001 - Video

[holbydelboy]

So, um....

[There's a man on the feed. He's looking a bit beaten up, a nice gash on his forehead that's been covered up, but... Yeah. He's smiling. From what you can see of him, he's wearing dark-blue hospital scrubs.

When he speaks, his voice has an English accent. London, if anyone knows enough about it.]

I'm still tryin' to sort this whole "city-on-a-turtle" thing out in my head. It's kinda... a lot to take in. [He laughs.] Must've been a magic grenade. Anyway... Guess I'd better introduce myself. Adrian Fletcher, call me Fletch. I'm a nurse, so... if you need help in a medical capacity, I'm your bloke.

And, well, I can sideline as a mechanic, but you lot don't seem to have many cars around here... and it's kinda been three years since I last 'ad me 'ands on a motor proper.

[He then claps his hands.]

Right. First order of business... I'm gonna need a place to stay. Then... [He looks down.] I'm gonna need to change outta these scrubs. Ain't exactly purpose-built for bein' transported to another world.

And, uh... I know this was probably all covered by the lovely young lady at the visitor's centre, but... I kinda spaced out and just nodded... Sorry, love.

Comments

[holbydelboy]

Nice to meet ya, Casey. You had much to do as a medic?

[dragonaught]

Um... kind of. There's a fair amount of gang activity in the city, and it's mostly them fighting each other than involving civilians, but people do still get hurt. I'd appreciate any tips you have since you're probably more up to date on whatever methods you know than I am.

[holbydelboy]

Well, I ain't so sure... I'm only really good at working on... well... humans.

[These... kedan? He's not too sure.]

[dragonaught]

Yeah, but everyone is pretty humanoid here... I'd almost say it's close enough. I haven't had too many problems.

[holbydelboy]

Heart, lungs and all major blood vessels in the right place?

[dragonaught]

Depends on what they look like at the time. Um, from what I've seen if they look like something else it's still pretty close from what you might expect of that type of person.

[holbydelboy]

Right.

[This... was going to be complicated.]

So, I can probably rule out cannulation and IV drips, eh?

[dragonaught]

Yeah, unless they're conscious enough to show you where.

[ 'Complicated' is the state of life here. ]

Oh, uh, you're... near the Welcome Center? I could probably show you to the Hotel if you wanted...

[holbydelboy]

I'd 'ardly trust a punter to locate their own head at times, never mind a major blood vessel.

[Oh, well. He'll cope.]

Uh, I'm in a caffe in the... [Looking out the window.] ...Water sector? I went wandering, and... I'm kinda a bit lost.

[dragonaught]

Oh, okay. I can... probably find you.

[ This is gonna be fun. ]

Do you mind sitting still? Or—if you wanted to look around more first, see what offers come by...

[holbydelboy]

Ah, no... that's fine. I don't mind holding still. I can give you a better description of outside, if you want?

[dragonaught]

Sure. Did you pick up a radio at the Center?

[ It's unfortunate that the doors to the Hotel are malfunctioning in the fog, so there's going to be time while they pass through the Central sector to Water before anything else. ]

[holbydelboy]

Uh... No. I didn't. I just kinda... left.

[dragonaught]

[ There's a brief sigh, but that's okay. ]

That's okay. Tell me more and I'll see if I can find you.

[holbydelboy]

[And cue Fletch stretching away from the console to squint through the window and fog, before relaying the information to Casey.]

[dragonaught]

[ Casey takes it, maybe recognizes the street, then excuses themself to go make the trip for investigation. Tally ho!! ]

[holbydelboy]

[And cue Nurse Fletcher leaning back in his chair, contemplating if he has time to try the tea here.]

[dragonaught]

[ Sure. Casey's not going to rush him out of the café. It does take time to actually get there and locate what they're pretty sure matches Fletch's description, but eventually they arrive and spot their quarry. Casey approaches, bit of a nervous smile. To all appearances, they're a fairly willowy young man whose face hasn't quite finished filling out and it makes them look younger than they are. ]

Mr. Fletcher?

[holbydelboy]

[Fletch looks up from the console, looking Casey up and down... The poor kid looks like a strong breeze would knock him over.

And he has a nervousness that would rival Dr. Digby.]

No. I'm afraid you've got the wrong person.

[He can't help it. He's even changed the accent and everything, making sure his name badge isn't visible.]

[dragonaught]

Huh?

[ They can't help it. They tense and try to hide the anxiousness that blossoms up. That it's a joke does cross their mind, but it doesn't stop the immediate reaction. ]

What? But... that's not... funny...

[holbydelboy]

[And his expression softens almost instantly. Teasing Diggers was fun, even though it was like kicking a puppy, but... Yeah. Digby could take it.]

Relax. Just a joke.

[dragonaught]

[ Casey ducks their head pretty quickly at that. It's not that fun to ruin someone's joke, but stopping a reaction like that isn't easy. At least he doesn't seem annoyed by it. ]

Oh... Okay. Um—so, you're... uh, ready to go?

[holbydelboy]

Yeah, sure...

[He slowly starts to stand up, wincing slightly.]

Lead the way.

[dragonaught]

[ That wincing isn't passing by Casey's attention, but a café isn't the place to tend any wounds regardless. Casey nods and starts showing him the way. ]

What happened?

[holbydelboy]

Nothin' I can't handle, mate.

[And Casey is flashed with a disarming smile.]

Lead on.