Who

Clementine, M'noq

What

Check out the title.

When

It is evening of the twenty-second day of the fourth month of the eighth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Infirmary, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 04 Jul 2016 04:00

 

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"If I show it to you, you'll forever associate me with a weird rash. And won't that, like, ruin our relationship forever?"


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Infirmary

Sterile and scoured, the surfaces of the infirmary, well-tended and beloved by the complement of Healers due a weyr of Southern's size. Soothing tissane simmers at the large hearth, while comfortable chairs circle that particular feature in a waiting-room of sorts. Tables of dull-gleaming oldtimer metal lie as examining slabs, neatly lined in rows with pull-curtains enabling full privacy as needed. A low wall separates the southern half of the room from the rest, and those practicing the apothecary's trade can be seen compounding medicines under the watchful eye of the posted Master.


It's evening and pouring outside. Maybe that's reason enough for M'noq to have put off coming to the infirmary on his errand. Nothing is broken and he doesn't have blood pouring out of any limbs or digits, so it's one of those things that is easy to put off. He has one hand wrapped in a cloth, which hopefully isn't obvious. Maybe since it's dinner time, the real healers will all be on a break, and he'll just have to talk to some apprentice or something.

Clementine doesn't have any broken limbs or anything either, but this infirmary is a short cut on her way to the other infirmary, the one with the dragons. She comes strolling through from the living cavern, clipboard held to her chest even if it is dinner. There's still time to get through one more checklist, right? Right. On her journey, she notices M'noq entering and lifts her hand to wave. "Hey you, everything alright?" She wonders, slowing to a stop.

M'noq really didn't expect to to run into anyone he knew here, which was maybe part of the reason for his timing. He pauses when he spots Clementine and waves his non-wrapped hand. "Hey, Clem. Sure, it's all fine. Just stopped in to get my hand looked at." He points at the bad wrap-job, and of course it's impossible to tell what's wrong with it when it's wrapped up like that. "I didn't distract you from some important business, did I?" Because he's not going to beg anyone he actually knows to look at his weird hand problem.

Clem is probably the wrong person to have look at your injuries, because you know, zero healing skills at all. Which absolutely does not stop her from peering at his badly wrapped hand, furrowing her eyebrows and asking, "What did you do it?" His question has her glancing down at the clipboard held against her. "What? Oh no. I just wanted to see if I could go through some of the inventory next door." It really could wait until tomorrow, but then she wouldn't be here in this room right now.

M'noq looks decidedly awkward. "Well, it isn't so much that I did something to it, as something else did something to me." Which doesn't really tell her anything at all, but isn't that just typical? "Actually, yesterday I was scouting off in the jungle. Myziri asked me to find a new training spot for Lynx. I thought I had gotten away fine by only almost falling off a cliff, but then this morning…." He points at the wrapped hand and lowers his voice to a whisper. "Weird rash."

"Uh huh…" Clementine initially responds, continuing to stare at him curiously. If anything, the curiosity has only intensified. Her eyebrows slowly lift upwards and she leans away when he mentions the rash. With eyes darting from hand to face, she asks quietly, "What kind of weird rash? Do you think it's contagious?" Because she's just going to be very careful not to have any contact with his hand. Which should be easy since it's wrapped up!

Yeah, the last thing he needs is a rampant rumor running through the Weyr about M'noq's Weird Rash. "Well, I probably grabbed some plant in the jungle that did it to me. But it hasn't spread over the rest of my body, at least not yet. I took a bath as soon as I got back yesterday, so that might have been lucky." And as far as he knows, Keelie hasn't broken out in any kind of similar rash either.

"Or you've exposed anyone using the public bathing pools to your rash." Something Clementine doesn't have to worry about because she doesn't use those baths! But at least she's speaking quietly so as not to spread the rumor of M'noq's Weird Rash to everyone in the weyr. "Maybe Keelie is immune because she grew up out there." A glance is spared to their immediate area. "Can you show me? Now I'm morbidly curious."

