Clinic Post [OPEN]

[salarian_savant]

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.

Comments

[anarrowtotheeye]

[Having been seen in by the receptionist, Dun heads over to the room Mordin's in and knocks. It seems like the good doctor's practice is attracting a lot of people's attention; the place seems busier than it was the last time he checked in. Hopefully he'll have time for a repeat patient.]

[motivationalspeaker]

[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.]

can we backdate til about a week ago?

[fun_police]

Today the clinic's receptionist might find itself with a rather unusual visitor. What would a mech - a sapient one at that, have any business doing in a medical center for organics?

Well, he didn't seem interested in disclosing any details at the door. Prowl insisted that he needed to see the salarian doctor to discuss the use of any spare lab equipment, and that was it. He was willing to pay or trade for it if necessary. Unusual, but despite the secrecy, the request could hardly be called hostile. He was just being cautious.

With him were supplies equally as odd. One was easily recognizable: a starship-grade spare hydrogen fuel cell. The fuel tank was the smallest one could buy, but it was still a rather sizable barrel at around Prowl's own height. The other was a little stranger and much smaller. It was tightly closed flask of glowing, pink fluid.

[mathemagician]

Kengo had put this off for far too long.

During the attack and even afterwards, he had heard about the clinic and routed people there when they needed help. He didn't know about the sort of person who ran it, but it had to be better than nothing. He had been on Omega for nearly a month and now was the only time he had found to go to the clinic for himself. In the beginning, he'd been too lost, then the attack had happened, and then he'd found a job that took up most of his time. All of that, combined with someone arriving from his own world, and he was strapped to find time for himself.

Not that he really wanted it, considering what he assumed his emotional and mental state to be in. His attacks were still happening -- increasingly so, it seemed. Kengo had put his name on the list and waited for half an hour or so, nervously picking at the sleeve of his jacket. The king of the infirmary had waited so long to go to the clinic -- his friends would have been amused by that, he thought.

When it was his turn, Kengo carefully shuffled into the room, one hand in his pocket as he stayed close to the door. How was he supposed to handle something as unfamiliar as this?

Always late... Can we backdate to just after the invasion?

[dowhatittakes]

[It's probably common to see asari in the clinic but not everyday that Liara is sitting patiently in the waiting room. She's already checked in with the nurse but she's looking a little more worn down than usual. That might be because of the nice gash on her crown and a couple of thick bandages hiding some rather bad burns along her arms and hands. They look sore and she's just going to be patient until Mordin comes around.

She really doesn't want to talk about how she managed to get so banged up.]

[unyieldingly]

[Hawke's been in time and time again to help Mordin and the others in the clinic with whatever she can. Science isn't her specialty in the least but Mordin's given her a chance. That's all she can really ask for at this point, after all. But she's also noticed that Mordin's never taking breaks, never stopping, always going.

She's wrapping bandages when there's finally some downtime for her to speak up.]

I don't know how you can keep going. Aren't you exhausted?

some random day in late march

[tobeahero]

[Ashlynn had been directed to the clinic some time ago, but only just felt up to making her way there. Between the bouts of sudden sickness, needing to make money so she could eat, and general confusing about where things were located, she just hadn't managed to get there any sooner.

Once she had, though, she stood around staring - looking rather like a bumpkin - and trying to figure out what all the things she was seeing was for. She was terribly curious and very tempted to reach out and touch a few things...]


[ooc: sorry for the late tag in, been really busy.]