I said "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?"

[heal_or_execute]

WHO: Staff, patients, and visitors at the ImPort Clinic!
WHERE: ImPort Clinic, Manhattan.
WHEN: Over the week of April 13-April 20.
WARNINGS: Probably none.
SUMMARY: Open Clinic log for science, medicine, getting to know co-workers, and more.
FORMAT: Whatever works. Start your own threads, set up Clinic-y scenarios tag into other threads, make new CR!

Things were going very well at the Clinic lately, at least in the esteemed opinion of its current administrator. Mordin had a great team with some new faces that he was excited by. The City hadn't witnessed a real invasion or massacre for long enough that the flow of patients was entirely manageable. Clinic funding was both generous and secure thanks to the Rossum Corporation's trust fund.

Mordin was convinced the Clinic was in a good position to do more, that it had a solid grounding from which to launch new initiatives in medicine and research. The City was always an intriguing place for a doctor: its unique dangers tended to create unique medical challenges. Based on how things were progressing, Mordin was confident the Clinic could meet anything the City could throw at it.

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[heal_or_execute]

Mordin was personally spending more and more of his time at the Clinic. Partly this was because he was becoming more active in his role of administrator, partly because he was finding more ways to pursue research at the Clinic instead of having to go to his lab. For anyone wanting a doctor, a scientist, or Mordin himself, the Professor could now be found in his office at the Clinic most days of the week, working away at something utterly fascinating.

[silhouetto]

Khashoggi was told by the receptionist to go to Mordin as soon as possible, as he was one of the few doctors in at this time. Khashoggi looked...well, like he had seen better days. An attempt to arrest a man for public intoxication and disturbing the peace had ended up with punches being thrown and a bottle being smashed in Khashoggi's face. As such, he had a lovely black eye (thankfully mostly hidden by the sunglasses) and a bleeding wound on his head.

Of course, he seemed completely nonchalant about it. This would quickly get fixed up.

He knocked on the door. "Dr. Solus, I hate to interrupt you but I seem to be bleeding."

[heal_or_execute]

Mordin looked up from his work immediately and inhaled at the sight of blood. "Apologies unnecessary, Officer. Wound clearly serious. Come right this way, will treat you at once."

The Professor led the way from his office to the adjacent treatment room, with its soft, sterile bed for patients. "Please, lie down." Before waiting for Kashoggi to comply, he immediately got to work pressing something soft and absorbent against the bleeding area, muttering to himself as he did. "Odd attitude. Seems unfazed by injury. Little sign of fear, anger, pain. Possibly in shock?"

The hand currently not mopping up blood activated his omni-tool. "Officer, how do you feel? Any dizziness?"

[governorkang]

Being of a military upbringing, Kang showed up for his appointment with Mordin fifteen minutes early to check in with the receptionist. He stayed in his human form for the time being, figuring he should probably get a physical for both; he could only hold his real form while conscious, and for all he knew because of Lachesis, there was still a possibility of explosion no matter what form he was in, or complications of any other sort.

[heal_or_execute]

"Hello, Kang." Someone as devoted to rapid-fire efficiency as Mordin could definitely appreciate military punctuality. Kang was led from the lobby to an exam room within minutes of checking in- no point wasting time with avoidable waiting. Mordin looked especially excited by this particular patient.

"Ready to begin when you are. First, need to verify: no risk of your detonation or combustion inside Clinic unless mortally injured. Correct?"

[paints_lanterns]

Mordin didn't mind people hovering curiously nearby, did he? Because Rapunzel was doing that, she happened to walk past where he was working and whatever it was caught her eye. Now she's just sort of standing quietly off to the side, her green eyes narrowed thoughtfully and her hands tucked behind her back.

She had no idea what it was, but she was afraid to interrupt just to ask, for fear of messing it up somehow.

[heal_or_execute]

As long as he was working on administration and not actually treating an urgent case, the Professor had no problem at all with the opportunity to educate a curious hoverer. He smiled to himself as he tapped away at a report.

"Rapunzel. Work going well, I hope?"

near closing on the 19th

[aggressiveapathy]

April doesn't make an appointment or call ahead or do anything one might consider any kind of a warning before stopping by. Rather she just appears, snatching whatever kind of free candy (or stray band-aids if no lollipops are around, whatever she's able take essentially) is there and demanding the good doctor be brought to her. It was time to collect what was owed.

[heal_or_execute]

It's the oddest thing. When he's told that there's a very demanding visitor in the lobby asking for him, Mordin is struck by the most inexplicable sense of imminent doom. He shrugs it off, of course. Such irrational feelings are too unscientific to be worthy of consideration, at least not without a concrete explanation.

