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[analyzing]

Who: Draftees + makeshift med clinic volunteers. You want to jump in? C'mon in!
What: Treating the draftees. Got an injury? Dehydrated? Come here.
When: 12.01 am on the 7th onwards.
Where: Plaza.
Summary: Treatment! Healing! Resting! Do you really want to weave your way back at 12 am?
Rating: Could get bloody....?
Miidnight and whenever the draftees find themselves back in Luceti, there's a med tent waiting out in the plaza. Need a doctor? Need a healing? Or perhaps you just need a warm drink?

Come on over.

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[tvorcrash.livejournal.com]

[Have a somewhat cheeky smile. He wouldn't have this any other way.] Things are going smoothly so far. Everything's where they should be.

[analyzing]

You sure about that? We don't need any extra bandages? Or...more gauze?

[tvorcrash.livejournal.com]

Hence 'so far'...I haven't really gotten through the rest of the inventory, but we don't seem to be on a shortage of anything at the moment.

[Of course, only a moment later, he shoots himself in the foot proverbially. He blinks at the lacking amount of gauze.]

...Okay, scratch that. We'll need more of the latter.

[analyzing]

Yeah, I thought the pile looked kinda small. But no worries, I can go get some from the store.

How many do you think we'll need? Five? ...ten?

[tvorcrash.livejournal.com]

At least ten...maybe a bit more, to be safe. [Sifting, sifting...oh, dear.] ...Did anyone bring disinfectants?

[analyzing]

[She crouches for easier access to the pile of supplies and carefully lifts what seems to be two large bottle of iodine from somewhere near the bottom of the pile.]

I'm pretty sure we got some when we went through the store... [ouch] Are they the blue bottles?