Office Log

[gentlesaint]

Who: Rhys and you!
What: Office log! ...Can also be called "help nurse" log.
When: Dates of 10/21 - 10/28 but you can also go for something earlier/later than that if convenient
Where: Infirmary or Rhys’s office, which is just inside the infirmary.
Warnings: THERE COULD BE CARNAGE AND PESTILENCE HERE. There may also be tripping out due to candy drugs.

We're all familiar with office logs around here, right? If you're not, then allow me to explain really quickly: Your dude stops in for any reason whatsoever, be it trouble with grades, asking permission for something, stopping to chat, dropping off a form, and other office-like concerns. Or even miscellaneous concerns. Then we'll take it away from there. Rhys is a bit of a special case, since he runs the infirmary. That means you could also drag yourself in with some kind of unbearable ailment or crippling injury and have Rhys get you treated. Have a status condition? Never fear, solutions are here! Got in a fight with your arch nemesis in the locker room? Bleed no more; there’s plenty of bandages and/or heal staves to go around! Usually.

ANOTHER THING I WOULD LIKE TO ENCOURAGE: Is your character hopped up on drugs? Drop them in! I don’t care what reason they would have to stumble in. I just want Rhys to have to deal with druggies and raise his suspicion about the whole drug deal further. That being said, I request at least one of his patients to be under the influence. That is all! Have fun.

Comments

[makesithot]

Again, Chili felt the need to question Rick's ability to punch. From behind the haze of whatever painkillers he was currently on, he questioned belatedly and wondrously, "How're you going to do that if you don't have any hands? Robo-eyeballs can't punch."

[makesithot]

His head lulled and fell back onto the pillow behind him.

"Yeah, whatever. Talk down to me all you want, I guess it's pretty easy to do it while I'm already burnt out," mumbled Chili, looking away from his brother entirely. Cress's attitude seemed to be grating on Chili's nerves, but in a way he couldn't respond to with his characteristic fury. He wasn't about to be receptive to lecture at a time like this.

[gentlesaint]

"I'll be just a bit, then." Offering him one last smile before he left, Rhys crept away from the cot and enclosed his space in a privacy curtain. He wasn't sure if he would appreciate that or not, but something told him he might.

When he came back several minutes later, it was with the tea he promised. He carefully set it on the bedside table that was there and looked at Jin expectantly. "How are you feeling now?" he asked.

[makesitcool]

Chili's remark stung in two ways: he truly was getting jabs in while he was down and out, and it made Cress feel like he wanted to pace backwards in time and bite his tongue before he could add any kind of astringency to his lecture- which he still felt justified in dishing out. Had he not been so worried, then maybe he would feel less regret for reminding Chili of his bad decisions, but Cress had just feared for his brother's life countless times from the second he heard of the fight and the moment he stood next to his bed now, and the blue-haired triplet softened like butter.

"I won't make you talk so much right now. You may explain yourself later. Please rest." He reached over to place his hand over his shoulder.

WOW I SUCK. LIKE A LOT.

[travelingbelle]

Blue shushed him gently, motioning for him to try and lay back.

"Shh, relax. You don't owe me anything. It looks like you've already learned a lesson or two already."

Re: 10/16; Late evening sometime

[vela_nova]

"They're the life force of my world... Their flames cause destruction and give life. Even I don't know what their limits are."

Re: 10/22

[iwannacheat]

"I didn't know trainers were capable of fighting their own battles," Kazooie crosses her arms with a grin. "Oh wait, this just proves that you aren't."

Re: Oct. 15th, evening

[iwannacheat]

"I can tolerate more pain than a human lady giving undrugged birth!" She's only basing this on some fighting moves she and Banjo had to use back home, and does not know how much pain human childbirth really is.

[explosion_day]

"Hey." Rick barked in offense, "That's racist. You're bein' racist and that's besides the point 'cause apparently you aren't doin' much better right now."

[makesithot]

"Racist?" Chili questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Whatever, I don't think that even applies here! But hey, since I have arms, I can punch all I like! It's easy, I know how to do it just fine! So until you can show me your moves..."

He attempted to make a punching motion with both of his fists, but immediately regretted it. So much for trying to prove a point. "Owwww, shit..."

[majorjealousy]

Jin took a small sip, keeping his eyes on the glass rather than at Rhys. Usually eye contact was one of the blonde's top virtues, but less was more in a situation where someone was tending to him. He had never been fully comfortable with the idea of not being entirely self sufficient, but that was probably why the fever had gotten as bad as it did.

"Alright," he said firmly, and added "Hot," as an afterthought.

IT'S OK. I'M PRETTY SUCKY TOO.

[makesithot]

She was right about that, but acknowledging it wasn't something Chili was readily wanting to do. He breathed out in a sigh, appearing contemplative and letting his good shoulder rise and fall in a half-hearted shrug. "Yeah, I guess, but..."

But what? He couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was he was trying to say. Suddenly, it struck him: even though he was generally down at the moment, he lit up. "Your Arcanine! He's really strong!" proclaimed Chili abruptly. "I'm going to have to admit that he is lucky to have as great of a trainer as you, because I think that's what makes all the difference!" Then, his expression dropped once again as he lamented his current position. "Me, though... I shouldn't have done that, especially since I just resigned as a gym leader so that I could retrain. Talk about a bad move!"