Then he comes to the lobby, sees who has come for him, remembers what happened at the date auction, and thinks the feeling might have had some explanation after all. The only things his research has been able to turn up on April Ludgate since she 'won' him revolve around vicious Earth wildlife and the tears of interns.

Nonetheless, he manages to smile. "Ah, hello. How can I help you?"

Open!

[paints_lanterns]

Depending on the time of day, Rapunzel can be found all over the clinic, typically with her hair up in her short, brown pixie cut. She might be assisting one of the doctors with a patient, or sitting somewhere reading the various medical books (she...mostly doesn't understand but she's TRYING) or just observing people working.

She also has become something of a go-to woman for the local children, who tend to show up whenever they happen to hurt themselves and have her fix them up straight-away. She uses a little room off to the side of the entrance for it, and can be found in there wrapping her hair around various small injuries (and some larger ones, for the skateboarding crowd) and magically fixing them up before sending them on their way.

[professorlionface]

Hank had come in for his shift about a few hours ago, and spent most of his time since making his rounds and picking up a few new admissions. Nothing was really emergency-level at the moment, so he felt he had a moment to sit down for some coffee in the break room.

After filling his mug, and he didn't to keep some very quality beans in stock specifically for moments like these, he saw her huddled on the break table with a collection of books. He eased himself down onto a nearby couch and gave her a nod. "You look like you're studying for a final."

[paints_lanterns]

Rapunzel looked up with a start as Beast sat down, her green eyes wide until she remembered where she was. She could get quite absorbed in a book, even when she wasn't entirely comprehending what she was reading.

"Uhm," she brushed her hair out of her face and sat up. "No, it's just, mm..." She held up the book, which was one medical text or another she had pilfered from the various offices around the building. She always returned them!

"I'm just trying to understand more of it. Since I work here." She explained finally, looking somewhat embarrassed.

open!

[ecphrasis]

Molly is almost always at the clinic during odd hours of the day and night. A fair chunk of her work revolves around filing and checkups, but she does take on emergency cases now and then. And, of course, she's always around to hand out free coffee to anyone in the waiting room (if they aren't going to be treated, of course). Just look for the woman in the white coat with what is probably a jumper with a kitten on it, the woman behind the front desk will tell you. She always has a smile and a few words to share.

[professorlionface]

Of course, someone has to bring her own coffee every now and again. Hank drops in where she's working on her filing and drops a cup on the desk next to her while he's at it, leaning against the wall as he flips through a few new admission charts. "Much as we may like to support the bistro down the street with our patronage, trade secret: I keep the gourmet stuff in the break room."

[ecphrasis]

Molly is probably made of at least 40% caffeine; ingesting more can't be good for her. And even though she jumps a bit at the sudden addition of the cup to her desk, she smiles when she sees who's delivered it. Molly tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear and laughs. "Is that where it is? No wonder I've never been able to find it."

[egohalfempty]

Cyd was already used to keeping odd hours. More than she cared to admit. So, no matter what time of day you stroll in, there's a good chance you'll see her! And there's about a 45% - 50% chance you'll catch her with her nose in a terrible romance novel.

Don't judge her for what she does during breaks, okay. (Just kidding. You can totally judge her.)

When she's not consuming the worst that her favorite genre has to offer, Cyd is anxiously flailing around the Clinic doing whatever basic tasks everyone is too busy to do: making new pots of coffee, directing patients to their rooms, and listening to the cranky old men who just need some company.

In case of an emergency, her staff is always at her side — hanging off a belt loop, in fact. But she's still not very comfortable using it outside of a virtual setting.

[paints_lanterns]

"What are you reading?" Rapunzel asked, her voice chipper as she dropped down into the seat next to Cyn, peering at the cover, a friendly grin on her face. Her hair was short at the moment, a brown pixie cut, and she had a thick biology book under her arm, which she settled onto her lap once she was seated, her fingers drumming against it.

[egohalfempty]

"Hmm?"

It took Cyd a second to snap back to reality. She'd just gotten to a steamy (and kind of unnervingly detailed) passage about the main dude's pecs, okay, and that was pretty distracting.

So there was a faint blush on her cheeks as she met Rapunzel's eager gaze. "T- this? It's nothing. Just, you know, dumb chick lit. Swords, sorcery and dudes in form-fitting suits of armor. I- I know, I probably should be getting back to work, but this guy's shirt has disappeared and I'm pretty sure he's about to kiss his true love for this first time, so..."

[cryingontheinside]

He had actually come here to scope the place out--creeper. Also to see if his brother was here. He just had a feeling he might be hanging around sick and injured people--call it a hunch. Or really, he called it the Dark Passenger. It knew better than he did what he was doing here anyway.

