Alright. Now that I’m done punching through time and space, hello from your new Head Healer with a few pertinent announcements.

( Quick, crisp, ripping off the band-aid. )

First: A call for assistance. If you have any first aid or medical training or are interested in learning, let me know what your capabilities are. Derrica and I could do with the helping hands, so I’m going to be drafting rotas. The time commitment shouldn’t be too much: primarily it’s helping out in the infirmary, knowing where everything is, being tapped for assistance if we’re on a battlefield, and being listed on-call at the Gallows to be summoned by crystal if someone comes in injured.

Second: Does anyone have any artistic ability? I need someone to draw informative posters to hang around the infirmary, and to do some clear illustrations of (…) microscopic slides.

Third: If you have any chronic health issues, important allergies, special conditions which require management, or any other former arrangements with Mr. Dickerson which need continuing, either respond privately or swing by the office as you’re willing. Any details will be confidential in my capacity as a doctor, and medical records will be locked in whatever fiendishly difficult safe I can get the engineers in Research to devise.

Fourth: Along those same lines, there’ll be some surveys circulated later, which I’d appreciate your cooperation in filling out. It involves things like your preferences for medical treatment if you’re indisposed, allergies to elfroot or similar, and in the worst case scenario, preferred burial practices and what ought to be done with your body if you don’t have a full testament. It’s a grim topic, but necessary.

( Considering, y’know. Everyone died recently. )

So, stay tuned for that survey. Anyway. That’s the sort of fun, breezy content you can look forward to from me. Doctor Stephen Strange, signing off.