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Wing City Hospital

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

The go-to for any and all Wing City medical requirements. This organisation offers a wide verity of highly skilled staff who are capable of fulfilling the needs of all life forms. Equality, confidentiality and high quality care guaranteed.

AugmentationAudit holds sovereignty over Wing City Hospital, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Welcome to Wing City Hospitals!
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.
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Wing City Hospital

The go-to for any and all Wing City medical requirements. This organisation offers a wide verity of highly skilled staff who are capable of fulfilling the needs of all life forms. Equality, confidentiality and high quality care guaranteed.

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Wing City Hospital is a part of Wing City Plaza.

3 Places in Wing City Hospital:

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Xander DeLeon [42] The love of family...
Priestess [31]
Sara Drake [24]
Jack Mercer [22] A Federation Terran who earned his citizenship and is the COO of Daedalus Enterprises.
Administratum Myrkul [21] Destroyed regulating structures must be recommenced. This is my purpose
Erika Onzanem [14] Demon Frog Mom--Erika is a dark celestial being taking the form of a woman with some froggy quirks.
Freja Ortega [11] A cheery and jovial Minotaur woman who leads a group of bandits. She hails from the realm of Netherworld Styx.
Professor Asp [10] "You could be improved..."
Horatio Castle [10] It's a lie.

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Xiaolian had dropped Molly off to prevent any question to ask, and the preteen fae had easily found her way to Catherine's room, dressed in a suit and with a button up underneath the jack, her badge on her belt. Her gun, for the sake of the fact that she appeared 12, and hadn't that been a fun shock seeing how young she was in the mirror, was hidden under the jacket. Luckily, this place was insane enough she hadn't been questioned too hard, given she had a legit badge, though they had made certain to call dispatch to make sure she wasn't lying.

Molly hesitated outside of the room and sighed, then knocked on the door frame, the door open no doubt in case of medical emergency. Still, she didn't just want to barge in, and she already knew she looked a little out of place, a little like a child playing dress up, despite all attempts to make her look a bit more mature, physically, than she actually was. She had picked up a necklace with a ward on it that should warm up if anyone had intent to harm her nearby, as well. It wasn't much, but it was something at least.

She'd have to find a better option soon. Molly was tired fo being sneak attacked, and it seemed like most of the attacks against her had been just that. Ambushes. Not that it mattered. For now, she carried a sheath of papers in a folder, a quick report compiled about the effects they had been able to discover, along with their preliminary investigations.

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The nurses had already come and gone, along with any visitors from earlier, and the floor was largely quiet and deserted. Inside the room the day of the week, nurse, and date was written on a white board on the wall facing the foot of the bed. The room was kept dark and cool, with the intention of letting it's patient rest until the doctors saw fit to discharge. Over the course of the last few years it had been a parade of various other officers and family members who had been through the doors of this ER for one thing or another, instead of Catherine. She lay there in the bed, hooked to various machines beeping or whirring softly as they monitored one thing or another.

While the surge of magic from the veil had changed Molly, damaged some equipment, it had done worse to Catherine. So intrinsically linked was she, that Shalafi's violent pull and exploitation had caused her to black out, collapsing in the middle of teaching a group for the Council's training center. By the time she had hit the ground the convulsions had started, and then stopped as quickly as they had started.

Any personal wards, bindings, or other magical affects had been destroyed during the surge in their attempts to limit it, creating a dangerous feedback loop. Instead of shutting everything down, they'd allowed the power to run unchecked, and uncontrolled for that brief instance.

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Molly hesitated and walked in, checking on Catherine. She swallowed as she got closer and set the papers to the side, looking over the other woman. She didn't look that hot, at all. "Geez." She whispered and grabbed the chart, reading through it to figure out what had happened. It wasn't pretty from what she saw, with her limited medical knowledge. She swallowed and looked Catherine over again. That wasn't good at all.

"Right. It definitely hit you the hardest of everyone." Or at least, it seemed to. Catherine must be much more connected to the veil than Molly was, given Molly wasn't connected to many things on this plane at all. It wasn't exactly her home plane, after all. The woman swallowed and took a seat next to the bed. She'd jsut sit with Catherine a bit. That was better anyway. Catherine needed to be resting, not worrying about reports.

This was much worse than Molly had thought.

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Catherine's face looked drawn and pale, more so than it usually did on a particularly taxing day. Her neck and one of her hands was bandaged where some of the items had been during the incident. Council had already been suitably notified, but as usual would likely be slow in coming up with a response of any kind. No doubt they were seeing this as a failure that one most of them so detested hadn't been killed, and instead was just seriously injured.

