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Who: Doctor Faust (

wanderingdoctorfaust) and everybody else brave enough to come within thirty feet of him!
What: Cleaning acid burns, writing to-do lists, perhaps receiving visitors?
When: Backdated to June 26th
Where: The Ensō Clinic & Infirmary (located on square B6)
Warnings: May contain trace amounts of medical malpractice (please mark your content warnings!)

The events of the past week have proven...interesting, to put it mildly. Mind and body alike were swapped, a particularly horrifying construct menaced the local populace, and a god they didn't even know was incomplete has been restored to their former greatness. The implications given by all of these extraordinary events are beyond astounding, and as such, time should be set aside and dedicated to studying and understanding them as soon as possible!

...at least, that is what the good doctor wants to believe, but frankly? He just spent a week and a bit navigating through the isles whilst controlling a stranger's body (deprived of his long-mastered abilities, no less!), had to fight an acid-spitting eldritch horror with naught but a weird sledgehammer and heartburn-inducing flame breath, and worst of all had to witness someone else waltzing around in his body with no concern for the consequences of his face being seen. So Faust might be just the slightest bit cranky.

As such, he'll endure the multitude of aneurysms he's most likely going to suffer from trying to process everything that's happened later; right now, he has an understaffed and ill-equipped clinic that is about to experience an influx of patients. After all, it's not like people are just going to sit at home ignoring the pain instead of seeking medical help, right?

Regardless, he won't be at the reception desk when you come in - Mini-Faust is currently commandeering it instead, though he's only able to spare a distracted half-wave, too busy swinging around a small stick like a wannabe Shaolin monk. Faust himself is likely inside the supply room, judging by the concerned 'hrm's and 'argh's and muttered curses of frustration coming from within. Welcome to the clinic!

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Unsurprisingly, Mini doesn't even acknowledge Legion's presence - they're currently twirling the stick around their body like a quarterstaff, gradually increasing their tempo until the whirling twig has more in common with a jet turbine than a legendary weapon wielded only by the most brave and defiant of heroes...

"...wait a min-"

The familiar paper bag of the good doctor peers out from within the supply room, eyehole widening as soon as he realises he has a visitor - a very welcome one, at that! Assuming this is actually Legion and not someone else within their...body? Chassis? Platform? Regardless of the official terminology, he'll at least make an effort to mask his scepticism when he calls out to them:

"Ah! I didn't hear you come in, Legion! Welcome back!"

He heartily waves from the doorway, but otherwise makes no further efforts to approach the might-be-Legion currently...trying to shake hands with Mini?
...perhaps he has grown paranoid. If this really wasn't Legion, would they even have been able to manage the fine motor function necessary to walk through the entryway? Let alone have the peculiar mindset to greet a tiny creature by trying to shake hands with it?

(Legion is considering attempting to engage the small creature in play instead when Faust notices them.)

Faust-Doctor.

(Their hand returns to their side.)

And just like that, all paranoid delusions are dispelled from the good doctor's mind. He steps out from the doorway and closes the distance between the two of them, probably doing a poor job of masking his relief at Legion's return - but who gives a damn. Faust actually likes Legion, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried for the synthetic's health since what last month's 'changes' wrought.

"How are you feeling today, my friend?"

...when was the last time he was able to call someone that...?

(Their headflaps lift, flutter.)

All systems functional.

Is Faust-Doctor also functioning acceptably?

(Legion is unaware of Faust's thoughts. However they are pleased by the declaration of alliance, even if they are unaware of its significance.)

Fortunately, Legion's inquiry prevents Faust from going down the more unpleasant routes in his mind, and he's quick to snap out of it and respond:

"Much better now that I'm in my own body again, thank you! I've been trying to get back into the swing of things, in fact I was just-"

Ah, that's right. The supply deficit. Perhaps...?

"-actually, Legion, could I ask if you know of anybody else around these parts who might be carrying medical supplies? Our stock here is...not as significant as I thought it was, ah-hah..."

He scratches the back of his bag awkwardly, side-eyeholing the supply room's doorway.
The items generously donated had felt sufficient at the time, but reality has as habit of rudely correcting one's silly assumptions at the most inconvenient of times. To be fair, though, he should really have started searching for actual supplies far sooner, instead of chancing it with the various exotic flora and fauna of the isles...

...Uncertain.

(Not a lie, but not entirely true either: they have some ideas who might, but for various reasons they aren't sure if asking is the best idea.)

Supplies needed?

(Bandages, medicines, antiseptics, tools?

Might help if they had a better idea of what is desired. Perhaps they could also contribute stories for a supply of medi-gel, though that would also come with difficulties.)

"...well, if I'm being brutally honest, literally anything. What few tools we have need sterilisation, I'm not entirely familiar with how we're supposed to use some of the herbs we've collected, and...well...we don't even have rudimentary saline solution. That's where we're at right now."

The fact this has gone on for so long is a huge embarrassment for Faust, especially for having allowed himself to get distracted by the fascinating environments of the isles when he really should have been working on the clinic's infrastructure...
And now they have injured they cannot treat. This cannot continue, no ifs, no buts.

"If you're not certain, don't worry about it - I'm compiling a list of things we need, and I intend to ask our supposedly benevolent overlord for them. I'll also be asking around to see if there's anybody capable of refining our herbs into more usable forms, or perhaps someone proficient in woodcarving..."

The good doctor is woefully unaware of just how costly large amounts of items can be, and is likely going to be in for a shock in the near future.

Tools can be sterilized via use of fire. Asgore has knowledge of plants and may be able to assist. As it is possible to extract salt from the surrounding ocean, saline solution should be craftable.

(They chatter. He is clearly not accustomed to functioning in this environment.)

Acquiring technology from the Storyteller, though useful, is costly.

...okay, when Legion puts it like that, Faust does feel a bit stupid. He gently acquaints his free hand with the front of his bag before speaking, voice slightly muffled under his palm.

"Good grief, how on Earth didn't I think of any of that...?!"

This is embarrassing. Looks like he's going to be out gathering firewood tonight!

"...so I hear. Have you made any requests of them before, Legion?"

Affirmative, though we have largely restricted requests to frivilous items, simple tools, and weapons unlikely to see frequent use.

(They chatter.)

Any item which makes use of electricity will require weekly recharge via mana pool. Items that utilize specialized single use objects, such as ammunition, will require continuosly purchasing more to refill supplies.

"So in other words, I should only ask for equipment we can reuse. That does certainly narrow my options, though now I'm stuck wondering how much of what's on my list could just be replicated through simpler means..."

But as far as he's aware, the isles have little in the way of refined metals, and there's not really any plants lying around that could be spun into thread...he's going to be plundering the library for more books on this topic in the neat future, it seems.

"...perhaps it is time I talked to our fellow islanders about these matters. I've been meaning to ask around for any surplus items we could use, anyway."

"We recommend this course of action."

They chatter, considering.

"Simple tools can be crafted from bone, and catgut-thread created from processed animal intestines-is commonly used for stitching."

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