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thisavrou_log2016-10-17 03:09 pm
prorenataa) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-10-17 03:09 pm
A million names but only one truth to face [ OPEN ]
Who: Adrien and OPEN
When: Month of October
Where: MedBay (of course) | Training room | Mini Colony
What: Various prompts and OPEN to setting up different scenarios
Warnings: Cranky doctor scaring med techs? idk nothing for now, will warn in comments in necessary.
A - Medbay
[ Though Adrien spent time down on the Mini-Colony, he devoted equal time to his duties aboard the Moira; specifically in MedBay.
It could be argued that some of the MedBay techs might wish he spent more time down on the Mini-Colony.
Because, though Adrien had settled a little bit in the wake of the year long, party planet reveal, his temper was still dodgy and the smallest things could seem major when they rubbed on raw nerves. Such as a bit of a kerfluffle around inventory counts.
Though the doctor didn't yell. He had a way of staring down med techs that left them scurrying off to quickly re-verify their counts or otherwise correct their mistakes. It was possible that any arriving patients or other co-workers would catch him in the midst of such a stare down.
Another option was to catch him elbows deep in the Medbay equipment. While repairs to the ship had seen to much of the major equipment in MedBay, there were still very delicate medical devices that required some fine tuning. He usually waited until the late shift hours, when MedBay was mostly quiet to go scooting under or diving into various bits of technology.
But, of course, MedBay never closed it's doors so it was always possible that someone would catch him, stuck under a diagnostic machine or two. ]
B - Training Room
[ A year.
A fucking year.
Though it was hard to exactly measure how time had passed and while Adrien realized his fitness levels were still where he expected them to be, there was a psychological component to the idea that sent a chill down his spine. It drove him into the training room with dual purposes; fitness and sparring.
For fitness the doctor drove himself through a brutal regime of cardio, muscle endurance and swimming. From classic calisthenics (push-ups, sit-ups, planks, etc), to bag work, to swimming and obstacle courses run in full kit, the workout was not for the faint of heart. In fact there were more than a few times, when at the end of it, Adrien ended up prone on the ground cursing himself.
Sparring was another matter all together. The doctor had built himself a program that utilized the training simulation room's highest functionality. He had a wide variety of settings but kept to one primary opponent. Androgynous humanoid figure, capable of flight and wickedly resistant to damage. They attacked in groups and it was impossible to get them down and keep them down with anything less than decapitation.
Anyone who walked in on these training sessions would find the doctor and his bahari companion, usually in desperate matches against multiple figures, never less than two at a time and sometimes as many as four or six. Though he had the handgun on him, Adrien did not use live fire in these bouts. Instead the gun was used more in resourceful measures, often in conjunction with the large knife the doctor had brought with him and Courser's wicked claws and teeth.
Usually, Adrien and Courser fought these simulations until they were overwhelmed by the numbers. If, on the off chance, he actually won? The doctor looked perturbed and sharply reset the program, upping the difficulty.
This program was designed to leverage hand to hand combat at it's highest level. The challenge not just physical but also mental as survival against these opponents was not just about who could hit hardest, but strategy to utilize all available terrain and resources to prevail. As a result it was not uncommon to find Adrien sporting more than a few lacerations and contusions as a result of these sessions. ]
C - MiniColony!
[ When the doctor was not terrorizing med techs, treating patients or trying to become one himself, he made it down to the Mini-Colony.
There were quite a few areas of interest, including but not limited too, a building where he made an introduction and earned himself a favor as well as the A.S.I. (Aeronautical Study Institute) and local hospital. The shop, with the puzzles was also a draw and the doctor could be found in there, waffling over which puzzle he wanted to purchase.
At least once, he might be found, literally sitting on the floor of the store surrounded by puzzles. Most of them were of the solitary variety, meant to test logic and reasoning skills though a couple also held creative and artistic components. For a man courting his forties, he looked like an over grown child trying to pick just one when he obviously wanted to take them all. ]
D - Wildcard!