Heavily medicated for pain, and any more potential seizures, Catherine drifted in and out of sleep, not terribly aware of where she was. Upon hearing Molly, she opened her eyes and squinted slightly, unsure of what she was looking at. "Who are you?" She rasped. Thankfully they hadn't placed a tube down her throat like the last time, but had still insisted on the tube at her nose.

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Molly moved so Catherine could see her better. "It's me, Molly. I came to check on you." The papers were mostly an excuse. She hesitated. "I was...the focus...of what happened." And she wasn't happy about it either. "Pretty sure it was Shalafi." She admitted and looked her boss over. "But don't worry okay. You need rest." Their team could handle it without Catherine, since it was clear they'd have to. It would be tricky, and they'd need to bring in some contractors for fire power, but they could handle this.

The preteen looked Catherine over and bit her bottom lip. She wanted to help somehow, but didn't know how. The best she could do, Molly decided, was solve the case and catch Shalafi, somehow without getting hurt. She didn't know how to do that, but she had a partner and they all had a team, and it would work out. It had to.

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"Molly isn't.. a little girl." Catherine stated groggily as her thoughts came out in a jumbled mess. This wasn't going well at all, not with her brain practically scrambled in it's skull. "Who?" She asked again trying to figure out what this Molly was talking about. The Molly she knew was entirely too noisy for her own good, both in thought and just existence. This little girl that sat by her bed was quiet, but anxious about something. "Who do you belong to...?" Catherine asked again, clearly confused, and beginning to get just a little bit worried that she might be seeing things. It was hard enough to pass the psych evals to retain her license and badge, much less keep herself out of Broadmoore.

"The focus.." She mumbled as her mind backtracked, trying to put the broken pieces back together.

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Molly wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, well. I am now, and trust me I am not happy. I've been turned into some kind of fae child. I suspect I'm still the same linear age, but fae age so much slower I look 12, and no in my sixties, like I should. I don't even want to think about the next time we go to the court, because I'm going to need a whole new ward robe, and you know how protective everyone there is of children." She sighed. "When you're feeling better you can touch my thoughts and see I really am me." She said simply. It might be the only thing that convinced Catherine.

Still, she answered the question, unspoken as it was. "Shalafi performed a ritual using the veil. It changed me from me to...well, I finally stopped changing about an hour ago? I don't look much like I used to. As to who I belong to.... my parents were human. So I don't know, because I'm not. Not anymore."

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Catherine tried to briefly consider this, but the thoughts never really materialized much past something vague and shapeless. Molly's words at this point were just sounds, and very little of it made any sense. They seemed to reverberate painfully throughout her head, each word carrying a weight that hadn't seemed to be there before. "What?" She finally managed again. Catherine knew that what the other was saying was potentially important, but it was so hard to grasp, and she was so tired.

The hospital and it's staff had insisted on giving her all manner of painkillers and barbiturates, afraid that she might have another set of seizures if her system wasn't allowed to rest and calm itself. "You're not making sense." She told Molly.

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"Do I ever?" She asked dryly and sighed, looking Catherine over. The other was too weak for any of this, or too drugged one. She wasn't sure. Molly really regretted not taking some form of first aid course. Maybe then she'd know. She squeezed Catherine's hand gently. "The veil was..." She trailed off, every word she could think of two weak for what had happened. "The veil was torn badly." She tried again. "I was the focus. I was changed." To a fae child who looked very little like she previously had.

The woman bit her bottom lip. She'd have to play messenger to the court, wouldn't she, let them know that Catherine was too injured to...well maybe only the queen, if she would even grant a much changed Molly an audience. The suited preteen girl sighed.

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Catherine looked over to Molly for a moment, as something finally clicked. "You will tell Tatianna?" She asked unsure of if the other was even capable of carrying such a message, or if the fae wilderness would swallow her whole. "I'm sorry Molly, I'm so tired.." Catherine said as she began to drift off again.

She'd eventually heal from the attack, but it would take time and some doing.

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That was as good as a charge to Molly and the preteen nodded, and grabbed the folder, pulling a thin notepad out of it and scribbling a note for Catherine. The folder will catch you up, but wait until you're better. I'm gone to inform Tatianna. Get better, and heal. - Molly A quick ward would keep anyone but Catherine from moving it. She could carry the message to Tatianna, and she would, though she had no doubt it would be trickier than usual.

"Right, first things first. To the seamstress." There was one of this side who would do. Molly reached for her abilities, uncertain, and then nodded, feeling it. She'd have to be careful, but if she gave herself more leeway, and didn't go through walls or the like, it should be fine. She swallowed and stood, then gave Catherine a smile. The other would heal and be fine. For now...for now Molly had a job to do. She grabbed her phone and headed to the entrance. "Hey Xiaolian? Don't worry about picking me up okay? I have to head out for a bit."

