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lifeaftr2019-07-11 03:35 pm
wanderingdoctorfaust) wrote in lifeaftr2019-07-11 03:35 pm
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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!
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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It... does still suck, though.
"Yeah. See you." That's that, he guesses. So Ginko pushes a hand through his hair and turns to head back into the clinic. He still needs to talk to Faust, anyway.
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"...I'm so sorry you had to be witness to that."
His voice is partially muffled by desk, but it's not entirely inaudible. Nor is the full-body sigh he makes, dripping with raw exasperation and frustration. It doesn't help that he's not making it clear whether he refers to his behaviour towards the skeleton, his anxiety attack, or both.
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But, the anxiety attack is another story, and still needs addressing. "How're you feeling? Do you need water or anything?"
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He barely avoids saying 'lengthy history together'. Either answer is hardly a single ice molecule from the tip of the iceberg, but at least they're both completely truthful. Never mind his prickly and borderline hostile towards the skeleton - he can't even begin to fix his attitude towards the Strawman if he can't even contain his own gut reaction to detached limbs, misplaced organs, and-
Faust sits up, immediately aborting that train of thought because he absolutely is not in any state to even begin properly dealing with that at the moment. He can - he knows he can - put this aside for now and return to it at another as-of-yet undetermined point in time. Right now, he is the Deputy Medical Director at The Ensō Clinic & Infirmary and he has a job to do. People are counting on him, and he's counting on them too.
"Thank you for your concern, young Ginko. Let me assure you that I'll be dealing with this - both my extremely unpleasant attitude towards our mutual friend, and my own personal issues - as soon as humanly possible. I have no intention of making a habit out of any of this."
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Ginko nods, still watching Faust carefully. "Sounds like a good plan. But do make sure to look out for yourself, alright? If you've got to take a break or something, you can."
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...though he's still going to silently fume over the fact that of all the strange things to walk in the door after Ginko, it had to be one of exceptionally few things that could break through his own mental fortress. And now his fellow employee is aware of this being an issue, and...argh! Damn that Strawman!
"Thank you, I will. I'll...go for a walk. Maybe get some tea from the Denny. I wonder if Miss Muffet is baking something right now...?"
At the mention of a possible acquisition of edibles, Mini shoots up and starts punching the air, as if the mere potential of taking a break is a monumentous occasion. Perhaps from a certain point of view, it is.
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He considers, idly, whether Hector will have had time to move far enough away that they won't run into each other outside, but it should have been long enough by now. So: "That sounds like a good idea. I can look after the clinic for a while, and call you if I need help here, alright?"
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Regardless, the good doctor will nod in approval of the idea, before standing back up and gradually making his way back around the desk...right before he begins the inevitable dramatics anew.
"...yes, I...yes. Yes. Very well! I shall entrust the care of this facility to you, young Ginko, as my prodigal physician! Do the esteemed people of Clinicvania proud as the deputy-deputy medical director this sovereign country needs! FOR GLORY AND HEALTHCARE!"
Amidst all the ham and cheese lies some actual sincerity and heartfelt gratitude - granted, it might be a little difficult to decipher it from all the ballet stances and giant cow milking going on. Nevertheless, by the time his little performance is complete, Faust has already tap-danced his way around Ginko and shuffled his way out the front door, Mini nowhere to be found and presumably accompanying their master on his grand quest for baked goods...
...though he does poke his bag through the doorway once more before departing for good:
"-thank you!!!"