Video ♦ 006

[septim]

[ For the briefest moment, an exhausted looking Martin sports a wide, red-and-black gash on his cheek. It's just your imagination, however—in seconds, a shimmering yellow-tinged light washes over his face, closing the wound until only dried blood is left. ] I'm sorry I haven't properly welcomed those of you who have just arrived. My name is Martin Septim, and together with Doctor John Watson, I run the transport clinic. Please, if you must travel around and outside the Hold, be careful. The natives are not happy with us, we're running out of medical supplies, and I don't have any magicka potions.

Thank you for your time. [ In a hurry, Martin cuts off the feed. ]

Comments

[video]

[birdhousesoul]

I've got no lyrium, for that matter, but Pounce runs on dried mackerel.

[This is not the non sequitur it may sound like, and Martin will know why.]

Need a hand? Not in the clinic, I shouldn't think, but out and about.

( Video )

[septim]

At this point, I will take Pounce as a healer.

That would be great, Anders. I feel like I'm about to throw up.

[video]

[birdhousesoul]

Right, I'll do housecalls. Or ... dark-alley-calls.

( Video )

[septim]

[ A tired smile. ] Thank you, Anders. I owe you.

[discontented]

[ Clinic? Oh. Doctors! Mukhari was a doctor once. Wow, that guy looks so run down. Place must be busy these days. And there's only two of them? Well, obviously the right and noble thing for Mukhari to do now would be to offer up his doctory services and try to ease the workload.... ]

Whoa! Uh. Sorry. Could you point out where this clinic is for those of us not in the know? Or is that the same thing as the infirmary, 'cause I think we got one of those things too.

[ ...Or not. ]

[septim]

I forgot the most important thing, forgive me. [ So tired, so hungry, so everything. ] It's outside the Hold, [ address pending ]

[oops sorry should've said, this is all voice...]

[discontented]

Right, right. Cool. got it. Is it, uh, just the two of you in the clinic....?

( Voice )

[septim]

Aside from Initiative assistance, yes. Understaffed is an understatement.

voice;

[onemoredeath]

It seems they are getting far too noisy for any entertainment these days.

[ The healing bruise and cut lip are a couple days old, but the maniac glee about fighting still hasn't left his eyes. ]

They are blaming us, are they?

( Video )

[septim]

Yes, they are. And not just that, they are attacking us even if we try to help. [ Martin thumbs his cheek. ] I almost lost my eye in that fight...

( Video )

[onemoredeath]

[ Totally meant video too /palmface. ]

Then don't. If they are attacking despite what you offer, then they aren't worth the pain they will cause you.

( Video )

[septim]

[ Assumed as much! ] I am a healer. They might not thank us now, but I have hope that treating them with kindness will help them see we are not evil.

permatext;

[boughtabookstore]

How are things at the clinic?

( Text )

[septim]

Difficult. We're running out of supplies. Getting more patients than we can accommodate.

[boughtabookstore]

Has the Initiative offered any help as to supplies?

[septim]

They're running out too. I'm prioritizing magical methods over mundane methods, if possible.

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[mslegendary]

[Because she hates being in new places without information and it's hard when the game has changed so completely, she's almost desperate for intel.]

My name is Nikita, it's nice to meet you. From the few things I've learned, your services will be sorely needed.

[She offers a half smile.]

Is there anything more you can tell me about the tension outside of these walls?

( Video )

[septim]

[ Martin's more tired than he thought—he's seeing double. Did Roslyn just introduce herself as Nikita? Divines, he needs a vacation. ] Likewise, despite the circumstances.

They are suffering from the same side-effects as us. And they're blaming us for it. It's very likely you might have to defend yourself from them. And if you must, please don't kill them. Our reputation is poor as it is.

( Video )

[mslegendary]

I'm afraid I missed out on the side-effects. From what little I understand, people are being affected in strange ways. Do we know anything more?

It just so happens I'm rather creative with not killing people. I've had a little practice you could say.

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[theguideless]

Martin...[a beat.]

Did Robin go there? Did you help him?

( Voice )

[septim]

[ It's so hard to sound enthusiastic when you're about to fall over from exhausting. ] Hello, Martin. Are you doing well?

No, can't say I have. Did something happen?

[theguideless]

I... [he flounders. which question does he answer first?

he makes a sound, quickly rushing to reply:] I, I don't know. He was...I mean, he sounded...[wincing:] Bad. I told him to go. Go and see you, you and John. To help.

( Action )

[doctorly]

[when John finds him does he give a concerned look, things just seem to be getting worse.]

Martin, maybe you should take a break. Just enough to gather your energy. You shouldn't push yourself too far.

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[septim]

[ Normally, Martin would argue with that. But there's only three healers that they know of. Using his own magic to staunch his exhaustion isn't working any more—it isn't a substitute for a good night's rest and actual food. ] I should. I'll be in my room if you need me.

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[doctorly]

Alright, be sure to eat and sleep properly.

[that's his concerned and doctor tone there, showing he's serious here, he expects Martin to take better care of himself starting now. it won't do any good to have them dropping like flies when everyone else is depending on their support.

vaguely, john wonders how it got this bad]