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[not_as_i_do]

[Martin is in his scrubs, a thick cardigan over them]

I'll keep this brief in case anyone needs to use the network for emergencies. But if any of you need medical attention, please let me know. I can help. If you can, use text instead of video to keep the lines free.

[he holds up his medical field bag as evidence of his efficacy]

If you aren't out in the middle of this? Stay. Clear. I'm not sure where the non-Different have got to, but we've got to keep as many of us unharmed as possible.

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[howkickassiam]

I did a real good job scraping up one of my knees, if that's something you wouldn't mind helping with.

[ York sends a ping of his coordinates then. ]

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[not_as_i_do]

On my way, York.

[true to word, he gets there as fast as he can with no usual transport system ... though a speeder turns out to not be too much different from a motorbike, and he sputters up to the coordinates and parks lopsidedly, dismounting to undo his bag from the back]

Alright. Let's have a look at it, then.

[howkickassiam]

[ York's knee is really good and scraped up, as advertised. Yotsuyu has been fussing over him a bit and he's waved her off, but it really does hurt, and is probably a bad infection risk besides. The scrape came from rushing up from beside a dumpster too fast, so there's plenty of germs potentially involved here. Besides the fact that they're in a fucking alley, a great vector for those droids to keep marching in and finding them, over and over. They each have captured a few of the droids' blasters, but they seem to run out of energy after a while.

When Martin enters the alley, York offers him his patented charming grin. Pretending nothing's wrong is always better than admitting it is. ]

Hey there, doc. Sorry to inconvenience you with this little thing.

[darkenedmoon]

I have tried to keep it clean, but my medical skills are mediocre at best. [Despite York's best attempts to shoo her off, the Mom is strong in this one--as York is well aware!]

Though I can be a pair of hands, or cover, as you may need.

[not_as_i_do]

Cover would be great, thank you. And thanks for doing damage control until I got here, that'll probably make a big difference.

[the new face is a surprise, but a pleasant one, as he wasn't expecting help. Martin immediately takes a knee next to York and opens the kit, going for peroxide first and foremost.]

I don't need to tell you this is going to sting, I'm sure. But fair warning.

[he doesn't have time for more bedside manner than that, and pours it on, setting off a sea of tiny hissing white bubbles over the scrape]

[howkickassiam]

Aw, geez.

[ He hadn't had this kind of repair on a cut in a long time. He hadn't skinned his knee in a long time, though. ]

You got here pretty fast.

[darkenedmoon]

[Yotsuyu nodded, moving off to give the men a bit of privacy, and keep an eye out for droids. This way, York could also, maybe, keep a bit of his dignity. She was careful and quiet, keeping the laser rifle she'd appropriated from a droid close at hand.]

Seems clear for now, but we might want to find somewhere to hole up if this is going to take a while. [She doubts it, honestly, but best to be open about that sort of thing. Give plenty of warning, if necessary!]

[not_as_i_do]

I just need a moment more to let it clear, then I can gauze it and cover it. That'll do for long enough for us to move to safer cover so I can see if it needs stitches. Do you think you can put weight on it, York?

[howkickassiam]

[ York flexes his knee to test it. ]

Mm...yeah, I do. It's a little sting-y right now, but it should be better in a minute, I think.

too damn late sorry!

[darkenedmoon]

I can help support if you need, so long as I have a hand free. [In case she needs to provide fire support...]

Have we a location in mind? Damned if I didn't wish I had acquired one of those flying platforms. It wouldn't carry the three of us, of course, but we could run and York could fly, then...

no worries!

[not_as_i_do]

"I've got one of the hovering ... motorcycle things. York can ride that if we can keep up," Martin says, already packing up his things. "There's a place I saw on my way over here that looked abandoned and safe enough. Used to be a Williams-Sonoma, if memory serves."

Re: no worries!

[howkickassiam]

He perks up.

"A flying motorcycle?"

He's actually not hurt that bad, but that sounds awesome.

"Get it over to me and I can climb on, I'll be fine."

[not_as_i_do]

"Rule number one of being a good field medic," Martin mutters to himself as he heads for the end of the alley, shaking his head in amusement even as he's keeping an eye out for trouble. "Always know how to rally your patient."

[howkickassiam]

As soon as Martin returns with the vehicle York hops up onto his good leg.

"This thing is awesome."

He swings the injured leg over the cycle and mounts it easily.

"Where do we want to head next, then? Back to Manhattan?"

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[bearshermark]

I can help, if you need it! I've got first aid training and some healing ability.

[not_as_i_do]

Excellent, Elliot, thank you. I'm going to check on York right now, if someone else asks while I'm with him I will let you know. Where are you at?

[bearshermark]

Okay. I'm in Brooklyn right now. I can see the border of the tundra.

[not_as_i_do]

Tundra?! This keeps getting stranger and stranger. Are you warm enough?

[bearshermark]

Yeah, I'm good. I've got fire in case of emergency.

[not_as_i_do]

Not a lighter. Not a matches. 'Fire'. Interesting choice of words, Elliot.

[bearshermark]

Yeah, true. It's not really a secret though.

But yeah, just hanging around here at the moment if anyone needs help.

[not_as_i_do]

It may not be a secret, dear boy, but it was news to me! ... Funny how so many other folks seem to be discovering all these extraordinary abilities, and all I've got for my troubles so far is a cardigan. An EXTREMELY comfortable one, but still...

[bearshermark]

Great responsibility and all that. Still, I'm glad I have it and my healing to help in this sort of situation.

[not_as_i_do]

[Alas, he does not get that reference]

You can heal, too. That's good to know. Glad it's more than just me who can patch some of these folks up when they get themselves into trouble. I really think Anakin's going to lose another limb one of these days. Or York.

[madman_with_a_box]

[John looks as though he's not at all in a snowy place - he's surrounded by desert, sun, under a yellowish light. Sweat beads his brow a bit - he's clearly not abiding by the rules of safety.]

This is brilliant! I mean. Well. The danger to everyone isn't good, mind you, but - right. None of it is really good, but it is thrilling. Oh, I have so many questions.

Are you alright, Martin? Keeping warm? Safe? Need anything yourself?

[not_as_i_do]

Kind of you to ask, John. Doing just fine at the moment, but please do me a favor and find yourself some cover and some SPF 80, at the very least.

[why didn't he chide him for thinking it was brilliant? it really wasn't. but ... but ... oh, but it was thrilling. it was the same thing that had made him want to poke around Krajna Bostiev. the fact that someone told them to stay put made it almost inevitable that he wouldn't. he hadn't quite felt himself when he'd made that decision, and yet he hadn't regretted a moment of it. it was odd. it was all very odd, and getting odder by the day.]

[madman_with_a_box]

Oh, bollocks. You know, I completely didn't think about sunscreen when I went out this morning. Sort of...prepared for New York in September, not an alien Sahara Desert! I promise I'll be safe - find a hat or shelter or something.

[John is sweating a bit, but doesn't look dreadfully worse for the wear. He ducks under an outcropping of sandstone-like rock, and takes a breath.]

Lot of sand, more than I've ever seen. You sure you don't need anything? I can bring bits of whatever I can find about these robots to you, or samples from these planets? Can try, anyway.

[not_as_i_do]

Skin cancer can happen year round, you know. I'm not going to lecture, but ...

Hm. I don't need anything, but a friend of mine is an engineer. He might find some merit in a thing or two if you can get them safely.