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DR. STRANGE. ([personal profile] portalling) wrote in [community profile] therookery2024-08-06 06:00 pm

crystal & medical questionnaire.


FORM: Sending crystal + blank questionnaire available at the infirmary
SENDER: Stephen Strange
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: The form is below! Submit your character’s response as a reply to that sub-thread, and this will also be linked from the Riftwatch orientation & infirmary wiki pages for posterity, so you can edit/submit a new one if details change. Your character does not have to take this super seriously. Strange might just come nag if they don’t.


What with the new faces recently, I’ve been working on the medical curriculum and refreshing the infirmary’s recordkeeping. It’s high time to establish some better-kept patient files.

To that end, we’ve provided a written questionnaire at the infirmary — thank you to Amsel for her neat penmanship — and I’d appreciate it if you could fill out a form for yourself and drop it off. The records will only be referenced by healers in the course of their duties, and otherwise locked away; your personal details will remain private. Having as much information as possible will only help the healers take care of you properly.

If you don’t read Trade or otherwise require assistance filling out the form, say as such and we can have someone sit with you. Any other questions, let me know.

— but also, fill it out.
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[personal profile] wythersake 2024-08-19 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Expand on that.

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[personal profile] wythersake 2024-09-03 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he sits in silence. a moment, then another. stands and leaves the room. his hand lifts at the door, and he turns as if to speak —

keeps walking. lets hinges shut heavy. he's gone.

(and if he knew a little more, he might ask, again? and if he knew a little less, he might ask, why? but the real question, the devil of a thought that crawls in his ear, is what quarter of them are worth so much greater sorrow than those dead in his hands)
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