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[fuckyousoleil]

[Outside of the hospital today, the last medical kit - "X" - sits with a print out attached to the lid (accompanied by some simple text: "disney fucking endings never help ever, this page is bullshit"). The kit itself isn't quite as stocked as the other ones, but there's still a decent amount of supplies being offered up in it. Another copy of the

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[doctorquincy]

[has been periodically checking out the lobby in between doing other work and he lets out a deep sigh as he sees the box being brought in]

Oh, good.

[adroitism]

Special delivery!

[doctorquincy]

Thank you.

[adroitism]

I think I got most of the stuff on your list . . . or tried, anyway.

[doctorquincy]

That you were able to get any of it is really appreciated.

[adroitism]

I try! It's important to have that shit on hand.

[doctorquincy]

[nods]

[adroitism]

. . .

I'm Jalen. With, er- the carnies, if that wasn't already obvious.

[doctorquincy]

I had figured you were involved with that somehow, yes. I'm Ishida Ryuuken.

[adroitism]

Nice to meet you - actually meet you, anyway. I wanted to lay low for a bit, but that's all gone to hell . . .

[doctorquincy]

What happened?

[adroitism]

This and that and . . . it's probably better if we show our faces and talk, anyway. I got reprimanded, sure, but it's working out.

[doctorquincy]

So now you can help us openly?

[adroitism]

I have, in fact, been ordered to provide assistance in some manner. Funny how that works!

[doctorquincy]

Ordered?

[adroitism]

Chief medical officer of the group. That's me.