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The medievac dropships of the TLA filled the sky. Each landing and unloading the wounded and the dead from Solinus City.

Priestess entered the hospital with her medics walking up to the desk " We have a lot of dead and wounded coming in from the battle at Solinus City we medics and healers of the Terran Liberation Army can aid the staff here in healing the wounded and identifying the fallen so any loved one may claim them and give them the proper rights."

Even as she spoke the TLA and hospital staff worked double time to find places for the wounded to be taken care of. Doctors, nurses, and medics all working together to save as many life's as they could.

Meanwhile the troopers of the TLA and thier cruiser in the sky watched over the hospital making sure no threat could get to these already suffering people.

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In wing city's underlayer below the hospital the place its unfortunate inhabitants self-deprecatingly called the "Meat Locker" had little to do but rest. Some simply asked to remain in stasis but the Jinhai had to bring them back to thought periodically so their minds did not decay. The seats of mankind that were salvageable remained here as Jinhai collected the bodies of recently dead throughout the city. Prioritization was certainly in order, from their perspective, but they had a limited amount of spare parts with which to rebuild children thanks to Gaia. Sadly one predated the Aetherkind's effect on the city and was left untouched. The Jinhai advanced their own equipment to provide for her and allowed the child to roam so that stasis did not inhibit the Humankind's growth.

A crushed body and mind held alive on a lucent dias within a soothing dim room inside the meat locker woke from her dream. Eileen popped into existence a translucent astral projection enabled to serve the mind as a body. It nearly scared a mortuary worker to death and Eileen fled upstairs. She ended in a closed cafeteria in the dead of night, having simply phased through locked doors, and was busily eating muffins from the break room.

Her dark eyes looked about as visible muffin bits in her mouth that slowly turned to ectoplasm and vanished. A thought came to her with the end of a bite of muffin. She needed milk for her muffins! The misty lower half pointed parallel to the floor as she pushed a stool with muffins atop it over to a closed ice box.

"I want milk too, Mr Muffin!", a hollow child's voice echoed against the tile.

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Jackson Helix had arrived on Terra the day before, and had spent the morning, observing Wing City. "So this is the land of dreams?" he had muttered to himself somewhat disappointed but seeing the vast opportunity for investment. He had heard about this city when his father Aston Helix had shipped some equipment here to help with a rebuild of sorts. He'd always imagined it to be far more advanced than what he was used to, but that wasn't the case.

He looked around cautiously, he was a log way from home, it was doubtful anyone would recognize him for who he was, but faces could be remembered, and recently his face had been around various media stations a lot. ' Donated 1,000,000 to sufferers of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder!,' He placed an envelope he held into his Jacket pocket and his fitted black suit hug his figure, as he made his way up the hospital stairs.

He entered the lobby to be greeted by an assistant, and after uttering the letters 'T L A' she walked quickly to find someone suitable.

He sat down and admired one of the leaflets that offered information for magic users.

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Jackson Helix had arrived on Terra the day before, and had spent the morning, observing Wing City. "So this is the land of dreams?" he had muttered to himself somewhat disappointed but seeing the vast opportunity for investment. He had heard about this city when his father Aston Helix had shipped some equipment here to help with a rebuild of sorts. He'd always imagined it to be far more advanced than what he was used to, but that wasn't the case.

He looked around cautiously, he was a log way from home, it was doubtful anyone would recognize him for who he was, but faces could be remembered, and recently his face had been around various media stations a lot. ' Donated 1,000,000 to sufferers of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder!,' He placed an envelope he held into his Jacket pocket and his fitted black suit hug his figure, as he made his way up the hospital stairs.

He entered the lobby to be greeted by an assistant, and after uttering the letters 'T L A' she walked quickly to find someone suitable.

He sat down and admired one of the leaflets that offered information for magic users.

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Clear as crystal, a feminine voice came through Wing City Hospital's PA system,

Sir Helix, please report to the Discharge Atrium: Your Party Is Waiting!


Hospital chatter resumed to normal as the voice cut away. A siren wailed closer from the distance; much of the staff picked up the pace in preparation for what was sure to be a demanding next few hours.

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"Sir Helix?" he almost swore the words as the surprise overtook him. This was supposed to be a quiet visit and now the whole hospital now knew he was here. How did they know his name? he hadn't told the nurse? he rose from the seat taking the leaflet and tucking it in with the envelope in his jacket pocket. The suit? perhaps someone wearing a suit was unfamilar to the hospital and so curiosity had got the better of the nurse?. No that was illogical, he looked for a sign leading him to the discharge atrium.

