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Hello kiddos.

[Doc Yewll has the camera aimed at the flowers in her little nursery in the back of her clinic. She shifts position to lean on a shelf full of what looks like flats of grasses.]

I think I've worked out a healthy selection here that I can use to build up my pharmacy for the fleshy meat and bone types. But I got a problem. Bear with me.

[She turns the camera to a shelf of various liquids. Thirium. Something that's bright pink. Another conductive silver mess. An arrangement of tools, too.]

I need more supplies for cybernetic repair. A lotta people with mods. A lotta people that are robots or androids. I need to be able to patch 'em up long enough to get to a technician for permanent repairs because, let's be real, those are parts that can't heal.

[On most people, anyway.]

[She turns the camera back towards her scaly, pale head, looking as earnest as she possibly can. Which is sort of her default look. Joy and levity are a foreign language to this hard face.]

So, if you can build me some of my tech requests or do a supply run for me? I'll reimburse you. I got a list of raw chemicals I need- Please. No milk jugs. Real storage, thanks. If you're gonna get inventive at least make it a growler.

[She says this like it's been a problem in the past. And it has. Thanks, battle-weary post alien invasion apocalyptic world.]

And if you're pretty good at building or modifying stuff? I have some particular requests for scanners. Ultrasounds, EEGs, MRIs, 'X-Ray's all reduced in size and optimized for safety. I've got some specs and basic materials already gathered up. [Most of the tech here is meant to hide those chips or mechanical parts she's heard about from newcomers. But she wants to fiddle with some enough to see it. And medical treatment? Valid excuse to mess with some supplies.]

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Aw, those are pretty. [Right. Business.]

Shoot me a list, I'll see what I can come up with. Long as you don't ask too many questions about where it comes from.

Oh, I'm sure you'll acquire it through perfectly legitimate means.

[She says it like it needs to be said on the network, but honestly gives less than the slightest of fucks over how anyone gets her anything that could help her out. You know... she'd prefer no one was tortured, though. But she's not gonna cry over kicking someone in the wallet.]

Yeah, I'll get you a list. Some of it's easy, just a little bit of a trip for me. Some of them are stuff that come from industrial production.

Oh yeah, totally. Totally legit. I'm totally innocent. [Uh huh sure.]

Hey, maybe we'll get lucky. [Ha.] I should be able to get most of it for you.

[It's at least a little encouraging that someone is concerned about the synthetics like her. She'd mostly figured people were generally distrustful of them.]

I may be able to assist, provided the appropriate materials are available.

Yeah, I have a bunch of the parts. I got some old secondhand handheld medical scanners. They're not bad. Just not detailed enough for my liking.

[Being a synthetic herself, if carbon-based, she knows that whole shtick all too well.]

You look like you could use some special gear yourself. If you come in I could take a look.

They should be easy enough to modify. [They're probably not even close to level of technology EDI is accustomed to. Or is.]

I may. This frame is highly specialized and I have my doubts that there are adequate repair facilities should something happen to it.

[kiddos, huh.]

Don’t doctors usually have high school candy stripers for this kind of fetching?

Luckily we've made medical advancements. Like not commissioning high schoolers.

[Defiance doesn't even have a high school.]

But I'm not above asking strangers who live in my dorm.

I'm pretty good at finding useful things accidentally, sooo I could probably do a good job finding useful things on purpose.

[That is to say, he's offering his services to help get her supplies. It's something to do, and sounds like it's for a good cause. That's really the only convincing he needs.]

You too, huh? My roommate is great at it. Kinda creepy but great to have around.

['Kinda creepy but great to have around' is the best sort of abilities to surround yourself with.]

Alright, I need some really basic stuff too. Extra alcohol, iodine, that kind of thing.

On a more difficult to find note, I have to find some raw potassium and manganese.

[He wouldn't argue the 'kinda creepy but great to have around' part at all. In fact, he doesn't. Instead he gives a nod of his head and the 'ok' sign with his hand.]

I can do that. The uh, raw potassium and manganese stuff might be a little outta my league, though. Not even sure what it looks like.

