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[onefouroneseven]

Characters: Soranik Natu & YOU
Date: February 22
Location: Fire Sector
Situation: Natu begins to stock up on things she's going to need to practice medicine if she can't use her ring
Warnings/Rating: None


[ It really only strikes Soranik on how ingrained the use of her power ring is when she can't use it anymore. There were certain allowances she was prepared to use it for (such as anything when dealing with the virus infected individual and general medical emergencies) but the mundane tasks that were simply managed better with the ring? Not allowed.

Which brought her back to her original problem - getting basic medical supplies. While the ring could easily bring up someone's vitals and monitor them, Soranik felt that the constant use of it for that would drain her ring faster than she'd like. Dressed in some loose pants she'd found in her own district and the black tank she normally wore under her uniform, she made her way through the other districts - picking up things here and there.

At least that was the plan, until she found herself in the Fire Sector with far too many boxes in her hands to grab the one she'd just bought - filled with various things the herbalist swore would dull pain when ground up and applied to wounds or bruises. ]

Just put it on top of everything else.

[ She'd manage. ]

Comments

Forgive the brat.

[demon_brat]

You could have hired a vehicle, you realize.

[Have an eleven-year-old dressed locally but very much earth-human. Who dipped in the herb store to replenish some stores, because bats, but is now staring at her unimpressed. (Doubly so if she is wearing her ring.)]

[bowarmed]

[The Fire Sector is beautiful. Dressed in his civvies, Connor keeps on going over the occasional surface with the flames with his hand, amazed that it isn't burning at all. It's also a lot more modern here than the humble Water Sector; too many shops, too many sharp corners and sharper people.

But the good thing is there are herbalists. He likes the scent of a herbal shop. It's woody and earthy, and it makes him think of his monastery. Only here, it's being maned by a kedan with changing number of eyes.

With Kyle behind him, he wanders towards the store front and catches one of the many boxes before it falls.]

[sophos]

[Annabeth's on her way to Leo's suite when she spots a relatively familiar face, however recently familiar it is. She sort of veers a little closer in curiosity, wondering what she's bought - the woman was a doctor after all, even if she'd come across as more the technological sort than herbalist.]

[Hades, that's a lot of boxes.]

You might be able to get them delivered.

[She knows the other woman's in Earth. It's a bit of a trip. Not that she's making assumptions about her strength, either.]

[idkmybffpyramid]

[Someone is looking significantly better than he did when he arrived. Clean and well rested and all that. He's out and about, trying to get the lay of the land as it were, when he spots a familiar face from the network. He debates for a moment whether or not to go over, but you know what. Can't hurt to be on good terms with a doctor in an unfamiliar place.]

Soranik, right?

[He smiles brightly, an implicit "nice to see you," and gestures to her... Everything.]

Need a hand?