tabularasa_rp | So You've Had A Bad Day

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If you're near Heavenly Blanc, you might notice a large shadow flying overhead, or a disturbance in the air. That would be Dragonite, heading toward the building at top speed with something in its arms -- and is that blood running down its scales? But Dragonite doesn't look hurt....

At Heavenly Blanc itself, the dragon announces its presence to all by kicking the door open, and what it's carrying in its arms is finally revealed. Good old Professor Oak is covered in blood again, just like when Mementos first appeared... but this time, it's his blood. The source of the blood seems to be two wounds -- one on his abdomen, which he clutches at with a death grip, and one on his left shoulder, which Dragonite is pressing one of its 'hands' against.

Sam looks around at the room and anyone who might be assembled; he's become something of an uncommon sight at this particular spot. He doesn't drink, he doesn't like being around drunk people, and there are other places to get food, so why would he hang around a bar? Still, he puts on a brave smile -- more of a grimace, really, the kind of smile a person in a lot of pain makes so that the people around them don't worry about them too much.

"Dragonite, why'd you bring me here?" He gently scolds the dragon, before addressing the others. The fact that he can be so calm at a time like this... he must be used to severe injuries. "I guess Dragonite must have brought me to the closest place with a lot of people, I'm sorry. I just need some medical supplies and I'll get out of your hair."

It's not just a bar, Sam, it's got coffee, tea, and games too!

Legion was actually enjoying a nice cup of oolong when the door is kicked open, startling them into spashing tea all over themselves instead of into their chesthole as intended.

That's no matter though, because Oak-Professor is injured, and clearly in need of assistance. They stand up, headflaps fluttering.

"Acknowledged. Recommend disinfection with alcohol: death does not occur here, but Overgrowth will grow in uncleaned wounds." Their leg is still kind of screwed up, and they hobble awkwardly toward the shelf to search for s sufficiently high proof concoction. They're pretty sure bandages and some other supplies can be found around here as well, and try to remember where exactly they're kept as they search.

Still, the bar part is enough to make him keep his distance, even if there are times, like now, that alcohol is still useful to a non-drinker like him.

"Thank you," he weakly calls out from Dragonite's arms, noticing Legion's limp. (Perhaps once his own wounds are treated, he can take a look at it. Not that he's familiar with patching up robots, but he's familiar enough with Steel-types, so perhaps that experience will come in handy.)

He'd like Dragonite to put him down -- it's his abdomen and shoulder that are injured, not his legs, so he should be able to walk just fine -- but he knows it's already difficult enough to minimize blood loss as is without doing things that get his heart pumping. "Can you see if you can find some thread as well?"

Because just as in Mementos, these wounds are deep enough that they probably need stitches. The idea of just using whatever thread is lying around for sutures instead of something that's actually made for them doesn't appeal to Sam, but they have to make do with what they have.

The lack of parts (and their newfound ability to feel pain) mean that even though the removal of overgrowth from their leg was done expertly, some damage remains. They've discovered robot wounds heal like organic ones do, so they haven't been messing with it too much, but if Sam thinks he can fix things, they might at least consider it.

For now though, they're gonna hobble around. "Affirmative. Glue is also useful for sealing wounds." Though that might be harder to find than just finding thread.

Oh look, there's some pretty strong alcohol. At least, it says it's 160 proof. They grab the bottle and set it on the bar before they go searching for medical supplies. They're pretty sure there should be some around here somewhere...

His nose wrinkles at the thought of using glue -- not special medical glue, just regular glue -- on his body. Please, no.

He's still stuck in Dragonite's arms, and can't do much to help Legion personally, but he realizes there is something he can do -- against the dragon's protests, he pulls out two Pokeballs (one regular, one friend ball) with his bad arm (his good one is still clutched onto his abdomen) -- and tosses them out. Immediately two creatures appear -- Pidgey, and one of the native Smeargle-Moombas. They both make sounds of distress at the sight of their blood-covered companion, but he sternly points toward legion before resting his arm again.

"Go on, go help him find something to treat this with." Reluctantly, they leave his side as he rests his arm again, making their way to the cabinets to help Legion look around for supplies.

Edited 2021-03-23 08:58 (UTC)

People have done it before! Even if it's not necessarily the best idea.

Their headflaps flare at the sudden appearance of these additional helpers, but they calm down quickly enough. Finding the required items should at least go faster: Legion will eventually locate the first aid kit, and there's some spare thread that the creatures should be able to find as well.

Legion picks up the alcohol from where they had set it on the bar and carries it and the other supplies over to Sam and Dragonite.

The first aid kit should have all the supplies they need, so he'll only use the alcohol if he absolutely has to. Meanwhile, his Smeargle has come up with a towel, and holds it up desperately.

"Good thinking, Rose. That way I won't get blood everywhere." He named the Smeargle Rose, by the way. She lays out the towel in a nearby booth, and Dragonite lays Sam on top of it. The first thing Sam goes for in the first aid kit is the painkillers, coughing after he swallows them dry. He glances up at Legion and his own companions as he arranges the supplies he'll need to treat himself; he hates to ask for even more, but....

"Could I ask you for one more thing? A mirror of some kind would help me get a better look at what I'm trying to do." His shoulder, at least, is not in a great position for him to see what he's doing, and his abdomen is at a pretty awkward angle to work on too.

Edited 2021-03-30 14:00 (UTC)

So You've Had A Bad Day

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