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medigel rolled 20 10-sided dice:
10, 3, 4, 4, 7, 2, 4, 9, 7, 2, 7, 2, 8, 6, 5, 5, 8, 2, 6, 10
Total: 111 (20-200)
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 Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 12:23 am
Alright, it was high time she really tried to lend a hand in the medical ward. Thus far, Adelaide could only boast being allowed to shadow one of the more knowledgeable staff members stranded with them for the past month. Now, maybe she could really begin to make a difference beyond being another snarker looking at the wounded.
And that meant getting hit with the dead end jobs: namely, running around getting the actual doctors important resources. For her first job, Adelaide was required to locate a thermometer. “Mouth or butt?” she then asked, because this was important, snickering as she went on her way.
The supply closet was a damn mess. More than once she had to recoil because she had nearly uncapped this needle or that, or otherwise narrowly avoided falling boxes and loose ends she didn’t want to be messing with. When all seemed lost, Adelaide caught a dull shine in the dim closet: there you go. She was honestly surprised it wasn’t cracked.
(found 1 thermometer gj)
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 12:37 am
Well, technically she was supposed to be stocking the medical ward with her stuff, but one thermometer wasn’t exactly going to cut it…Adelaide tried to appear looking busy, wondering if now was going to be a good time to compromise health and safety laws by just suggesting they use the same one throughout and just wash it really, really good between patients? No? God damn it.
A second supply closet search earned her nothing, so she was stuck with just the one. Surveying the doctor with the more troublesome looking patient, she hustled over and forked the thermometer over with a grim look. “Make it count.”
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medigel rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 12:39 am
God, and now that she was away from the closet, Adelaide couldn’t’ help but feel a nasty tingle at the back of her mind. Mother senses. She disliked leaving a mess in her ake and, with a long-suffering groan, returned to the scene of the crime that was the supply closet. Methodically the older woman began to place boxes back in place, attempting for a semblance of alphabetical order for the files in particular while sorting boxes of equipment based on ease of access. The needles especially she wanted to be careful with; no need to get HIV or whatever it was needles pricked you with.
With a huff, but a satisfied huff, she called it a day and went to sign out.
reward: 3 bars + bonus 3 bars for succeeding on all parts + 25% medical ward cred
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