[ I am open to any and all ideas and scenarios, just throw them at me! ]
When: Month of October
Where: MedBay (of course) | Training room | Mini Colony
What: Various prompts and OPEN to setting up different scenarios
Warnings: Cranky doctor scaring med techs? idk nothing for now, will warn in comments in necessary.
A - Medbay
[ Though Adrien spent time down on the Mini-Colony, he devoted equal time to his duties aboard the Moira; specifically in MedBay.
It could be argued that some of the MedBay techs might wish he spent more time down on the Mini-Colony.
Because, though Adrien had settled a little bit in the wake of the year long, party planet reveal, his temper was still dodgy and the smallest things could seem major when they rubbed on raw nerves. Such as a bit of a kerfluffle around inventory counts.
Though the doctor didn't yell. He had a way of staring down med techs that left them scurrying off to quickly re-verify their counts or otherwise correct their mistakes. It was possible that any arriving patients or other co-workers would catch him in the midst of such a stare down.
Another option was to catch him elbows deep in the Medbay equipment. While repairs to the ship had seen to much of the major equipment in MedBay, there were still very delicate medical devices that required some fine tuning. He usually waited until the late shift hours, when MedBay was mostly quiet to go scooting under or diving into various bits of technology.
But, of course, MedBay never closed it's doors so it was always possible that someone would catch him, stuck under a diagnostic machine or two. ]
B - Training Room
[ A year.
A fucking year.
Though it was hard to exactly measure how time had passed and while Adrien realized his fitness levels were still where he expected them to be, there was a psychological component to the idea that sent a chill down his spine. It drove him into the training room with dual purposes; fitness and sparring.
For fitness the doctor drove himself through a brutal regime of cardio, muscle endurance and swimming. From classic calisthenics (push-ups, sit-ups, planks, etc), to bag work, to swimming and obstacle courses run in full kit, the workout was not for the faint of heart. In fact there were more than a few times, when at the end of it, Adrien ended up prone on the ground cursing himself.
Sparring was another matter all together. The doctor had built himself a program that utilized the training simulation room's highest functionality. He had a wide variety of settings but kept to one primary opponent. Androgynous humanoid figure, capable of flight and wickedly resistant to damage. They attacked in groups and it was impossible to get them down and keep them down with anything less than decapitation.
Anyone who walked in on these training sessions would find the doctor and his bahari companion, usually in desperate matches against multiple figures, never less than two at a time and sometimes as many as four or six. Though he had the handgun on him, Adrien did not use live fire in these bouts. Instead the gun was used more in resourceful measures, often in conjunction with the large knife the doctor had brought with him and Courser's wicked claws and teeth.
Usually, Adrien and Courser fought these simulations until they were overwhelmed by the numbers. If, on the off chance, he actually won? The doctor looked perturbed and sharply reset the program, upping the difficulty.
This program was designed to leverage hand to hand combat at it's highest level. The challenge not just physical but also mental as survival against these opponents was not just about who could hit hardest, but strategy to utilize all available terrain and resources to prevail. As a result it was not uncommon to find Adrien sporting more than a few lacerations and contusions as a result of these sessions. ]
C - MiniColony!
[ When the doctor was not terrorizing med techs, treating patients or trying to become one himself, he made it down to the Mini-Colony.
There were quite a few areas of interest, including but not limited too, a building where he made an introduction and earned himself a favor as well as the A.S.I. (Aeronautical Study Institute) and local hospital. The shop, with the puzzles was also a draw and the doctor could be found in there, waffling over which puzzle he wanted to purchase.
At least once, he might be found, literally sitting on the floor of the store surrounded by puzzles. Most of them were of the solitary variety, meant to test logic and reasoning skills though a couple also held creative and artistic components. For a man courting his forties, he looked like an over grown child trying to pick just one when he obviously wanted to take them all. ]
D - Wildcard!
