Setting
Our aim is to provide a tailored and comprehensive medical care of an award winning standard free of charge to everyone within the Multiverse. In partnership with The O'Connar Fund For Emergency Care, it is our promise is to offer fast, high quality treatment to anyone in need of it.
We are a large city hospital, with over 1000 beds occupied at any given time, and our staff is trained in all the eccentricities of Wing City's population. Need a wizard to fix your ailments, rather than a surgeon? The hospital can provide. Need a doctor who can deal with your powers exploding left right and centre while they fix your gaping wounds? No problem. Our staff are all highly trained to deal with the problems faced by genuine Wing City residents. No power is too powerful for us to deal with, and no race is too obscure; we offer a wide range of powered doctors, and our xenobiology department works day and night to meet your non-human needs.
Our staff is well versed in the more dangerous side of life in Wing City, despite the hospital and grounds being declared a demilitarised zone. We warn those who would cause this organisation harm that our staff are all highly trained, and acts of wanton violence against staff, patients or trust property will be dealt with severely.
You have now arrived in the hospital itself; please feel free to check in at the front desk, where you will be pointed in the right direction. Otherwise, look around and see if you can spot the department you need.
Feel free to use NPC Staff:
Nurses: Julia Farthing, Charge Nurse John Brown, Sister Isa Ling.
Pharmacists: Rob Miko and Jenny Sing.
Physio and Occupational therapists: Tora Laue, Jesetta Carmichal, Toby Forello.
Mental Health Professionals: Maximums Senningate, Rebecca White.
Health Care Assistants and Orderlies: Tim Roe, Harriet Roaring, Kelly South, Anita Talanta.
Porters: Nick West, Arron Viking, Kieran Lon.
Cleaning Staff: Charlotte Howley, Jin Ton, Surry Billingate.
Catering Staff: Phil Crowler, Jess Wright, Tommy Gazette.
Security: Mic Field, Tobias Boxing, Larry King, Sarha Farmer.
Emergency Medical Staff: Mecca, Truman Roth, Lilly Hakkat.
Transport Drivers: Freddie Borrow, Harmon Jett, Amy Usell.
An ultra-modern building for the most part, WCH also caters to beings from alternate timelines and continuities of altered or regressed medical technology. They guarantee that there is a ward to suit all patients, no matter where they are from or how dangerous their powers might be. Feel free to write your interaction into the correct ward setting for your character, if such a ward isn't already available.
NPC staff are versatile and there to help; they will step in for any needs that your partner players cannot fulfill. They will also intervene if things become out of hand, dangerous to staff, patients or property, or someone becomes violent.
The building is owned and run by Mr Horatio Castle, who is constantly looking to improve services and make WCH a better, safer place to be treated.
"Oh hello dear... yes of course... No, nobody's dead... yet... Yes yes I actually have that on my to do list.... Yes I'll get the milk too let me make a note of that" Munkus' quickly wrote on the holographic screen he held in his hand as he spoke on his phone. "Oh nothing too major dear... Yes I am at the hospitakl and aware of the shooting fun.... Huh... No that wasnt me. What did he look ?" Munkus quriked an eyebrow and looked around for Larry, not finding him "I dunno, he's not here...." Then Ayla showed up.
"Babe, dear, listen I gotta go, somebody's fuckin' with my connection, yeah, I'll get the meat and milk, anything else ?.... Alright, set the table for three dear I'm bringing home a guest, Ahuh... yeah make sure the passport folks are informed too..., yup. Dont worry you'll see her when I get home..." Munkus then stood stock still but his other ear was seen with its fur sticking out as if in a strong breeze as his wife yelled at him before calming down and saying something "Love you too sweetie, home soon." Munkus hung up
Turning to Jazzei he took her hand in his, then he backed up, and both of them disappeared into smoke to somewhere as he stepped upon the strange pattern on the rooftop.
This was a fine quiet night for values of quiet in an ER where someone was always bleeding to death. The halls rumbling with sleeping patients but for nurses rattling carts about. Now with a slight muffling of psionic noise Jinhai reappeared with dusty footfalls. Something below extended and changed. Though they generally avoided areas where anyone was active. Such a place today three four-many Jinhai and their twelve grey swirls for eyes focused on a data panel. Within a disused storeroom lights and a switch ceased to function. Endless reconstruction lost this particular room to an unfortunate lack of care. The redundant server on a shelf puttered on as it always had even after its switch died. Added to bugs and paper both long-since crumbled away. Servitor understanding of electronics limited by the volume of their other skills. Still one that could pour itself through walls tracing broken networks came easy.
A hollow-robed Administratum then floats in through a side door. In its metal hands carting a large box proclaiming '1U Petabit Switch'. What they could not repair they could procure.
Sara stood and cursed. "Fucking Aschen think they can just fly into our home without a word? if the TNG can't step up we will. Have the Viking squad readied and load my banshee with marines. I will deal with whatever is going on at that shit hole called Gambit's. keep the hospital on high alert.
While Sara headed of to her ship Priestess made her way to where the strange creatures she had encountered before where sighted again.
There was some rumbling from a nearby grate as an arm poured through a heating grate. Spark eyes seen behind that shoulder staring and categorizing the humankind. Humankind the determination however tainted by celestial powers may he be. A black gloved fist sparked green as a small sealed limestone paper container manifested. Bonded psimass consumed to produce a sterile container with a roll of nanofiber bandages. Though the roll resembled pale skin the extremely absorbant material worked quite a bit better than cotton gauze. They'd long since taken samples of materials in various storages to see what could fabricate through metacreativity.
The task dealt with the Jinhai's hand retreated just to observe crammed into a duct. The Administratum continued on its way to offices elsewhere which had more winding infrastructure and such things than any patients. In particular a small hallway that curiously dead ended but for a small janitor's closet in one side housing some piping.