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Oдин / Video // Aпрель 8

[Good morning, Death City! Have an injured, unfamiliar teenager on your network this morning!]

I have a few questions.

[Gee, someone sure is to the point.]

First of all: Why do the sun and moon have faces?

[This, ladies and gentlemen, is the kind irritability that comes up when you don't get a good night's sleep. He would have a hard enough time just trying to get asleep considering that yesterday he showed up in a place half-way across the world (as far as he knows) instantaneously without any warning and a barely comprehensible excuse. But the feeling that someone was watching him a little too intently all night sealed the deal, and now Sasha is functioning on the half-hour of sleep he managed to get right before dawn.]

Second: Why is everything around here named so morbidly?

I know America is supposed to be the land of the backward, but could you at least tone it down for the newcomers? Sudden spacial displacement is jarring enough to begin with, trust me.

Third...

[He lets out a disheartened sigh.]

I'm trying to get to the clinic to get some stitches looked at. Two sets of conflicting directions have led me to...[He looks over his shoulder, and continues flatly:] "Death City Heights". [He turns back to the communicator.] So if someone could show me there, I'd appreciate it.

[The request is followed by a long, awkward silence of staring blankly at the communicator, then finally he mutters:]

Я говорю с зеркалом.

[And that's when his message ends.]

[OOC: Translations of Russian can always be found by hovering over the text!]

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Hmm, mostly it seems like.

... What was your conversation about?

None of your business.

[While the words themselves are rudely dismissive, he says it in a tone without a rough edge; he simply doesn't want to talk about it, especially to someone he's just met. Maybe later?]

Okay.

[Hey, it could've been a casual conversation, but she won't ask again.]

Here it is. [They finally arrived at the large, barn-shaped clinic called Horrorspital.]

Really? I think I went by this place earlier--

[Horrorspital.

Sasha glares at the name for a while before bringing his hands up to his face and exasperatingly sighing into them.]

...Fine.

[He's just too sleep deprived to have much tolerance for these puns today.]

[Well, she only came after it's establishment. She can't do anything about the name.]

[Rosalia leads him inside to the waiting area]

Okay, so you wanted your stitches examined. I can do that once I've checked in or I can find a doctor.

Edited 2012-11-17 01:07 (UTC)

I'm in no hurry; I can wait for you.

[Trust her with your medical issues but not your completely mundane conversation. You're a winner, Sasha.]

Alright! Ahem, please wait here and I'll be with you momentarily!

[Off she goes to clock in and wash her hands. Also, she needs to check up on other Guests she was assigned to. Hm...]

[In the meantime, Sasha will find a seat to wait in. If she takes a while, Sasha might start dozing in his slouched posture, though with particular effectiveness.]

Edited 2012-11-17 01:29 (UTC)

[It's about thirty minutes before she returns, ready and hands washed again. She had to wash the therapy wolf, but that's something else entirely.]

[Ah, it's going to be so rude waking him up, but he wanted to have his stitches looked at. She gives him a small shake.]

[He looks up at her as soon as she touches him.]

Ah, are you ready for me?

[It feels like it was only 10 minutes to him.]

[Her hands shoot back and she nods]

Mhm. This way please. [To one of the small, makeshift offices they go.]

[He nods back, following her to the office she brings him to.]

[She nods when he enters]

Which stitches do you want examined?

I just have these, [he gestures to the bandage around his shoulder and upper arm] but I suppose the rest of the bandages should be changed as well.

I can do that.

[She puts a pair of gloves on] Have a seat and... I guess remove your shirt. [It might get in the way.]

[Sasha follows her instructions, not bothered at all by the procedure--or the clinic, for that matter.]

[Shirt aside now, Rosalia can strip away the bandages carefully. Might have to get some more wipes if he thinks they might be bad]

[When she gets the bandages off she can see the deep scratches across his shoulder, as if he'd had a disagreement with a three-clawed bear. It's pretty obvious why he came in--the skin is very irritated, but the stitches were done by someone with plenty of experience and are holding up well against whatever abuse set off his inflammation.

As for the rest of the bandages, some merely need to be changed, and others can be retired, since the wound beneath has mostly healed.]

Edited 2012-11-17 02:41 (UTC)

[Oh, these look like the mountain lion scratches her temporary partner received on another mission]

Looks like some mild irritation and inflammation. That usually happens around stitches while the wound heals and the bandages have probably been rubbing on them for a while now. Besides some cleaning and changes, they're fine. Though... if the stitches are irritating you, I can change them too.

[She gets some disinfectant and begins cleaning up a bit, patting the skin lightly with a towel.] Hm... you don't need to cover up all of them. Some have healed to a point that bandaging isn't necessary.

The plan was to relax while these were healing, but that "BREW" thing had different ideas. I don't think I'll need the stitches changed, they feel fine.

You should take it easy right now. Besides, you need a partner for missions and finding one may take a while.

That's different. I'm usually assigned one.

Is there any idea how long I have to do that?

Oh, I didn't know.

Well... I still haven't found a Meister. I don't really know if I want one. I'm a little scared that I might hurt them on accident.

...

[Unfortunately, whatever advice or consolation Sasha could give is nonexistent, since he still has barely any idea of what's going on.]

...That conversation.

I was asking a schoolmate of mine to spend Sunday with me.

Huh?

[She pauses in the middle of wrapping up]

Oh! Oh wow! That was really rude of BREW.

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