TEMPLE OF SCIENCE

[organ_pharming]

WHO: Pharma, Drift, Liege, anyone in Liege's temple that wants to poke Pharma.
WHERE: Pharma's lab or around the temple
WHEN: Now. Herp.
WHAT: Working on the cure, general shenanigans
WARNINGS: Medic snark?


Pharma instructed his acolyte to set the final vial in the test tube rack and sat back, staring at the mess that now occupied his desk. He hated a messy work station. The acolyte would just have to take care of that too. Speaking of the silent robed figure, it really needed a name... it was getting awkward just addressing it as 'acolyte'. The medic wondered briefly how it would react to being called 'First Aid'?

For now, he had nothing more to do until his test patient returned. Perhaps he'd go explore some more of the temple...

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[automobile_enthusiast]

"Got it in one," Knock Out said, glancing only briefly up at Pharma. "I think he knew-- knows-- knows the layout of my medbay better than me. Not that, ahah, I have access to it here, but..."

He sighed. "He was my superior officer at the time," he said with exagerrated dismay. "Refusing was out of the question."

[organ_pharming]

Interesting stumble there. "I think I'd like to meet him sometime. If that's okay with you, of course."

He waited patiently as Knock Out finished his scans, massaging his elbow joints briefly when he was allowed to move again.

"Ah, that makes sense. Superior officers can be such pains. I prefer to not have to attend to them if I can avoid it."

[automobile_enthusiast]

Knock Out was at least on firmer ground with that, offering a smile. "Of course. I'll probably have him on-hand for the procedure when we give you your hands back; you'll meet him then."

He laughed sharply. "If only I had the luxury! Trained medical staff are few and far between where I come from, unfortunately." 'Unfortunately', as if he didn't exploit that fact mercilessly.