[ I am open to any and all ideas and scenarios, just throw them at me! ]
A
He walks into the medbay with his arm clutched to his chest, 'bandaged' in the bloody remains of a t-shirt he may or may not have stolen. It's late enough that he has to wander a bit trying to find someone and when he does it's just a pair of legs sticking out from under some beeping box. He scuffs his sneaker against the floor loudly to announce his presence.]
I really hope someone didn't die under there. Finding a dead body would really put a damper on today.
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The scuff of a sneaker did catch his attention but at the same time, when Peter actually spoke to him, the doctor still jerked upwards and smacked into the equipment he was working on. ]
Ow! Fuck!
[ Always such a calm, compassionate greeting to Medbay.
Wriggling out from beneath the equipment, he blinked up at Peter, dark brows knitting together. This time, however, his tone was a little more reasonable as he inquired.]
What in the fuck did you do to yourself?
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Are doctors allowed to curse that much?
[He leans down, taking a second to check that Adrien hadn't actually hurt himself. He lifts his arm a little, hissing under his breath at the movement.]
This was for a good reason, I promise. And it's not even bleeding that much anymore. I just thought it might need, like, bandages or something. I don't know, I'm not a doctor.
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His eyes moved automatically towards the arm, as he caught that 'move arm=pained hiss' combination Peter had just executed there. Giving his head a small shake, he waved the young man towards the nearest exam bed, as he pried himself up off the floor. ]
I swear, some of you people need to be wrapped in cotton wool. What happened?
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[He hops up on the bed as instructed, kicking his legs like a child. He'd hurt, but it's obvious it's not so bad as to dampen his mood.]
Again, totally promising it was for a good reason. I kind of got cut? Stabbed? Uh, there was a blade involved. But I was kind of saving someone at the time so you can't be pissy with me about it.
[He looks proud of himself for that, puffed out chest and everything.]
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Taking a moment to wash his hands, which warmed them up considerably -you're welcome- he dried them and walked over to take a look at the injury. ]
Can you honestly not tell me if you were cut or stabbed? Were you not paying attention?
[ Or you know, moving so quickly it was impossible to tell? Only Adrien still had yet to learn the full range of Peter's powers. For the moment, he was focused simply on unwrapping the make shift bandage and getting a visual on the wound in question. ]
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[He still makes a face when the area around the injury is touched, warm hands or not.]
I was kind of busy at the time. High speeds, people freaking out, I turn around and it's just kind of there. Bloody shirt and suddenly I remember that sharp things hurt.
[Wanda had been hurt and he's been far too panicked about her to notice any of his own pain until after.]
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[ Said like someone who has personal experience with that type of wound. ]
I know it won't feel good but flex your fingers for me. Do you feel any numbness in your hand, fingers or arm below the injury site?
[ He could fix the laceration. In fact he could fix it faster than the time he'd helped Peter with his knee. But Adrien wanted to check for any possible nerve damage first and foremost. ]
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[Peter frowns at the request, but after a moment's pause gives it. It stings enough to make him hiss.]
Definitely not numb, just painful. Is that a bad thing?
[It's not like he's learned a thing about medicine since being here.]
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[ He'll just leave it at that. The more important matter was Peter's arm, here and now. Not the past.
At the hiss and the response, he gave a nod. ]
While incredibly inconvenient to you, at least in the short term, it's a very good thing. It means no nerves were severed. It makes this a straight forward injury to treat, with little risk of lasting repercussions.
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[He pauses.]
I mean, for like, illegal activities. Nothing creepy.
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Are these illegal activities going to get us chased off with an ion canon or some sort firing at our backs?
[ Sorry Peter, while he can understand the nuanced difference between 'illegal' and 'creepy' he's still eyeing you warily.
Of course, he's also reaching for the equipment he needs to fix the wound, so there is that. ]
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[He lifts his arm, making a face.]
And even if I was doing anything else that could get us in trouble, I'm kind of too fast to get caught. [He probably shouldn't act so smug about it.] Besides, I've never caused a problem before. Not over stuff like this.