But then Dexter spots Cyd and recalls their brief conversation. A familiar face; isn't that what a normal person would gravitate towards. He gravitates, putting on his most charming smile. Just look at those dimples!

Walking up to her and clearing his throat so as not to startle her, he brightens the smile just a few more watts and settles before it passes into the realm of scary-murderer. Even if that's technically what it [always] was. It falters just a little when he remembers he never caught her name though...

"Do you work here?"

[egohalfempty]

Oh, no.

The memories come back in a haze: her other self twirling her violin and her stupid short skirt around while chatting with the other Cityzens. A wave or whatever the plural of butterflies is fly into her stomach, a sensation so strong that for a second she's seriously scared she's going to anxiety vomit all over this strange guy.

Who does have a fantastic smile.

"I... I remember you!" She tries to smile big and wide. It looks more like she's about to slash someone to pieces.

"The guy. On the network. That was you, right? I mean. There were a lot of guys. On the network. Wait, that didn't sound right, I mean..."

Her eyes narrow. Her jaw tightens. Yeah, her creepdar has finally gone off. "Wait. How do you know where I work?"

open;

[swordedpast]

The last thing Archer wants to do is think too much about why he's here. He's not being paid. He owes Mordin nothing. And yet here he is, making his way quietly and in a business-like fashion through the rooms of the Clinic. Whenever a bit of machinery is freed up, he spends a little while checking it for any problems--a process which seems to involve nothing more than him touching its various parts and looking distant for a minute.

But he's dressed in ordinary "civilian" clothes--black pants and a casual red jacket--rather than his heroic get-up, so at least he doesn't look too odd doing it, right?

He opens up a few of the machines here and there, but most of what he actually does with them boils down to carefully wiping off specific spots that had accumulated too much dust. By the time he gets to that point, the grumpy look has usually faded off his place to be replaced by one of simple concentration.

[heal_or_execute]

"Hello, Archer." Get ready to be grumpy again Archer, because Mordin is acting much too chipper right now. He walks past some of the spotless machines with an appraising air, clearly pleased. "Just wanted to check in, see how you're adjusting. Very pleased with work so far. All equipment in excellent condition."

only closed because i can't think of a good open tag I WILL REMEDY THIS IN MAY

[bloodplay]

MORDIN!

[ He makes sure (or thinks he makes sure) to come to the clinic when Cyd won't be there, despite her being the one to key him into it in the first place! What a dick. You wouldn't know this internal muppetfaced deficiency of decency to look at him, though, or the quiet and respectable manner with which he ventures into the building. He's so inconspicuous, in fact, that it might verge on a little off.

Either way, soon enough there's a hand rapping lightly on the inside of Mordin Solus' open door. ]

Hi, [ he says, the register of his voice apologetic, but not at all unsure. Were he going for a more self-effacing approach, he'd add something in at this juncture -- it's Doctor Solus, right? -- but so far as he can tell that's not called for. ] Stop me if I'm interrupting anything, but from what I hear you're the person to talk to about volunteering here.

DEXTER!!

[ And it looks like Dexter's thought process in a completely unrelated tag was entirely correct!! Whether he's already around at the time Dexter shows up and has a horrible conversation with Codex or shows up later, the point is both of them are there! At the same time!

In the midst of so many active systems, some of them distractingly foreign, he almost doesn't pick up on the one that really matters until it's too late. Brian's halfway down a hallway when he slows to an exceptionally awkward stop, supporting himself on an oxygen canister, of all things, while he tries to get a bead on what he's already 90% certain of. What is he doing here?

He's not ready to let Dexter actually see anything along those lines, though, so after a moment or two of abject confusion he pulls himself together and starts walking, heading in the direction he assumes he is, his mind already whirring through canned responses to cobble together for the benefit of the audience. What Brian doesn't know is that he's being tracked just as much as he's tracking, and has been for some time, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him! It can just tape him down to a rack and cut his throat. ]

[heal_or_execute]

[Hope muppetface knew beforehand he was going to be dealing with an alien here because that's exactly what's coming out from behind a desk to greet him with a big smile on his face.]

Correct. Professor Mordin Solus, current administrator. Pleased to meet you. Not interrupting anything, just tissue analysis. Available to answer any questions.

[cryingontheinside]

[Oh, hey look, it's his bro. Having just talked to Codex (probably) he's going to be strolling over to meet him halfway, narrowing his eyes JUST A LITTLE in assessment. He's kind of weirded out that he knew his brother well enough to know he was here.]

What brings you here, Brian?