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.
Her eyes would tell Vince one thing: Get me out of here.
"But Hatchet's been keeping me awful good company."
He took Sana's hand, holding it gently in both of his. It looked like a friendly gesture, but it was more than that. He was transferring nanites through his skin into hers so that one, he could track her, and two, they would help her heal a little more quickly.
"Well, I'll be taking my leave. It was great meeting you, Hatchet. Continue to take care of Sana, will you?" He nodded and smiled, then walked toward the door.
Later. He had to come for her later.
Hatchet finally unfolded his arms, subsequently stretching his left arm out, over head of Sana's body. He began to wiggle his fingers, and as a spider creeping down from an invisible web, he let his hand ease down. Inch by inch, it lowered closer to Sana's stomach. He began to sing. It was a nursery rhyme. "The itsy bitsy spider, spun his web about..."
But her distress was far from over.
As Hatchet loomed over her, the heart rate meter began to speed up again. Her fingers dug into the bed. She lifted one hand to her wrist, ripping out the IV, then lifted another to catch Hatchet's wrist and hold it up.
"Watch. Yourself."
There was a moment of pause. "Can I have my hand back, or do you like man-handling your partners?" A wry grin creeped over his lips.
"Why...of course..." she whispered.
Right before trying to kick him in the crotch.
That did not last long.
A nurse opened the door, alerted by quite a lot of things, and trotted in. "Oh, dear!" she cried, a hand to her mouth. The nurse's skirt might have been to flowy to be what the uniform demanded, but she did not seem to mind. The petite little nurse, with dark brown skin, vivid, almond green eyes, and hazel colored hair walked right up to Hatchet.
"Oh, well look at you, dear! You're hurt! Why don't we get you into another room and treat you, hmm?" she said with an overly cheery tone. She reached under his arm to give him support. With a glance to Sana, she sighed. "The other nurses will be right with you, dear, alright?"
She tried to lead Hatchet out of the room into the hallway.
"I wonder how you even got injured in such a way! Your tongue must be horribly mangled!"
He wasn't greatly concerned she took him to another room, besides the emergency room. That place was unpleasant anyway. It smelled worse than he did; he still harbored the slight scent of burning trash. A pleasant, but muffled, sigh rushed out of his gurgling throat, and he gladly sat down on the bed. The pain in his groin was easing.
He glanced up at the nurse, and only nodded. She was definitely attractive. Yeah, he knew. A fact like that never escaped his conscience. He placed a hand on the edge of the bed, and hunched over as he leaned his weight on it. How annoying.
She seemed entirely to gleeful at the fact.
"Don't be afraid, now. I'm not going to hurt you, after all. I'm a nurse."
"It won't kill you, y'know." she reassured him. She looked into his eyes a moment, then smiled brightly.
Hatchet gradually let down his hand from his mouth. Blood was smeared all over his palm; gravity forced the meager puddle in his palm to spill out, and crimson vines of the liquid trickled down his wrist. He let his hand hang on the edge of the bed by his side, and he cautiously slipped out his tongue. The blood lathered his lips.
She would hold the gauze there as she reached for the needle, and though she was not grinning as widely, a small, ever-present smile was still on her face. Like the Mona Lisa.
"Here. I'll get that fixed up in a jip!"
"Ef youaa twai anythunn, Au'll kull youaa." As ridiculous as he sounded, his multi-colored eyes held a stare that was not so humorous.
Devilishly.
"Oh, sir? I'm sorry. Could you say that again? I didn't quite get it the first time." As she said this, she spun the needle in her fingers, slid her thumb down it, and proceeded to try and poke it through Hatchet's wrist. The one that held her. She giggled.
"Well, that wasn't very nice, was it?" she asked, voice darker, but still gleeful. "Why don't you let me go, sonny, and we can start over?"
"Wut duh youaa theenk youaa'ra doin'?" he asked, before taking an over-all glance at her presently accentuated figure. He noticed the clothing she wore seemed to draw slightly tighter against her frame, upon her landing. He returned his eyes to her, and began to stare up at her more directly. There would be a moment of pause. His fingers peeled off her wrist; there would be a small splotch of blood left over. "Fyne, buat doan't twy ta tull me youaa're a rill nurse."
What she did was odd, and out of the blue. It seemed to be the response of a 'femme fatale.' He just wanted his tongue fixed by this time.
