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.

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[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..."

[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."

[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.

[explosion_day]

Rick wouldn't argue that point a lot--punching was way cooler than kicking, but you had to work with what you had to work with. "That's, right. Improvise!"

Little mind was paid to his discomfort. "Alright, so first you strike a cool stance, like--like the bad guy's facing you, right? And the wind's blowin' your hair around and you sneer at the guy and say somethin' like,"

Rick's optic narrowed, brazenly, "These boots are made for kickin', and that's just what they'll do. Then you spin around real fast and land that sucker one in the head!"

[makesithot]

As Rick dictated the movements, Chili copied. First, he struck a cool stance. He stood with his legs apart, feet grounded. He stared at Rick's glowing optic, nodding firmly along with his direction and then made a final nod. "Okay, I think I've got this down." So sure of this.

Chili then shut his eyes and repeated the first part: cool stance, nasty sneer, (he forgot to add a line because he's already too dizzy), and now it was time for the spin and the kick. Chili made a loud "Huuah!" as he propelled himself with one foot to spin before trying to perform a high kick, but that probably was not the wisest option in a cramped infirmary room.

The patient fell and hit his head on the ground, his foot managing to hit nothing but the underside of the bed. After successfully flipping the bed with his foot and completely destroying his room, surely there would be something to be proud of??

"........................." Oh. While he may not be unconscious, Chili appears unresponsive after his nasty spill.

[explosion_day]

And Rick's little robot heart swelled with pride three sizes that day.

"......."

But after Chili (and the bed) hit the floor Rick stared down at him for a bit. If he had a stick or a foot this is the part where he'd poke Chili with it.

"Yeah uh... good job. Keep up the good work."

Then Rick turned around and exited on his railing, whistling a bit merrily, not a hint of remorse or concern in his tune.

Good nice, sweet prince.

[makesithot]

Goodnight, Rick. That is what Chili would have said if he was paying attention. The floor felt pretty nice, actually.

Maybe now it was time for sleep. Yeah.