[Open] Dr. Medic's Sleepaway Funtimes Camp

[mementomoritz]

I. So girl keep telling me [network post]

[About three hours after the whole post-Esmeeting kerfuffle, every phone included in the Executor group chat suddenly blares loudly with an incoming post that appears to have every possible alert and priority notice the person writing it could find attached to it.]

ANYONE WHO ATE ANYTHING AT ESME'S HOUSE REPORT TO MEDIC IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE POISONED


[Well, you can't accuse her of burying the lede.]

i'm in my lab in invidia [The exact address and coordinates of the lab are attached along with the message, including a helpful photo of a scribbled map just in case anyone is really bad with directions.] if you ate ANY of the food esme served or if you're feeling sick, come here so i can treat you
if you find someone unconscious or unable to move on their own, BRING THEM HERE
if you don't have anyone around and think you need help getting here, reply to this message immediately

i threw up, so i tested some of the leftovers i took home
and that food is very, very poisoned
(also, if you brought leftovers home, don't eat them)


II. pick me up whenever i'm feeling down [in-person log]

[True to her word, Medic is ready and waiting in her lab the second anyone arrives.]

[The living room of the apartment she commandeered has been turned into a makeshift hospital. She's dragged cushions and mattresses in, laying them out on the floor and covering them with clean sheets and blankets to make sickbeds. Next to every bed is a glass of water and a bowl for, uh. Any stomach issues you might have to deal with.]

[Anyone healthy who walks in the door will be cheerfully pressganged into nursing duty.]

[The beds are set up facing the living room's lone TV, but well... this is Invidia. Guess who's probably on every channel.]

[You might have better luck with putting on a movie, but no one actually saw this coming, which means your available selection consists exclusively of stuff Medic brought with her from the Limbo library when she came down to Invidia. By which we mean exactly one film.]

[Whether having to see Esme's face is better or worse than watching Brutal Instinct again is a choice you're going to have to make amongst yourselves.]

Comments

[emberserker]

You're always like this, aren't you? Cavalier about everything. Don't you hate her just as much?

[mementomoritz]

Hmmm... nope! [She shrugs.] I don't think I hate her at all.

I don't like her, either. And I definitely want her to not do anything like this ever again. But as a person, she really doesn't matter to me at all. [Said in a tone of cheery nonchalance, as though discussing the weather.] She could live forever or drop dead tomorrow, and it wouldn't bother me at all, as long as I knew she wasn't going to hurt you anymore.

I think maybe to hate someone, really hate them, you have to care about them first.

[emberserker]

[She looks offended by that, enough that it's probably not Esme she's being called out about, at least not entirely. She tries to push herself up, but can't, and flops back down with a glare.]

Ugh... Whatever you feel about it, I'd rather see her suffer. Before she does anything else to us.

[mementomoritz]

[Medic, being Medic, is entirely clueless to the source of the offense and anything it might say about Wolfsbane's personal life. She just makes a couple more notes on her clipboard and packs up her equipment.]

Well, you shouldn't have to wait too long for that. Give it another day and you should be right as rain and ready to go!

[She smiles warmly, and holds out a glass of iced tea for Wolfsbane to take. It's always nice to give your patients something for their patience, even if they're a bit old for lollipops.]

It's a nasty toxin, but it won't keep you down for long- you're pretty strong!

[emberserker]

I should think so. [She takes the drink and just puts it on the night table.] More training when we're up, then, I take it.

[mementomoritz]

I'd be surprised if you didn't! [She pauses, looking thoughtful.] I guess I'm going to have to figure out how all that "idol" stuff works...

[Well, at least being fond of poison doesn't disqualify you, apparently.]

[emberserker]

This had better not fall apart as spectacularly as it's beginning to sound it might.

[mementomoritz]

Look on the bright side- if it does, you'll definitely get to kill someone. [Possibly her, depending on how badly she embarrasses them all, but hey. A murder's a murder.]

[emberserker]

Medic, I don't know if I should be offended. I said I wanted to kill Esme, but you're framing it as me just wanting to kill anyone.

[And why does she feel this intensely about it, anyway? Esme tried to kill them, sure, but getting this obsessive... no, that must be normal.]

[mementomoritz]

Oh, okay. [Just immediately accepting this response as correct.] Mostly, I just try not to make assumptions about what anyone wants until they tell me?

I've been getting some memories back, and it turns out I've always been pretty bad with people!

So I guess I don't know if you should be offended, either- but I think I'd like it if you weren't. It's your choice, though! I'd never try to tell you what your own feelings should be. [At least she's trying...]

[emberserker]

...well. At least you're trying, which is more than it looks like.

[mementomoritz]

If it helps, I'm considering putting up a suggestion box here in the clinic. That way, people can anonymously contribute complaints about staff behavior!

[The staff of literally just her.]

[emberserker]

...you really are always just this way.

[mementomoritz]

[She shrugs.] I don't know any other way to be.