It was some days later that Drakus was about a huffing. For Lumierre it would be strange. One day he went to the manor on his own and disappeared for hours, returning irritable. Now once again he seemed just generally annoyed, grabbing things and shoving them in places rather than just putting them down.
"Lumierre?" he called, "We've got to go to the hospital."
She lifted a brow, coming up to him with her arms crossed lightly over her chest. Observing his movements, she glanced around the room before settling on him once again, considering what to say.
"The hospital?" she asked quietly. "I..why is..is everything okay?"
"I recieved a phonecall about a certain..." he stopped and let out a sigh. "We have to go check to see if everything is okay." He rubbed his face irritably. Maybe he was over-reacting. Red had promised him, and shown him, that she could behave around people. He felt a little lighter at that thought. "Come on, we'll go by carriage. Just in case." Just in case they needed picking up.
"I, alright." Lumi looked a tad bewildered, "Is there anything I can pack? Do we need anything?"
"No. Just... Us." He rubbed at his eyes. "We're meeting an old friend of mine, Lumierre. Though, you could call them a friend in the same passive-aggressive way you can call my brother a brother. We used to fight a lot. It was mostly in good taste and good humour, but one of our fights, well... It left a bad taste in the mouth. So she shot me." He indicated to where the bullet scar was, the one that had damaged his spine.
"Still. Let bygones be bygones. Let's go to the hospital." And with that he headed for the door.
Though the news surprised her, she just went along with the development, as was her usual custom when it came to surprises of any sort concerning Drakus. She took a breath, coming up to his side, and walking with him out the door, shoulder to shoulder with him.
It would be a short carriage ride, and questions on the nature of this friend would be expressly avoided. It was just Drakus sort of way. He didn't particularly have anything bad to say about Red. Yes she lacked many morals and etiquettes, but on the flip side he didn't have anything good to say about her either. Could 'Fun' and 'Occasionally an interesting challenge' really count as bounds for tolerating a person who was otherwise unfriendly towards you? They slowly pulled up in front of the hospital, drawing the horses to a stop, and Drakus stepped out first with a sigh.
Red was halfway down the hospital steps as the carriage pulled up, seemingly disregarding the chilly evening air as she stiffly buttoned her shirt up to conceal the pristine bandages that were tightly bound around her torso and left shoulder. Damn hospitals. They and Drakus had another thing coming if they expected her to stay here.
As Lumierre followed, her eyes found the figure coming down the stairwell, brow furrowing slightly before she tapped Drakus' shoulder and gestured toward the other.
"That...wouldn't happen to be her, would it?"
Drakus became tight-lipped. "Maybe," he said, rubbing his eyes before he headed for the front door. He planted his hands on his hips and levelled a stare straight for Red. "Young lady, where do you think you are going?" he demanded in his best authoritive voice. That was half a joke. He knew she out-aged him, probably considerably, but so long as she was sick he could still try to get some amusement out of her.
Red snorted loudly and gave Drakus a deep scowl. “If you think I'm going to be laid up in bed for a week, when it doesn't involve alcohol and sex, then you don't know me well enough. I'm leaving.”
Lumi's eyes flew wide, more out of surprise at the exchange than anything else, but she remained silent at Drakus' elbow, not even beginning to know the best thing to say or do. An introduction of sorts might have been called for, but this woman didn't seem like the type who would waste her time with pleasantries.
"Have you tried asking them for morphine? It's this drug... You take it and suddenly you can't think straight." Lumierre was present, so he resisted the urge to say 'Quite fun'. For some reason he was on edge in terms of impressions. "Are you even well enough to leave?"
“Yeah well, the hospital staff tends to frown on other extra curricular activities in the hospital. And of course I am, I'm walking aren't I? Since when did you take such a care in my physical well-being anyways?” Red's scowl had only deepened at Drakus' apparent interest in the matter.
"Since you know something I want to know," he said, almost cautiously. Oh like keeping his desire for immortality from Lumierre really meant anything. Yet all the same, he didn't go outright and say 'Because I think you can make me immortal'. "Well, if you're determined to leave, I have a carriage."
He paused, stepped to the side and gestured to Lumierre. "And this is Lumierre."
