[Action/Dictated] ~ Backdated to morning on the 16th

[atadiscoverer]

[As usual, Dr. Carson Beckett is in the clinic. He hardly ever leaves the place apart from when he's sleeping.

...And even then, he just catches a few hours at his desk. Which is where he's sitting right now. He has his journal open, before throwing down a filter]

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I'm in the clinic and ready if you want to pop in for that check-up, I'll be here all day.

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Are your wounds healing up? Nothing else cropped up?

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Have you noticed if Agent Maine is hiding any worsening of his injuries?

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How're you feeling?

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[Filters done, he settles back and speaks unfiltered.]

Does anyone want first aid training? Any medical questions answered? Anything at all? Just a wee bit bored. Don't get me wrong. Me being bored is a good sign.

Feel free to come talk to me in person, or over the journals.

[And, with that, Carson's just going to lean back in his chair]

((OOC: Open to all, journal and in-clinic!))

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[cantacquityou]

All is in good health, I see.

[atadiscoverer]

Aye. Which is good, I guess.

[cantacquityou]

...The niggling itch to be productive when there's nothing to do. I know it all too well.

[atadiscoverer]

I guess everyone feels it.

[kamenriderdeno]

[Friday the 13th was hectic, so around that weekend he really didn't wanna bother you Carson.

But honestly three or four days without medical attention is well holy fuck everything hurts and nothing is right

so he's gonna enter the old clinic a-lookin' for ya'.]

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[encryptedlock]

Sure, be right down.

--Uh. You want me in armor?

Fight with Jorge finally got to ya? :3

[atadiscoverer]

[And Carson is sat at his desk...

...And the doctor has actually dozed off for a few minutes, but feel free to bug him, because he looks as though he's about to fall off his chair.]

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[atadiscoverer]

Whichever's easiest. I'm not sure if this thing can get through armour.

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[encryptedlock]

Well, if you're not sure, I should probably leave it. Wouldn't want to get any bad readings.

Give me about half an hour?

[atadiscoverer]

Aye, I'll be here.

[encryptedlock]

All right.

[Not too long later, there's a probably-unfamiliar face wandering into the clinic and waving.]

[atadiscoverer]

[And Carson sits up at his desk, smiling slightly]

Yes, can I help you?

[encryptedlock]

Think you offered me a checkup?

[York grins a little.]

[atadiscoverer]

O-Oh, Agent York?

[He stands]

Ever thought of wearing a nametag?

[encryptedlock]

[The grin widens.]

Nah. I'm really not out of armor enough, unless the world turns into Paris or something.

[atadiscoverer]

That's a fair point.

[He picks up something from his desk, which lights up at the touch, and a notepad.]

Let's get started, shall we?

[encryptedlock]

[York looks a little unsure at that unfamiliar device.]

It won't mess with electronics, will it? I have a neural implant.

[atadiscoverer]

It should be fine, but I don't know how Ancient technology will affect your technology. All Earth Technology on Atlantis was fine.

[encryptedlock]

Well, if it didn't affect Earth electronics we should probably be fine. Same principles, just a different timeline.

[...He may be slightly confused, since there was a colony world called Atlantis in his timeline.]

[atadiscoverer]

Well, if you'd like to take a seat.

[He motions to a bed]

I'll get started.

[encryptedlock]

[He takes a seat, hoping that glowy thing won't get jammed anywhere uncomfortable.

Physically, he's in very good condition - there are traces of some old scars, noticeably around his left eye, but other than that he's in almost too good shape for someone who complains about training as much as he does. The only really noticeable unusual part is his neural implant, near the back of his skull and currently inserted with an actively glowing AI chip.]

[atadiscoverer]

[Nothing doing. He doesn't want to ruin his new scanner!

Carson is making notes in his notebook, in a language that looks like this.]

Well, good news. You're in perfect health.

[encryptedlock]

[York squints a little, but that's some weird handwriting, man.]

Even after all that buttery shit in Paris? Nice.

--Also, are you really done already?

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson begins to write the English translation.]

Aye. Nifty little device. Does the work of an X-Ray, CAT Scanner... You name it.

Obviously, it can't heal the stuff it finds...

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF RYOTARO also diagnose the kid with whatever injuries you want~

[kamenriderdeno]

[Well shit, he doesn't want to disturb you.

But he kind've has to, doesn't he? So he'll go over to wake up Carson...

Only for his infamous bad luck to kick in. Ryotaro trips on a discard piece of paper that maybe wasn't even there before, his foot sliding out of control as he tumbles forward and lands on Carsons desk with a loud crash...

BANG!

...which really wasn't helping all of his injuries.]