Dr. Adrien Arbuckal (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thisavrou2016-11-21 10:21 pm
prorenataa) wrote in thisavrou2016-11-21 10:21 pm
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[ He'd meant to make this audio only but it was too much effort and when the video came up instead, Adrien couldn't be arsed to switch it out.
So have an image of one of your medical professionals, Moira crew. The right side of his face, particularly around the temple and orbital bone is a spectacular black, purple, red and shade of green and the bruising traces down across his cheek. He has butterfly bandages on a cut across the eyebrow, the edge of which disappears into his hair line. His right arm is (currently) in a sling, though he appears to be wriggling his way out of it.
Adrien looked pale; paler than usual, his freckles definitely on display across his otherwise ashen skin. Dark circles were imprinted under his eyes and he kept blinking, as if focusing was a bit of a bitch. Still, when he spoke, his voice was clear (if accented) and to the point. ]
Right that sucked.
We've secured a location and set up the medical tent, though if anyone has some impromptu spots set up, give a shout; especially if you need supplies. Otherwise, if you need treatment ... please seek it out.
[ Yes he said 'please'. Yes he has a major head wound. ]
Has anyone been able to get any sort of count on who is clear of the wreckage? Walking injured? Non-ambulatory injured and dead? We've got track of some of the cryo units but if you know of one, let someone know so we can try to get an accurate count.
[ Reaching up with his now freed right arm, Adrien rubbed at his injured temple, wincing. ]
We've got some supplies here at the tent; water and nutrition bars mostly. Does anyone know the state of the ship? What about our immediate situation? Can anyone tell if we can secure this location and hold it until we can stop the ringing in our ears?
[ Maybe it was just his ears?
Finally, the important question. ]
Any evidence that ... anything ... we saw on the trip here, followed us through?
So have an image of one of your medical professionals, Moira crew. The right side of his face, particularly around the temple and orbital bone is a spectacular black, purple, red and shade of green and the bruising traces down across his cheek. He has butterfly bandages on a cut across the eyebrow, the edge of which disappears into his hair line. His right arm is (currently) in a sling, though he appears to be wriggling his way out of it.
Adrien looked pale; paler than usual, his freckles definitely on display across his otherwise ashen skin. Dark circles were imprinted under his eyes and he kept blinking, as if focusing was a bit of a bitch. Still, when he spoke, his voice was clear (if accented) and to the point. ]
Right that sucked.
We've secured a location and set up the medical tent, though if anyone has some impromptu spots set up, give a shout; especially if you need supplies. Otherwise, if you need treatment ... please seek it out.
[ Yes he said 'please'. Yes he has a major head wound. ]
Has anyone been able to get any sort of count on who is clear of the wreckage? Walking injured? Non-ambulatory injured and dead? We've got track of some of the cryo units but if you know of one, let someone know so we can try to get an accurate count.
[ Reaching up with his now freed right arm, Adrien rubbed at his injured temple, wincing. ]
We've got some supplies here at the tent; water and nutrition bars mostly. Does anyone know the state of the ship? What about our immediate situation? Can anyone tell if we can secure this location and hold it until we can stop the ringing in our ears?
[ Maybe it was just his ears?
Finally, the important question. ]
Any evidence that ... anything ... we saw on the trip here, followed us through?
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Still, Adrien's no fool. He wouldn't have written that letter if he didn't know full well some of what's going on in Tony's head. So far, all his energy has gone into what needs to come next. Putting one foot in front of the other, as Adrien describes it. If nothing else, Tony's always been good at dusting himself off and resuming the slow, steady march over the coals. ]
I'm faking it til I make it. How'm I doing?
[ He hasn't had a breakdown or an anxiety attack yet, so y'know what, he'll take that victory for what it is. ]
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Yes the coffee beans and the A.I. coffee pot had survived.
There was no fingers in the hair, knotting it this time. In fact, Adrien surfaced and set his chin on his knees, blue eyes studying Tony for a long moment. ]
What's going to happen when you have to slow down and rest? Will the exhaustion be enough or is that hyperdrive mind of yours going to try to kill you?
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At the question, Tony just smiles blandly and with no humor whatsoever. ]
If it hasn't managed so far, I doubt it's going to. [ Honestly. ] But if it's any consolation, do you really see anything slowing down at any point in the immediate future?
[ The only break they've gotten so far has involved being drugged out of their minds and trapped on a planet for a year. ]
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He snapped back to himself and simply gave a shake of his head. ]
Unlikely. [ He said, moving once again to get up to his feet. ] Speaking of which, I need to get back to trying to coordinate what we have left.
I haven't seen or heard from McCoy since the ship went down.
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The prospect of having to do it himself is even more so, which is why he doesn't yet make a move to do so. ]
That figures.
[ Muttered under his breath, that part, because of course they'd be short on doctors when they really need them. Then, louder, as he reaches over to pull the helmet back into his lap. ]
I'm going back to salvage what I can. [ He glances around the makeshift medtent, taking note of what already seems to be present. ] What are you dying to have?
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The truth was, he could reel off quite the list of items he'd like to secure from the wreckage. However, he quickly sorted through that which he could go scavenging for at a later date, tried to identify what would benefit from Tony's skill set and then prioritized from there.
Because he would not be surprised to learn that the man was going to be working himself into the ground, flying back and forth. ]
Portable power.
If it's possible to find something or put something together. We packed the Medbay equipment but without a power source it's all nothing but fancy bricks. I know we have the Cybertronians and other androids but they're going to need to conserve their power for their own needs.
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[ He scratches his chin for a moment, brow furrowed. Cobbling a simple generator together wouldn't be the challenge - he could easily throw one together in a few hours - so much as finding something to reliably power one.
This is the very reason he made the arc reactor in the first place.
He sighs and finally consigns himself to the horrid return to verticality, only wincing slightly in the process. He balances the helmet on one hip while he considers the armor at the entrance of the med tent. ]
Well... in the meantime, if it's a truly dire, life-or-death emergency, let me know. I've got a fallback.