Red gave Lumierre a brief look over, the possibilities rolling through her head behind neutral eyes. At last she offered a coy twitch of her lips and what was likely a surprising choice of words, at least to Drakus. “Pleased to meet you. What landed you with this lout anyways?” Though her words were biting, the tone in which she spoke them was amiable enough.
In spite of herself, Lumi smiled. "And you as well. It was circumstance, though, as one who doesn't entertain thoughts on chance, Fate is probably a more accurate way to describe it."
It was sort of difficult to explain the situation surrounding their meeting.
Drakus resisted the urge to nervously chuckle. "Lumierre was an old friend of mine who I asked to stay at my manor. Things went down hill from there, but none of it I lay at her feet. Into the carriage then, shall we?" he suggested, climbing back inside. There was enough room for four people, two facing either direction, so they would all fit.
Red grunted her distaste at the situation, but it did beat walking about aimlessly in the cold until Aerona got impatient enough to send people to retrieve her. An encounter she wasn't keen to partake in. "Not worried I'll try to kill you again?" she inquired bluntly as they made for the carriage.
Lumi walked on Drakus' opposite side, occasionally glancing towards Red before shifting her gaze to the other. "How did you end up in the hospital in the first place?" she asked her. Drakus hadn't told her much, and she figured that question was innocent enough.
"Oh, is that what you were trying to do?" Drakus answered in an unimpressed fashion, as if he was unimpressed with her efforts, "She had a fever. She was poking around the manor for some reason. Apparently expecting me to take her in and give her a bed to rest it out. Unfortunately..." Well, the manor was gone now. "So I took her to hospital."
"She knows something," he said with a frown, "Some way to achieve immortality. Eternal longevity. That is more than enough reason for me to not toss her on the street."
Ah, that made sense.
Immortality. Something she'd come into by birth, and he was trying so hard to find its secret through artificial means. She supposed she didn't blame him for his efforts. That was something he'd always been fascinated with.
"How did you come by this information?" she asked, really directing the question at the both of them.
"I know her. She's practically confirmed it." She hadn't. He'd just interpretted it. "So..." he said with a long drawn out sigh, "I'm suggesting that when we leave... We take Red with us. And we try to find the source of this immortality on our journey. Unless Red wishes to part with us on her own, which I believe prompted me to make an offer. Did I already tell you my offer?"
“I'm sure this will be good...” Red replied.
"I offered quite simply permission to make demands, any demands, on a parchment, that only I can write on, to be fulfilled after I gained immortality with her aid. Negotiations can be had on the trip, as can demands. And once written, it can't be removed. It would have to be a very specific spell, but I'm sure we can find someone who can make such a parchment. Or... Well, paper."
“I think I've learned well enough about you and contracts. You'll have to do better than that.”
"It's just a check sheet, Red. I'm not going to ask you to sign your soul away." And here was the uncomfortable side of things. Red knew things about Drakus. Dodgy things. Things he'd rather not shared with Lumierre. "In fact, you won't even need to touch it, or read it if you trust me. It will solely be me writing down what you want. The magic is just to make sure neither of us cheat."
“I thought I damaged your the spine, not your head. But whatever, let's just get out of here,” Red replied. She certainly seemed anxious to be somewhere that wasn't there.
When Red mentioned contracts, Lumi couldn't help but silently agree. Not that she didn't love Drakus, or hadn't forgiven him for what had happened in the past, but he certainly had a way with the written word that was sure to confuse the majority of the signers involved. She took a deep breath, keeping silent for the moment, and following after the other pair. For the most part, she was lost to her own thoughts.
"What's that supposed to mean," Drakus demanded in an unimpressed voice. A defensive tone. "Erm. One slight problem. If you agree to go on this trip under the deal of immortality for anything you ask for, then two questions spring to mind. Where do you intend to stay and when do we intend to leave? Not that I'm in a rush. I have a few things I still need to do."
“Not to impose anything on you, seeing as we just met and all, but he's got a good question. I could use a place to recuperate until we leave. What do you say?” Red inquired towards Drakus' companion. The normally volatile woman was being remarkably amiable towards Lumierre.
"I have no objections," Lumi replied, seeming quite surprised at the fact that her opinion had even been taken into consideration. She smiled slightly at the other, thankful that the entire meeting had gone far better than she'd originally anticipated it to go. She glanced to Drakus.
"Of course, I'll leave the final decision to him."
His face said 'You can't be serious', but his mouth said, "Anything for an old friend."