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Post by Kooshmeister on Apr 25, 2005 3:56:10 GMT -5
Bartholomew Cryer and Edmund Rusk, or Alderon Kahill and Joshua Temple as they are now known, are escorted to the infirmary so they can be examined by the UAC doctors. Rusk looks calm but Cryer fidgets nervously as they enter the clinic, appalled by the thought of hospitals and the sick people that have come and gone before him.
OOC: Anybody have any doctor characters? XP
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Post by whitehind on Apr 25, 2005 16:39:11 GMT -5
* Cryer and Rusk are approached by a Lemming physician, garbed in sterile white *
"Hello there", says the Lemming in the most monotone squeek a lemming can produce, "Alderon and Joshua? I'm Doctor Roden. Hmmm... we were notified of you were en route in advance. Just a routine check up, follow me".
The Lemming marks something on a clipboard he is holding as he turns to lead Cryer and Rusk through the clinic.
"Hmmmm... yes... Firstly I'll run some blood tests. To see if you're carrying any foreign pathogens", drones the lemming, "Then we'll probe and cavity search you for implants and incendiary devices".
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Post by Kooshmeister on Apr 26, 2005 2:53:56 GMT -5
The hare and groundhog follow the lemming through the clinic, Cryer getting paler and paler as Dr. Roden begins listing off the various procedures. "B-blood tests? You mean, like, with, uh, n-n-needles?"
"Yeah," said Rusk, also looking scared, "and wh-what do you mean by 'probe' and 'cavity search?' C'mon, you gotta be kidding, Doc! Ha-ha, real funny... uh... I, er, guess you're not joking are you?"
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Post by whitehind on Apr 27, 2005 16:43:22 GMT -5
"I rarely do", drones Roden as he moves aside and holds a door open for the two turncoats. The door is signposted as 'SCREENING ROOM'. Inside all that is visible in the sterile, pale green room an operating table and a jumble of various pieces of machinery.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Apr 27, 2005 17:05:17 GMT -5
Cryer and Rusk both had an expression that practically screamed, "Must Flee Now!" but allowed themselves to be led into the Screening Room. The germophobic Cryer was relieved somewhat when he saw how clean and tidy this room was, while Rusk continued to look positively terrified of the notion of a 'cavity search.'
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Post by whitehind on Apr 27, 2005 17:16:24 GMT -5
* Roden enters the room behind them and closes the door. Oblivious to the duo's nervousness he grabs a long rubber glove from a dispenser on the wall and snaps over his hand and arm *
"Alright then... who's first?"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Apr 27, 2005 17:21:47 GMT -5
Their eyes widened so hugely they seemed to take up the entire top portion of their faces, and Cryer actually let out a small yelp as the glove snapped. After a moment the two began shoving one another towards the doctor, each insisting that the other go first: "After you, Josh!" "No, no, no! After you!"
Before Roden has a chance to get impatient, Rusk manages to shove Cryer forwards with enough force that the hare actually stumbles and lands face-down on the examination table, knees buckle with his rear end sticking up in the air in a very comical fashion, making Roden's job easier.
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Post by whitehind on Apr 27, 2005 18:04:58 GMT -5
* Ten minutes of extreme discomfort later and the generally considered undesirable procedure is over and the ego bruised Alderon and Temple are sat side by side on the bench *
"Now I need a blood sample. When I've had the lab run tests on it you can go", states Roden as produces a long and sharp syringe.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Apr 28, 2005 6:21:51 GMT -5
Extreme discomfort is right. Not to mention extremely humiliating. And it wasn't over, yet. Cryer looked fearfully at the enormous syringe. "Must you use a needle the size of a baseball bat, Doctor?"
He winced and squirmed when Roden stuck him with the needle, after insisting that the doctor swab extra alcohol on the intended spot, in order to make doubly sure an infection would be prevented, making no bones about the fact he hated germs.
Rusk, when it was his turn, took his blood-drawing more like a man than the surprisingly wimpy Cryer, the skinny hare being put to shame as the smaller groundhog barely even flinched when Roden stuck him with the needle. "See, 'Al?' It's not so bad?" Rusk teased, earned a stuck-out tongue from Cryer.
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Post by whitehind on Apr 28, 2005 17:47:26 GMT -5
"The test results should be analysed within the hour", says Roden as he takes the Phials of blood and move towards the door, "You can wait in the lobby and get some refreshment if you like".
The doctor walks out of the door, leaving it open.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Apr 29, 2005 7:02:47 GMT -5
Cryer watched him leave, then frowned and rubbed his arm where he'd been stuck by the needle. It was bandaged now, of course. Hopping down from the examination table, he whispered to Rusk, "Listen, let's get outta here before that nutcase comes back!"
"Get ahold of yourself, Cryer-- uh, Kahill," Rusk said, suddenly sweating as the two of them quickly looked to the open door to see if anyone had heard them. "It's okay," he said finally, sighing in relief. "Like I said, get ahold of yourself, man, you're supposed to be the brains of this outfit, ain't ya? And anyway, where are we gonna go dressed like this?"
The normally cool-headed Cryer was only acting this way because of the place he was in: hospitals and the things that went on in them made him a nervous wreck. Looking down at himself, though, he could see that Rusk was right: they were both in their underwear still. He regained his composure, or as much of it as was possible, "Okay, fine, we'll just do what he said and wait until he says we can go."
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Post by whitehind on Apr 30, 2005 19:44:54 GMT -5
* Dr. Roden re-enters the room will a printout of the test results *
"Hmmm... you both seem fine... except...", he turns to Cryer, "You need to increase you vitamin intake... You can both leave now, some clothes have been left at reception for you".
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Post by Kooshmeister on Apr 30, 2005 20:07:04 GMT -5
"My vitamin intake?" Cryer said, taking the printout from the doctor and skimming it with his eyes. "Oh," he said, "uh, yes, I had several childhood illnesses. I'm not exactly the fittest fiddle in the orchestra."
Later, the pair stood in the reception room of the clinic wearing the donated clothing: Rusk was wearing an odd combination of a knitted sweater and shorts, the former making him itch something terrible, whilst Cryer fared somewhat better than his partner, sporting a simple shortsleeved shirt and slacks.
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Post by Kooshmeister on May 23, 2005 15:17:27 GMT -5
Cryer ran full-tilt down the hallway, shoving past various startled S.P.A.C.E. personnel who wondered just why this security guard was in such a hurry. Horribly out of shape, the skinny hare was soon panting and trying to ignore a cramp in his side, glancing over his shoulder to see Bucky O'Hare still on his tail, although nowhere near catching him yet.
Halfway down the hall, several armed security guards appeared before Cryer. Skidding a halt, Cryer yelped and looked right to find a bare wall, and then left to find the entrance to the infirmary. He was right back where he started. With no other choice, he dashed for the infirmary entrance... and ran full-force into a somewhat larger security guard bear.
Both animals were knocked off their feet, Cryer landing on his butt, the guard on his back, his head smacking into the tiled hospital floor. He was rendered unconscious instantly. Cryer then noticed the maser pistol holstered at his side, and grabbed it, then turned and fired at the other guards down the hall, hitting none of them, before running into the clinic, hoping over the unconscious form of the guard.
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Post by whitehind on May 23, 2005 16:42:50 GMT -5
* Bucky raced down the corridors in pursuit of Cryer. Things were going to get dangerous, he knew it, but he wouldn't risk trying to take his quarry down in such a crowded area. Bucky flattened against the wall when Cryer opened fire, he was definately going to have to kill him before any bystanders were killed. He hopped over the unconscious bear and continued chasing. *
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