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[inflictwounds]

Who: Hieke & You
What: Infirmary catch-all & a call for help
Where: The infirmary & elsewhere on campus
When: February
Warnings: Potential discussions of injury, probably.


a; the necessities

[The infirmary has seen a lot in the first month of the quarter alone - friends were born here and eventually taken away, people have been sick and injured and that's not even including the injuries people didn't go to the infirmary for. But come February, Hieke is a little bit more prepared for things. The infirmary is kept as tidy as ever, and he's even decorated for the holiday!

There are vases filled with flowers on his desk, and he's awkwardly taped some heart shaped decor to the wall. There was an attempt and that accounts for everything, even if he doesn't know anything about Valentine's Day.

However, the infirmary isn't only for the sick or injured. Students taking Hieke's class are more than welcome to stop by to ask for help or ask general questions - there's an office set aside for him, but he spends all of his hours in the infirmary anyways. It's the best place to catch him.]

b; the network (un: hieke)

Good afternoon.

I'm sorry to bother everyone, but I'm looking for something. A mushroom - native to the Outlands - that's not dangerous or anything, just a little mischievous. It managed to find out how to open the windows in my room, and now it's loose and locate and summoning magic were something I never spent much time studying.

It's about a foot tall, with a pale orange cap, so it should be pretty distinct. If you see it, please let me know! And mind the spores.

c; the wildcard

[If you want anything else or need Hieke for anything, let me know!]

Comments

[suddenlybees]

[ It's a small world... and apparently the infirmary is its hub.

After everything that'd happened during the course of the day, Kano's really just happy being warm, dry, and relatively pain-free, wiggling his toes a little in his boots to test out whether the feeling's come back to his extremities yet. It's maybe getting there, somewhat. ]

Ah! Yes! There actually is something that I need! Will you listen to my request?

[ He sits up and leans forward a little, easy grin on his face that'd show Ekkehartd not to waste his breath asking him those sorts of questions, he's perfectly fine. ]

If you can provide, I was hoping for a motorbike! Something black and shiny and rumbly~

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[Excuse Imelda while she just... puts her face in her hand. Hi Ekkehardt. Nice to see you, too. She looks tired, but what else is new?]

I doubt Ekkehardt is going to give you a motorbike anymore than I am. [And then, to Ekkehardt:] But something warm to drink would be nice, if there's anything here?

[Likewise, she's just happy being warm and dry. But something to warm her on the inside would be appreciated.]

[spelleton]

[ He just nods, at being asked for a drink. ] I'll get something for you. I won't be long.

[ As promised, he's quick to return with a thermos of coffee, which he hands to Imelda, and then he sits to answer Kano's question. ]

Clearly you're well enough to give me that kind of answer, Kano, so you don't need whatever I have to offer. [ His tone is clearly and obviously amused. The you little hellion is a little implied. ] Besides, with your luck, you'd just crash it and I'd have to treat you again, and that would be a waste of a motorbike, wouldn't it?

[suddenlybees]

[ That's more or less what he expected; he leans back and waits while Ekkehardt tends to Imelda's needs, rubbing his hand against a spot on his arm as he hums something tuneless under his breath. What Ekkehardt can offer him aren't things he needs, though he scoots a little closer to Imelda once the drink is in her hands, like he can benefit in any way from the steam wafting his way-- but the things he really needs aren't really things people can offer him, no amount of bandages can fix this. ]

Hmm~ Something relatively cheap or durable, then... I suppose one of those serving tray carts will do! All metal, so it'd be easy to hammer out the dents.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[The thermos is a blessing in her hands, warming them right up. She simply holds the container for a few seconds, then takes a sip from it, closing her eyes momentarily. This is truly the nectar of the gods right now, and she is the picture of content. Not even the motorbike conversation can bother her, safe in her assumption that Ekkehardt is not going to cave to any dangerous agreements.]

[She does notice Kano's movement, though. Maybe he's cold. There's an urge to put her arm around him, to add part of her blanket's warmth to his, but considering the last few time she's touched him, he didn't seem to like that much... So instead she holds the thermos out towards him.]

Would you like some?