outsiderslogs | Clinic Post [OPEN]

who. Anybody!
what. Anything having to deal with the Clinic/Daily workings/Bothering Mordin
where. Mordin's Clinic
when. Anytime! Feel free to backdate or forward date!
warnings. Potential description of injuries/healing them. Will add others as necessary!

[ooc: This an open clinic post for Mordin! It doesn't matter what time your character shows up he'll be there! People just wanting to talk to Mordin are welcome to bug him too. Action spam or prose, doesn't matter.]

There was no shortage of people that needed the expert opinion of a medical doctor on Omega. It just so happened, Mordin was also one of the best and even though his clinic was still growing; it was busy at times. There were a number of his assistants bustling about at any given time but that was good. It meant there was business and it meant people were being helped.

Mordin was almost always in his clinic. He spent a grand total of two hours sleeping and some days, well, it just didn't happen. There were more important things to do than waste time asleep. The people of Omega needed him and there was always since to be done. He was always open to conversation and visitors so long as he wasn't with a patient.

So here he is, if anyone needs him, muttering under his breath about some science thing or another.

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[WELL MORDIN there's certain green dude here chatting with your receptionist. He's looking probably a little less concerned than he should be about the bleeding gash under his horn and the ugly bloody hole in his shoulder armor.

Well whatever. Kirrahe had been wanting to see the clinic anyway, and now he had a good excuse to harass the good professor.]

[Bleeding patients get his priority, surprise surprise, so he's actually summoned by one of his assistants out to the waiting area.

He frowns at Kirrahe as he comes out and the green blood running down his face. There's going to be scolding, sorry.]

Did not need excuse to visit clinic. Perfectly welcome without injury.

[Now he'll be shooing him a little towards the back.]

Removal of armor necessary. Wound requires cleaning.

[Scold all you want, you old toad. Kirrahe gives negative fucks.]

I hardly went looking for an excuse, professor.

[He looks slightly annoyed by said shooing, but won't protest. He had come in for treatment after all.]

Obviously. I may require assistance with that, I'm having difficulty lifting my arm.

Appear to have found one anyway.

[That's Professor Doctor old toad to you, youngin. Mordin takes the irritation in stride. Has he mentioned it's good to see you Kirrahe? Because it actually is even if he doesn't say it. Capable allies are always good.

He leads him into the treatment room at the back and examines the armor.]

Can imagine. Damage seems localized to area. Will be safer, less painful, to remove in pieces.

It would be more accurate to say that it found me.

[don't give me no lip doc. Kirrahe's already started loosening his magical space frog armor where he can. how do they even put this shit on it is a space mystery]

I had enough medi-gel to take the edge off. Don't concern yourself with the pain too much.

[He just wants this fixed quick so he can be on his way]

Trouble often follows STG agents. Important soldiers. Critical to salarian espionage and preservation.

[Oh Mordin knows how it goes. Trouble has found the clinic more than once.

He'll give him a hand with his magical space frog armor where necessary. His omni-tool scans and blips as he does.]

Medi-gel began healing processes. Still wish to ensure avoidance of infection.

Yes, professor. I'm well aware. Fortunately, they had no idea what they were up against.

[well thanks doc. Kirrahe's going to absently rub at that injured shoulder a bit]

You'll hear no objection from me. This station isn't exactly clean.

Seldom aware. Underestimate salarians. DO not immediately appear dangerous as with krogan or turian. Gives advantage.

[Not that he's telling you anything you don't know already. He grins, isn't it a great thing?]

Wound requires proper cleaning. Washing out of old medi-gel. Reapplication with new bonding agent. Bandages.

[It'll be fun. He promises.]

An advantage I'm more than happy to exploit.

[it is indeed a great thing. The next bit doesn't have Kirrahe looking too thrilled, but that's life ALAS]

Great. Well, I suppose I didn't have anything better to do today.

Would be poor soldier otherwise.

[Seriously, the foundation of the salarian military is the element of surprise.

It is life and he'll get over it.]

Drama unnecessary. Doubtful entire day will be required. Have other patients. Infection worse than proper care of wound.

[And these assholes rank up there with the best of them.

But now it was whining time]

I wasn't being dramatic. [Well maybe a little bit.]

[Yes, yes they do.

Of course, Mordin gets all kinds. He busies himself collecting what he needs.]

Would outperform elcor in production of Hamlet.

You say that as if it's a challenge, professor. Have you seen any clips from that?

[Real snoozer, bro. Anyway Kirrahe's going to poke around at this fucked up shoulder of his. he probably shouldn't, but oh well. it's his arm and he does what he wants]

Have seen entire production. Front row seats. Quite remarkable and moving.

[Anything to say to that culture-less heathen?

Mordin gives him a severe doctor's frown at the poking and returns with a basin of soapy water. This is going to be super fun for you, Kirrahe.]

You sat through the whole thing? I couldn't get you to sit through quick briefings. Not three minutes in, you were already pacing around.

[you suck Mordin YOU SUCK. You can cram that doctor frown where the sun don't shine, Kirrahe is just annoyed now]

Attended production of Hamlet twice. [He agrees with a nod.] Briefings terribly uninteresting in comparison. Have no life to them. Always same speech. Hold the Line! Aware of necessity to hold line. Heard in meeting day before. Not at moving as Hamlet. Would not be upset. Classical play, difficult to beat.

[He might be teasing you a little. Maybe. Mordin is the best friend.

He does love your speeches but every other day gets tiresome dude. Plus he'd been working on more exciting things then.]

Briefings aren't meant to be interesting, they're meant to be informative! And they were. If you'd ever paid attention, you would have realized that.

[He's not really pissed or anything but goddamn are you annoying him on top of the BLEEDING AND PAIN and everything right now.]

And I did feel it was necessary to reiterate the importance of holding the line. Otherwise every mission would have consisted of shifting parameters every time you whined about it. We wouldn't have gotten anything done.

Could be both. Would hold attention of men better. Only heard necessary information. No need to waste head space with frivolous details.

[Seriously, his brain is reserved for science. Not how many different ways Kirrahe can inflect hold the line!]

Shifting mission parameters sometimes necessary. Must be flexible. Not stubborn cloaca.

Says the one who sat through elcor Hamlet more than once!

[how much more frivolous can you get I mean really

OH AND NOW YOU'RE NAME CALLING MORDIN? REALLY? Kirrahe is unamused!]

Sometimes, yes. Not as often as you wanted them. Straying from the mission path too much would have blown the entire operation! Maybe if you'd yanked you head out of your cloaca, you would have realized that.

[bickering really isn't getting these wounds cleaned out any faster, but fuck it]

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