| Wherein people find much food and merriment! Possibly drama too. |
[Feb. 28th, 2012|05:11 pm] |
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Ichirin spent most of her time running around, tending to the food, while Kogasa and Kyouko assisted her. All around the tables were a massive array of food, all kinds of meat, from different types of cooked deer, including Murasa's favorite, deer jerky, to roast lion, and rotisserie style boar and chicken. Of course, that was just the main dishes. Vegetable soup, and many different types of bread and other vegetarian dishes are there. Side dishes, vegetables of all kinds, some known like corn and potatoes, and some specific to that world. Further down the tables are spiced apples, cherry cobbler, different varieties of pies, and all sorts of odd dishes from around the world.
Hope everyone's hungry! |
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| Waking up |
[Dec. 29th, 2011|10:03 pm] |
Somewhere beyond a dark fog that dominated everything, she was aware of pain. A dull, deep ache and a heaviness on her body. The air smelled sickly-sweet, and as sensation crept back in around the very edges, the feel of something on her face. Strange whooshing and mechanical sounds filtered in from a far way away, and a cold lump of chill began to congeal inside. Someone was trying to kill her. Get out. Get to cover. They're coming. They found me. Get out. Get away. Escape.
The mechanical sounds and beeps and whooshing noise grew louder, faster. She tried to lift her right arm, bend her fingers, and found she couldn't. Her other arm responded, but then a sharp pain registered on the back of her hand. Stabbing. Panic began to override everything as she started to desperately claw her way up from the foggy depths of unconsciousness. |
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| The Doctor Is In |
[Dec. 13th, 2011|12:59 pm] |
(Closed to ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sternerstuff at present, then once father_lucifer and others arrive from this thread, it will be more open.)
Simon rather liked the new hospital. It still lacked in a good many things he was accustomed to having accessible to him when he was on Osiris, and some of the technology was behind what was available in general, even on the Serenity. But it was more spacious, and had the potential of becoming a top-rate hospital once they had time and funds to stock it up, not just in equipment but in various supplies and medication.
A new shipment had arrived, mostly supplies because Edward could transmute the necessary medications if he was provided with the chemical composition. But there was a box of those to be put away in the E.R., and he moved from room to room, putting things in shelves and drawers, pretending a patient was on the bed and turning to reach for something, testing the location for optimal performance and efficiency.
In short, he was having quite a good day. |
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| New Patients |
[Apr. 8th, 2010|10:07 pm] |
Russell knew that Roy would be bringing some people by sometime before he was due in for his shift at the bar, and things were relatively calm enough that they didn't need to schedule any actual appointment times.
Even so, he was glad for many reasons that Ed's heart was fixed, as the need for an actual clinic facility was on that list. The converted apartment was becoming a bit cramped. At least Ken was an outpatient, and unless the examinations showed something alarming, the same would apply to Roy's family.
Elizabeth was the only inpatient, and she was fairly low-maintenance (for an Elric) as long as her brother was around. His younger alternate and that one's brother showed up a few hours ago and were keeping her entertained over some cards.
No one had heard yet from the newest Delilah in the Nexus, and he knew just enough about her to guess at her possible medical history, and even ignoring that, the time she'd have spent in Dante's company unawares had him worried. If she didn't contact anyone by the following evening to come to the clinic, he'd go and collect her himself.
The voices toward the door caught his attention, and he looked out to see Roy with a woman, and two children in tow, a teenage boy and a preteen girl.
"Hey, Mustang," he greeted with a wave as he stepped out. |
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