un: md

[swill]

yes there is a clinic and yes there are drugs and there's alcohol too to boot if that's your poison.

Or satisfy your cravings by munching on bad thoughts like the cute little critters down there and be forever fawned over and adored. I don't care.

What I need to know is who keeps the inventory sheets for the hospital. If I could get an answer pronto that'd be all the better for me. But why do I feel as if the answer will be "not me, are you volunteering?"

Coffee would be welcome but don't everybody rush in here all at once

I need names of trained medical professionals if there are any others and if you don't want to paint a target on your back you can stop by the Charles Nicolle and show me your badge in person. I don't bite and I couldn't hurt a fly if I tried.

Who can get these machines into a room where the pleasant whirring and beeping of faulty equipment won't cause trouble?
Who can bring one of those rooms into the hospital proper?
and who's bringing an orchard for the front desk?
this place is so dreary it's a breeding ground for depression and that's rubbing me the wrong way

If you didn't catch any of that: hi I'm Hawkeye. I happen to think hospitals can be useful if they're put to use and I could really use some coffee right now.

ALso if anyone was promised an extra canner to help alleviate your shifts, I'm sorry your hopes were lifted like that. you were lied to. some people really are shameless.


[Feel​ free to catch the man in the CNH itself any day, basically. He's got a pet project for himself in taking stock (bo-ring), tidying up (useless but okay), and uh-- falling asleep in uncomfortable office chairs when it gets a little too late. Maybe. Look, he's very serious about wasting away in this newfound little heaven of his. Want to plot? HMU @ fourboars at plurk!]

un: egg

[norms]

[ There's no pretense to him addressing everyone who reads the network; he doesn't see the point. ]

i don't know if it's possible but has anyone tried to leave??
really leave not just walk as far as those sand paths go
how do we even know these people are telling the truth
or why they're helping us when we come through that room? [ It's just a few things he's thought about since he'd shown up. ]

anyway i'm going out to some of the other places no one's gone
there has to be something safer out there
and if anyone's ever seen those things they keep talking about tell me what i'm looking for :)

[ He isn't exactly going to go hunting for them, but he'd rather be prepared if he happens to see a Sound Eater—if he could. Oh, and one more thing: ]

also does anyone know if it's before the year 2250?
everything seems kind of old

un: nishizono

[nishizono]

the other guy covered this already but i figure, what can it hurt to ask again? where can i can drugs here. anxiety meds, specifically. no, i don't have anxiety, but i can exhibit similar symptoms from time to time. this is life-threatening, i assure you.

second, because i don't think i can get away with just putting up a "don't fuck with me" attitude when touchy-feelies might actually save lives: i'm a touch-based telepath. yes, it's exactly what it sounds like. no, i can't just shut it off. yes, i won't touch you without permission. no, don't touch me unless i touch you first.

jesus motherfucker this is more words than i've written in years. hi, i'm tetora. i like pizza.