Re: Oct. 15th, evening

[abirdinthebag]

Banjo had to give her a confused and horrified look at that. He didn't even want to think about that right now.

[travelingdarkness]

Blake opened the door and bounded in, seemingly full of energy despite his deathly pallor. With a cheery (but strangely unsettling) smile, he greeted the priest. "Good morning. I believe I am in need of some medical assistance, if it's not too much trouble at this hour."

[explosion_day]

RICK PREPARED HIMSELF. PREPARED HIMSELF TO SHOW HIM HIS MOVES...

But Chili made an ow.

"See." Rick said, raising his handlebars in in a very Chili pls manner. "See--that right there is something you should definitely not do."

"Can't use your arms right now so you gotta' improvise."

"Try punchin' with your feet."

Re: 10/16; Late evening sometime

[sicklypriest]

Rhys's eyes widened. "That is... far more power than anyone should have control of." Much less someone like Eggman. The priest feared what could be in store for the school if he made some kind of power grab with the Sol Emerald, or something else his imagination could provide about such a future scenario. "Someone must stop him!"

A second after, he added, "...But not you! You still need to recuperate from your injuries. We'll just have to find someone else."

[sicklypriest]

"It's never too much trouble at any hour," replied Rhys, shutting the book and putting it aside to rise. "What can I do for you?"

[travelingdarkness]

"I believe I have acquired a severe case of poisoning," was his happy reply. With an alarming calmness, the Dark Type added, "If it is in your ability to treat before I lose consciousness, I would be greatly appreciative."

[makesithot]

"That's called kicking, Rick," Chili stated, gently nursing his wounded shoulder with a hand. "And kicking is lamer than punching, so I'd rather punch!" Then again, he had a point... Chili rectified his previous statement by adding, "But I guess I have to improvise when I'm down like this, huh? Sure, I can kick, no problem! Kicking is easy!"

The boy hopped from the bed he sat upon and stumbled, dizzy from the head injury he sustained coupled with the effects of pain relievers. He seemed to pay it very little mind as he turned to Rick and readied himself. "So a kick's what you want? Tell me what you want me to do, I'm ready!"

So ready. He's probably just going to hurt himself again.

[makesithot]

He had no qualms with that suggestion, sitting back and trying to deal with the pain he was currently in. "I don't have anything to explain, anyway," he admitted, shutting his eyes and staring angrily at the darkness of his eyelids. "I already said it: I said I would, and that's that. I don't want to chicken out anymore, Cress. Not anymore, not after..."

Chili wouldn't need to complete his sentence that his current troubles wouldn't complete for themselves in order for his brother to understand. It was clear that he was referring to their skipping out on N's Castle.

[gentlesaint]

Rhys smiled a smile of condolence. "Well... If you need anything more, just ask. Hopefully your fever will go down as soon as possible, and I want to help in any way I can."

This tag almost had a tragic typo: HOPE YOU LIKE BEING SPAYED

[gentlesaint]

Rhys reacted with confused shock. The confusion stemmed from the student's complacency, the shock self-explanatory.

"Oh! Please, sit down! Anywhere is fine; I'll be right back with an antidote of some kind! Just... whatever you do, don't faint, please!" The fretful healer slowly backed away as he projected those hasty commands and then did as he promised: he hurried off to search for a solution to Blake's poisoning. Then, he returned with a type of spray bottle that might look familiar. He didn't even know Blake was a Pokemon yet; he just sort of grabbed anything out of his stock of items that were good for healing poison. Whatever worked!

By now, he was less frantic about it, but he didn't ask any questions before he started administering the antidote. "Now hold still!" HOPE YOU LIKE BEING SPRAYED.

Re: 10/16; Late evening sometime

[vela_nova]

"I can't just... stay here..." She was still feeling weak, and as she tried to sit up she ended up falling back to the bed, cursing her own weakness.

[majorjealousy]

Jin dipped his head even further, staring at his hands like they owed him a debt.

"Right."

He shook the shame off, placing the glass on the table near the cot, and grabbing the blanket, obviously thinking very hard about actually getting under the covers.

[thedesertrose]

The idea that the priest had taken so long to actually respond, to which she knew he was giving it great thought, intrigued the Gerudo. In hindsight, she'd taken note of the idea that from what she read on priests, they were mostly peaceful people and likely didn't believe in force. It wasn't her kind of lifestyle, but she supposed she could respect it at the very least. After all, she honestly couldn't picture throwing Rhys into the fray next to Byrne or anyone like that. The martial arts instructor would have practically chewed him up and spit him out.

...On the other hand, Rhys had once upon a time been somewhat close to Ganondorf. Maybe there was more to him than what met the eye.

Nabooru eyed the redhead with interest as she leaned onto her right hand. "Hm... I take it you never did much of that back home. You're used to being in the back of the line, right? If something happened to you, after all, you couldn't do what you do best - help other people." She tapped at her chin with a few fingertips and tipped her head a few times, from one side to the other, and back again. "When you say spar, you mean like a blade to blade one?"