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[bloodspeaker]

Well, isn't this just peachy. As if we didn't have enough fucking work to do without an actual disaster situation coming down on our heads.

[Adrasteius glares into the feed, his pale, thin face looking a bit haggard.]

Folks, my name's Adrasteius, and I'm the guy in charge of our clinic. Emphasis on ours, mind you. If you were injured in the crash and you need medical attention, please let me know immediately. I can come to you, or I can send you someone else.

[He huffs, runs a hand through his hair. He's already been running around ever since the spaceship crashed, tending mostly to the natives caught in the blast. Sweat beads his throat and forehead.

His voice is a little hesitant when he goes on.]

On another note, for the safe and waiting and bored... Due to my work here, and bullshit like this, I haven't really gotten a chance to explore the surrounding areas. I'm not asking for the weather report out there or something, I just need to know--have any of you with the skill sensed any natural magic in this land?

[It might be a long shot. It probably is a long shot. But he's at least got to ask.]

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[bloodspeaker]

You're damn right it does!

[that is not an enthusiastic response. damn it.]

You're gonna leave me hanging here, aren't you.

[highhealplz]

[ eurgh. that sounds so... boring. ]

Do you need the help on that front?

[bloodspeaker]

We're short-staffed in all possible respects. I need help on every front.

[YOU GONNA MAN UP OR WHAT.]

[highhealplz]

Well, I'm here to help with the healing, obviously...

[ ashraf did you just sigh. ]

Count me in for all of it, anything you need.

[bloodspeaker]

[atta boy. Adra sighs with relief, but--]

Try not to sound so enthusiastic.

[highhealplz]

Sorry, was that too much? I'll dial it down a little. [ a smile here, even if it's reluctant. ]

I'll stop by when things are settled here.

[bloodspeaker]

I'll have pen and paper waiting.

[JOKING.

SOMEWHAT.]

[highhealplz]

[ a pause. LONG PAUSE. ]

Sorry, um... where is the clinic, again?

[bloodspeaker]

Are you fucking kidding me? You worked here. You worked here like it was the only thing you cared about doing.

[kind of respected old-Ashraf for that, to be honest. WHY IS VERSION 2.0 SO LAZY AND CHEERFUL? Happiness makes a person useless, clearly.]

[highhealplz]

I worked there fifty years ago. I try not to play the old man card often, but really — I'm going to need a little help, here.

[bloodspeaker]

[You gotta stop pulling that number on elves, Ashraf. THEY JUST DON'T CARE.]

Psh, old man. Please. [he gives the directions, regardless.]

[highhealplz]

Old human man. [ sigh. ELVES ARE THE WORST. ] But thank you. I'll be there when I can.