The doctor is in...sort of

[apurrstate]

Who: Anders
Broadcast: Video, Fleetwide
Action: Three Twins
When: Now

|Video|
[This time, the feed starts with Anders' face and not the edge of his robes. He's got a smile on and a view of his ship's med bay behind him.]

So, first I had to find it and then I had to dust it off, as it were.

[Which had less to do with dust and more to do with familiarizing himself with this stuff he was apparently supposed to be using. Because. What did this place do without magic? Also rearranging some things because he could.]

But the Three Twins medical wing is officially open, should anyone need it.

|Action|
Should anyone drop by, they'll find the place pristine and shiny-new. They'll also find the new 'doctor' at a desk, but instead of working, he's simply leaning back in his chair, boots on the desk itself as he reclines.

Why work if he didn't have to?

At first, he'd scoffed at the equipment he'd found, it seemed crude to use tools on people when he had his healer's magic. But as he familiarized himself with his new 'station' (knowledge he was a little alarmed to simply have but it was easier, at least) it occurred to him that having tools that did what he could do just as well meant less of a strain on him and, ultimately, less work.

So, he was perfectly content to literally kickback and relax.

Comments

[nedstarksbastard]

Jon holds himself, as ever, at a distance from Anders--a habit by now, one done almost unthinkingly--and watches as the man stands, just a little bit wary and suspicious. Some habits you can't shake, once you've picked them up.

He steps inside fully, glancing around the newly-cleaned clinic. "Thank you, then," he says, and the sincerity of it is buried somewhere in his bone-dry tone. "I'm glad I won't start sneezing anymore the second I walk in here from all the dust." That's a lie, he hasn't actually been here very often even before Anders came by.

At the question, he tenses a little. (Red hair, crooked teeth, you know nothing, Jon Snow--) "No," he says, bluntly. Maybe just a little too bluntly. "I just don't sleep very well." Which is true, but lately it's been worse for--family reasons, let's just say.

[apurrstate]

Jon's tone, sincere or otherwise, goes by without response. He'd faced plenty of times when his actions received appreciation, both deserved and undeserved and twice as many instances when his actions were simply dismissed or looked on with scorn, both large and small.

Jokes and smiles and smirks aside, Anders knew better than to expect anything from these people, one way or another. So he'd help them, as his Healer's status implied, and hope maybe his usefulness meant they wouldn't turn on or dismiss him before he could find a footing here. Or, preferably, a way home.

But, as a healer and (even more so) as a runaway, he'd learned how to read people decently well and that blunt response tells him his joke came a little too close to home for his 'patient's comfort. Something to file away for later. He puts on a light smile, a hand coming to his chin to rub at the growing scruff there. He really needed to shave.

"Ah, insomnia is a common problem where I'm from, lots of the people I knew back home didn't sleep much. I don't sleep much. We could make a club!" His tone turns a touch more serious. "I could help with that, if you'd like, just something to help you fall and stay asleep at night."