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The discharge atrium was empty for being what it was. There should have been treated and recovering patients milling in, out, and about, with nurses handling paperwork and pesky insurance agents sucking the money out of the citizenry like blood. Instead there were only three occupants.

One was in a streamlined suit of leather armor. It was black, polished, embellished with gold, and it's wearer stood at attention. To their left was a woman, her hair as black and as shiny as Wing City Lake at night. She had a serious look about her.

To her left was a scrawny older man with wild white hair. He gave a little hop at the arrival of Sir Helix.

"See, see. Told you he was here," Rosh hissed at the the woman and the armored one, rushing forth to make greetings. He gave a quick bow, "Sir Helix! A pleasure-honor!- to meet you. I must apologize for the, er, ambush as it would seem."

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He had never met these three people before, but something about their demeanor set his worries aside which seemed odd. Perhaps they knew who he was and wanted to make a proposal. He tugged at his jacket before offering a hand in a very businesslike manner, " Please the sir isn't necessary, call me Jackson. You'll have to forgive me but i don't believe we've met, is there something i can help you with?"

The idea of leaving his previous engagement waiting set him on edge. He was never late, and the impression he wanted to make on the civilians of wing city was important.

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"No no Sir He-ah, Jackson. No, we have not met. We know all about you though!" Rosh wagged a finger, clearly excited by the encounter. Behind him the woman cleared her throat and glared. The white haired man must have sensed the glare, for he winced and took a deep breath.


"Deepest apologies for the interruption, my name is Rosh Zenzara. This here," he gestured to the woman, "Is Xao Dua. She's an ambassador, from the planet Aberash. Have you ever had the chance to visit?" His eyes glittered for a moment. The woman seemed tired of Rosh's ways and spoke up from the back.

"Is this a bad time?"

She seemed impatient, if not downright annoyed. Maybe it was her character, maybe it was having to deal with Rosh the entire way here (and the entire way back). Rosh's hair whipped around as he looked from Sir Jackson Helix, to Xao Dua, back to Helix, back to Dua, and then finally back to Helix.

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"Well it is, i have a meeting planned but i can spare a few moments. Aberash, no i can't say i have. I would love to visit some of the sites of the world but my business keeps me rather occupied. So unless it was looking for infrastructure design, or perhaps some investment, i feel i am going to be of little use to you." --he shrugged softly a confession of sorts that his life was extraordinarily busy. He caught the flailing hair of the woman. His soft tones asked " Are you okay, you seem... frustrated?"

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"Aberash is a wonderful planet, dear," called Xao, refusing to meander any closer. Rosh shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He was clearly less patient.

"Investment! Yes, that," Rosh began, "We have the best of investment opportunities, trust, and it would be an honor. Perhaps this isn't the best time, but how else to get in touch with such a-"

"Tomorrow evening, we will meet elsewhere? A hospital is no place for this type of conversation," Xao shouted across the room. As hurried as he was, Rosh sighed in defeat. This really was not the best spot.

"How about Club Nyt, tomorrow afternoon?" Rosh suggested. Despite being a Gothic nightclub, it had a certain high-class appeal during the day that was perfect for business. Especially interplanetary business.

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"Ma'am there is someone here to meet with you....as well as an unknown party talking to them..." Informed a trooper
Priestess sighed "I don't have time for this... Mysti go deal with this find out what they want then get them out."
"Yes ma'am" said the mage who then turned to a squad of TLA troopers " You all with me"

Mysti and her squad left headed for the lobby hearing the sounds of the commander Priestess yelling about getting the damn elevator working. Mysti sighed and shook her head.
The sounds of trooper's boots where heard as Mysti and her men entered the lobby.

"Welcome to the Wing City Hospital." Mysti said to the group " I'm Mysti archmage of the Terran Liberation Army... The commander of this facility is busy at the moment, but I can give you any information you may need or if you need medical attention I can point you in the right way." She took a pause before asking "So how may The Terran Liberation Army help you today?"

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"See you there," Rosh smiled, before departing wide-eyed with his people.

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Wing City Hospital, this was apparently where the magic happened concerning the rumored Terran Liberation Army.

At least, that's what the brief detailed for Agent Solis' first assignment offworld since she joined the IIA And completed her training.

She looked up, and around once she was through the doors of the hospital, wearing all black she stood out from the rest of the crowd, in a black sweater, dark jeans, and a slim leather handbag draped over her shoulder.

She was given orders to blend in, meet with the local resistance and set up arms deals.

She checked the fitment of her disruptor pistol, which was concealed in a holster in the small of her back, discreetly adjusting the weapon to sit more comfortably, she approached the front desk, her heels echoing through the lobby.

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