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lostcarnival2017-02-08 11:07 pm
whattaprick) wrote in lostcarnival2017-02-08 11:07 pm
[Closed] doctor, doctor
Who: Zecora & Lambert
When: Sometime on Day 55.
Where: At the medical tent.
What: The new nurse reports for duty, but the doctor isn't exactly what he expected.
Warnings: None yet, will update as necessary!
[ It's been an adjustment, to say the least. He'd expected signing the contract to feel more constricting, but far from the fate of being clapped in chains and dragged into some watery abyss, he was told he could simply report for duty 'tomorrow.'
Underwater, Lambert's not sure how much time has passed, but he's pretty sure it's 'tomorrow,' or close enough to it. There's only so long he can swim around the ocean floor, especially considering that unlike some of the other carnival workers, his transformation hasn't seen fit to gift him with a more hydrodynamic means of propulsion. So after taking an hour to meditate, half-distracted by the still bizarre feeling of water filtering through his gills, he heads towards the medical tent. ]
Anyone home? [ Lambert pushes the flap open with a clawed, webbed hand, peering inside from the threshold. ] I'm looking for the doctor.
When: Sometime on Day 55.
Where: At the medical tent.
What: The new nurse reports for duty, but the doctor isn't exactly what he expected.
Warnings: None yet, will update as necessary!
[ It's been an adjustment, to say the least. He'd expected signing the contract to feel more constricting, but far from the fate of being clapped in chains and dragged into some watery abyss, he was told he could simply report for duty 'tomorrow.'
Underwater, Lambert's not sure how much time has passed, but he's pretty sure it's 'tomorrow,' or close enough to it. There's only so long he can swim around the ocean floor, especially considering that unlike some of the other carnival workers, his transformation hasn't seen fit to gift him with a more hydrodynamic means of propulsion. So after taking an hour to meditate, half-distracted by the still bizarre feeling of water filtering through his gills, he heads towards the medical tent. ]
Anyone home? [ Lambert pushes the flap open with a clawed, webbed hand, peering inside from the threshold. ] I'm looking for the doctor.