DAY 177, sometime after strange's announcement

[dontpokethat]

[Really, Ginko probably should have started looking into examining those poisoned by the Prince (which is to say practically everyone) sooner. With things as hectic as they've been, the threat of new injuries had pushed that thought aside. Now, though...

Ginko's voice crackles through the radio, clearly tired but brisk and professional (or as close as Ginko gets to sounding professional) nonetheless.]

I want everyone who was kidnapped by the Prince to come by the medical tent to be examined. If you can't for one reason or another, let me know and I can come to you.

For that matter, I would appreciate the chance to run some tests on everyone who ate the food, in case we've still got poison in our systems.

Comments

radio -> action

[spaghettimonster]

I forgive you! [It may be reflexive; Papyrus just gives off this aura so people don't want to disappoint him. Despite his arrogant magnanimity.

Maybe an hour later, he shows up to the tent. His voice carries ahead of any other sounds he's making.]

Hello!! Are the tests still available?

[dontpokethat]

[Well, he guesses it's Papyrus Time now. Ginko looks up from organizing some supplies, one ear twitching.]

--Ah, hey. Yeah, c'mon in.

[spaghettimonster]

[It's Papyrus time, rejoice. He sticks his head in the door, and looks around before walking in.]

I don't remember the last time I saw a doctor... What's involved in my check up?

[dontpokethat]

Well, technically, I'm not a doctor. But, first, I have some questions. I need to know how much you were exposed to the poison - if you weren't stung or captured, then that just leaves the question of if you were eating the food, and how much.

In addition, anything unusual you've noticed would be good; if you're in pain, tired, if you've had trouble with nausea or coughing. Anything like that.

[spaghettimonster]

That's fair, that's fair, I'm new to being a janitor as well. Special training is important... but sometimes you're just thrust into a job, and have to figure it out as you go.

[And so far, it seems like he's doing a great job as a "not" doctor. No need to be so modest, Ginko! The animals need wrangling, but so do the non-menagerie people.]

As for food and miscellany! I ate food, modest portions each meal. I've been a little nauseous... but I think that's just because I'm worried sick.

[dontpokethat]

I'm, uh... [Boy it seems like there are a few layers of misunderstanding here. Apparently Papyrus has come to the conclusion that Ginko... has no prior medical training and now is suddenly a doctor? He can work on correcting that a bit at a time later he guesses.]

Just the food, then. Right. ...Can't blame you for being worried, though. [His mouth twists for a moment as he thinks about what to say here.] Y'know, since you only ate the food, you should be alright by now - which means samples from you would be a big help in understanding how this might have affected your brother.

[spaghettimonster]

What? Really?! Then I'll gladly donate...! [Wait, they still hadn't figured out what he would donate. Saliva and blood samples are a little out of the options.] Uh... marrow?

[His misunderstanding will take a bit of talking to correct; it seems pretty reasonable to him that, as long as there's a more senior doctor to take care of the life-and-death stuff, new medical folks could get tossed in for routine tasks.]

[dontpokethat]

That... might work? [Maybe.] I took a sweat sample from your brother, so it might be best to do the same with you.

[spaghettimonster]

Oh, of course. [He laughs a little, more weakly than usual.] The most reliable fluid my brother produces...

[dontpokethat]

Hah. Right.

[Ginko sounds similarly drained. He clears his throat and glances away, then goes to take a small jar from a shelf.] Well, since you're not sweating right now... I guess you should jog in place or something?

[spaghettimonster]

Just from jogging...? Well, let's try it. [Papyrus steps a bit away from anything delicate and starts moving in place.]

I've never been as sweaty as some people... What else makes us sweat? Exercise... emotions?