ROBCO EVENT LOG V2.66
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Kurokumo Mibojin      Lounging in her personal office, Kurokumo has her feet kicked up on the desk with the door open. Never know when foks will show up, or when long hours will pass without even a whisper. She's admiring a gift from one of her patients, a custom BB Gun that that glimmers in the light with the quality that was poured into it. It's been a rather nice day, to be honest.
Lucette     Lucette didn't think she'd be heading into the clinic, but it seems there's a need for everything. Evening is present, but dark hasn't quite come along yet. With the last bit of light, Luce wanders her way into the clinic with a bit of a wobble and limp. And once she's there, she's not quite certain what to do, other than call out "I don't know why they're called deathclaws, but they hurt, and I need some stitches I'm pretty sure!" her voice is a little lilted with owfucki'mbleedingalloverhelp. She does her best to remain upright in the lobby, though.
Kurokumo Mibojin      That's her cue! Firearm put down to the side, the thump of boot heels to floor can be heard in another room before Kurokumo comes wandering out. "If you don't know why they're called Deathclaws, then..." Her eyebrows raise into her hairline, the Doctor losing her line as Lucette is a hobblin' and a wobblin'. "Come on..." She says in resignation, her arm going under and around her newest patient's back, slinging the arm over her shoulder as Lucette gets assisted into one of the exam rooms.
Lucette     Luce gives a small smile. "To be fair it wasn't all deathclaw, might've gotten away a bit less hurt if it was." she admits. Luce ows plaintively against her arm being raised and moves to put pressure against her armour. "Covered and dressed what I could before I moved too far from where I escaped. I'll get my kit off once I can sit. Or lay down." huffing and chuffing along aside Kumo.
Kurokumo Mibojin      Pain is a constant companion of those who live in the Wastes. Once inside of the exam room, Kurokumo helps settle Lucette down on the bed. Firelight from under the boiling pot for bandages illuminates the room and casts shadows. "What else got ya?" Her words are starting to blend in with the locals, a tray of supplies confiscated from the side table brought around to bear.
Lucette     Lucette makes a point to then start unfastening and tugging off her kit. Well, atleast her duster and cuirass, then her shirt so Kumo can get a look at the bandages wound tight(but not covering all of) some fairly ow-seeming cuts along her back as she turns around. Definately deathclaw attack. "That was it this time." she explains.
Kurokumo Mibojin      "It's always a 'this time', isn't it?" Kurokumo shakes her head, her lips quirking into a grim yet sympathetic smile. Thoroughly does she go, bandages removed one at a time, cleaned, ointment applied, and stitches where Lucette needs them. Boy, has Kurokumo been doing some stitching lately!
Lucette     Luce smirks, "If I just settled in and did nothing, I'd be putting shame to my heritage and doing a disservice to my country and allies." she remarks. "I imagine that damn computer's behind this one though."
Kurokumo Mibojin      "Yes...the Computer." Kurokumo's brown eyes look up from her work, as she peers at the former Enclave agent. Enough was revealed on that day, and many were turned bitter by the revelation. Of course, if everyone was being judged on their pasts, then her own loved ones would be just as guilty and cast out. Who is she to judge? "What was it like?"
Lucette     Lucette nods. "What was what like? That question's incredibly general." she asks, staying still and being good patient to work on. She knows how hard it is to keep people still for this most of the time and it's not the worst she's been roughed up, either.
Kurokumo Mibojin      Kurokumo is bundling up the dirty bandages, Lucette having been wrapped in clean ones. "Being part of the Enclave? Unless it's too personal a subject, of course..." Normally, she doesn't pry, but curiousity has gotten the better of her.
Lucette     Lucette smiles. "To be honest, I was too little to remember much of anything but clean space and patrolling the poseidon oil rig. I could just be making those memories up and not know it, dad said I was hardly walking when the Brotherhood destroyed the Oil Rig, he was on patrol and had me with him at the time for whatever reason- and he escaped with me in towe. Don't remember mom any at all, just been me and pa' walking. He taught me things, showed me manuals, he's strongly enclave- but raised me in the courier lifestyle. If'n that makes sense." she answers.
Kurokumo Mibojin      Giving a sad smile of her own Kurokumo dumps the soiled bandages into the boiling pot. "Sometimes that's all we have. My mother was a Doctor, before our settlement was raided. Taught me everything she could before she passed." It seems that they're really not so different after all.