you came from elsewhere..."
Bebe- "Oh, you. I told you, it's not him! They'll make the decision easy for you. This lovely Korean lady made me lunch every Thursday for a month until the other day, and when I saw her last, all the personality had fled her face and she was trying to eat people alive. I was grateful when they rendered her body inert with cudgels."
Davin- "Yeesh, what a conversation. Can we talk about anything else?"
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DKender
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Post by DKender on Oct 22, 2012 12:08:15 GMT -8
Alex nodded at Davin's suggestion. He didn't want to think about death anymore. Of course, Dr. Bebe (and Jackson, earlier) were right - reanimated bodies weren't human. They were devil puppets. Still ... "Uh, hey. If you guys find any presents for Nat," he said, "just pile them outside our apartment." Seth- "Oh yeah... So Chantelle made a cake, and maybe you can go through some of the supplies and see if you see something he'd like. I figure he seems shy, so he won't like a big 'Surprise!!' from everyone in the world. There's an empty apartment on the 6th floor, I told Chantelle to set up a table with the cake and some decorations... When he shows up to the party, just take him in there with whoever you think he'd like to have a party with, and you can surprise him. Wish we had more time to wrangle him something nice, but I bet he's not expecting anything. That's a nice thing you're doing." Alex will be content to chat about inconsequential things until the doctor finishes his scavenger mission and they're ready to leave.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 22, 2012 12:19:13 GMT -8
Dr. Victor nodded, picking out several pens and tossing them into his pocket. "You know, Mike, I had Epi pens all along. I just didn't want to announce it to everyone earlier... I think some of the druggies would feel it would be okay to OD so I'd have to waste one. Desperate times. It's not adrenaline, but they wouldn't know what isn't true from the movies." Mike- "I don't think anyone plans an OD, Victor, unless they want it to be the last one."
The doctor did one last check, shoving the bag over his shoulder with a mild grunt. "I'm good. Let's get out of this closet, shall we?" Dr. Victor offered up a small grin. It wasn't very reassuring, nor did it hold any confidence in his own abilities. "Rationing isn't my department anymore. But, I did loosen up the script policy. At least, I am going to once everything gets back to normal." Mike- "You're the boss." He smiled.
Dr. Victor left the closet with a sheepish grin. He soaked in the atmosphere or a real clinic, even a stupid drug-trial building with the decor of a '70s hospital. Somehow, he knew this would be a nicer place to end up. In his element, he felt more appreciated and desired; at 403 everyone felt he was just some crazed nut-case. Maybe, in time, once everyone else breaks down emotionally, mentally, spiritually... maybe everyone will see how well he handled it by comparison to their own neurosis. "Seth, I'm all set."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 22, 2012 13:14:06 GMT -8
As the doctor met with the rest of the group, Bebe shook Dr. Green's hand. After everyone said their goodbyes, they gathered in front of the back door. Seth- "Dr. Melange, on the way here we formed two groups: a faster small group and the slower group. I know with those shoes you won't be able to go too fast, so I think we'll do that again. Thierry and I will go ahead and try to clear the way a bit, and then fall back to join you again, repeat as necessary. What do you think, Thierry?"
Thierry- "I suppose, it's what we can do. It would probably be better just to get you some different shoes..."
Dr. Bebe- "Oh enough waiting around, it's not that far. Let's just do it, I have long legs."
Seth- "Alright, here we go!"
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 22, 2012 13:27:46 GMT -8
"Mike, save me some of those delicious pudding cups, all right?" The doctor gave a wave and headed outside, trying not to look back at the clinic. Of course, watching Dr. Melange jiggle wasn't pleasing either. (GM Note- Maybe for Dr. Vic, anyway. Hey-O!)
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