You can get 'em in hydroponics stores and in vitamin shops. They put potassium in soil and manganese is used to in a lotta vitamin mixes.

The more you know, huh?

[She can also use these chemicals to help her build power cells if she needs.]

Mind if I ask about the mask or is that personal thing?

Shit, I'll remember that.

[And he will, judging by his appreciative tone. He really likes to learn new things and is always grateful for anyone willing to explain...well, anything.]

Oh, it's a prosthetic.

[He cuts the explanation off there, though. He's okay explaining that much, but anything beyond that is too painful a memory to dredge up, especially considering he recently had to relive it beyond those weird doors. Still, his tone is not bothered by the question.]

Need any salves or painkillers or are you covered?

[She needs to make the offer more than she needs a sordid backstory. Some people are too proud to seek help but she doesn't think this is the case. Sounds like it's an old scar he doesn't want to deal with anymore. Which is fine, but she's gotta make sure he's comfortable.]

[He pauses, if only because he's slightly taken aback.]

Thanks for the offer, but it only hurts sometimes. Not a big deal. [He pauses yet again though, rubbing the back of his head, fingers brushing against the straps that cause his mask to shift from the action.] But...I kinda get these really bad migraines I used to take medication for. Do you have anything for that?

[He doesn't like to take his other medications, but the ones for his migraines he definitely doesn't know what he'd do without. Well, suffer, he supposes.]

Oh yeah, I could help you out with those. Got something you can take when you feel 'em coming on, should keep you covered all day.

How often do they happen?

Awesome, thanks. They usually come on once every couple of days. Or if I get too stressed, I guess.

[Or when some supernatural fuckery is afoot, like post-weird vision, but it's easier to leave that out.]

I had to have a prescription back home.

Did your doctor say there was anything special to them or were they run of the mill human-brand migraines?

[Because, right, this is a place where supernatural fuckery and otherwise do cause physical ailments.]

Human-brand migraines. Uh, mostly.

[He's not even sure if he qualifies as 'human' anymore, but he sure feels like it when he gets one of those migraines. But that's besides the point...he should probably mention the other thing.]

Also, sometimes I get weird visions and my head feels like it's going to explode after. But my doctor didn't know about that.

[Hallucinations? This poor guy is getting all the bad brainwaves.]

[Or actual visions?]

[You know what? Could be either.]

Hey how about you actually stick around for a few scans. Better safe than sorry. Gotta make sure you don't have an apocalypse triggering device embedded in your spine or frontal lobe alien surges or whatever the crap that normal doctors don't usually check for.

[She said 'shtak' but, again, it translates as crap.]

[He pauses for two reasons. One, those were all very specific, but he supposes he shouldn't be too surprised by that one, and two, stopping by a clinic or hospital just to get some medication is one thing but staying for scans and actual medical work is not something he really wants to do.

He doesn't like hospitals or clinics. He has to force himself to go into them back home. He remembers when his dad had to hold his arm like a child to get him to go get a basic check up. He was seventeen.]

I'm...pretty sure I don't?

Any solid idea of what's causing it?

[She'd accept no for an answer. But she's also dedicated to making people better. Occasionally this comes with irritating insistence.]

Yes.

[For a moment it seems as if he's going to leave it at that. "Yes, I know what's causing it and it's not a doomsday device in my head so don't worry", but when the pause stretches out just enough he elaborates just a little.]

I've had them since I was a kid, after an accident. Luckily, I don't think I have an alien frontal lobe surge...thing. I mean, I'm pretty sure the migraines are separate from the...other weird stuff.

[Or whatever she said.]

Well, consider it anyway. [Tests she can't insist on. Bedrest and food, she can.]

I make my own prescriptions so I need to check what species you are and if you have any major allergies or aversions. But you can do that here.

I'll be honest with you, I haven't a clue what's going on with me lately. I'm pretty sure I'm human, though. No allergies that I know of, so there's that.

Boy, you know someone's been through an adventure when they start being unsure of what species they are.

...That actually has happened to patients before. So. I'm not inexperienced with that, either.

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