M'noq rolls his eyes. "Great. Hopefully they'll name it after me when the weird rash itself runs rampant through the Weyr." As for Keelie… "More likely she knows that you're not supposed to grab that particular plant, whatever it was, so she knows how to how to avoid getting the rash in the first place." He gives her a suspicious look. "I thought you didn't have any healer training. Why would you want to look?"

"Well, they can't name it after you if they don't know it was you. I wouldn't advertise you took a bath to anyone else or you'll get blamed for all sorts of weird skin infections." Clementine really knows how to spin something in the worst way sometimes. So she'll just leave that thing about all sorts to hang there. "You're probably right. Maybe you should get gloves for when you're out there? Or a book plants?" As for why she wants to look, well. "I'm nosy."

M'noq sighs. "Fine, fine. But if if it was something that would spread in bathwater, wouldn't I have gotten it all over my body by now?" But now he's going to be paranoid about it, and any weird bump or scratch is probably going to have M'noq freaking out for a couple sevendays. He sighs. "I'm probably not the best person to be wandering out in the jungle by myself, but Myziri made me wingsecond for Lynx and put me in charge of finding training spots." And he makes a face at her. "If I show it to you, you'll forever associate me with a weird rash. And won't that, like, ruin our relationship forever?"

"…Maybe." Clementine will allow for that. Her healer skills really are at a zero, maybe even less than that if it's possible. Unless M'noq was a goat, which he definitely isn't. "You might consider taking a guide next time. But hey, congratulations on wingsecond!" She smiles brightly and says that one slightly louder only to drop it again for his next. "I won't forever associate you with a weird rash!" There's a sad little sigh and she shrugs her shoulders helplessly. "It's not like I'd see you as some giant bringer of itchyness and be forever afraid of physical contact."

"Thanks, I guess. Though I still prefer to do my mapping from the air rather than taking a machete into the undergrowth." Less likely he will fall off a cliff, too. M'noq makes a face at her insistance that the rash doesn't matter. "Right, you say that now, but the next time—" He breaks off, decidedly embarrassed at even discussing this, and "this" probably extends beyond the rash. "You know what? Forget it." He unwinds the cloth to show her his hand, apparently throwing caution to the wind. Slathered in numbweed, the rash looks like kind of a bad case of poison ivy, which is bad enough.

M'noq needs a bushwhacking buddy, someone that he can tie a rope to if there's a possibility he might go over a cliff again. "I don't think you quite understand my tolerance for the gross and unusual." She doesn't exactly lean in or anything, but she is watching with interest as he unwinds the bandage. When she finally gets a good eyefull (speaking figuratively), she winces. "Ouch. That looks miserable. I hope they can give you something to clear it up."

M'noq doesn't feel at all better for her sympathy, probably because he isn't a goat. "Thanks for putting me in the 'gross and unusual' category. Now I hope in the future when we run into each other, you'll be able to greet me with something other than 'Hi, M'noq, how's the rash?'" He's actually feeling like he has irrevocably changed the friendship between them, but the numbweed he put on a while back is wearing off, and he's getting to the point where he actually really needs to find a professional.

"Oh, M'noq. I'm not going to think of you as a giant rash." Clem exhales and offers a smile, meant to be sympathetic more than anything. She's probably not imagining the viewing of a poison ivy-esque rash as anything relationship altering. And she'd feel bad if she thought he felt bad! But without a tremendous amount to go on, she holds the clipboard just a little bit tighter there. "I'll let you go, so you can see someone. And I'll just…" Go do whatever it was she was going to do. Count bandages? Possibly.

And thank Faranth, it's at that moment a healer journeyman returns from dinner, so M'noq can flag him down. It's probably just as well he didn't start off by demanding things of whatever lone apprentice was manning the infirmary. "Thanks, I appreciate it. I'll catch up with you soon, alright?" And time will tell if things will change forever because of this, or if they'll just be able to look back on this as one of their crazy stories.

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