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artemy burakh ([personal profile] medekh) wrote2030-10-25 09:46 pm

Appointment?



Step inside, the doctor's in.
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[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-11-12 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
The door to Artemy's clinic is a little short and narrow for First Aid's dimensions, but after residing in Pumpkin Hollow for over a year he's gotten quite a bit of practice at squeezing himself through without even chipping the doorframe. He stays a little hunched over, trying to appear small and as unthreatening as he is on the inside. He's very eager to establish good terms with the new doctor, the change of the seasons reminding him with embarrassed horror of the terrible first impression he and Doctor Pierce made on each other the previous October. He'd like to avoid a repeat of that in its entirety.

"Doctor Burakh?" he calls in his soft, high voice. "Are you in?"
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[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-11-17 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Probably not, although they might make his fuel lines tingle.

"Ah, I'm First Aid," he hastily introduces himself, in a high and oddly natural voice given that it seems to come from a being made entirely of metal and glass. It goes well with the rich, thick moss that covers his shoulders. "Like you, I'm one of the medical professionals looking after this town. My specialties are emergency surgery and triage, although I've also been running a general practice since my arrival last year. I thought it would be a good idea to come and introduce myself --" And there's a smile in his voice, for all that his mask stays up, impassive and professional, "So there would be less confusion later. An emergency isn't a good time to explain that yes, I'm a person, and I'm here to help."
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[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-11-18 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's okay!" First Aid quickly assures him. "To be honest, I have an easier time talking to people who are less familiar with robotics and advanced technology than those who already knew about them from their own worlds. People who are used to the idea of machine life as sub-sapient servitors sometimes struggle with the idea that I have free will."

But Artemy is treating him as an equal, and First Aid shows his appreciation by nodding and saying, "I would love to see how you do your work. Thank you."
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[personal profile] lovinglefthand 2024-11-22 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can make antibiotics?" First Aid asks, voice and visor both brightening as he seizes on that most relevant piece of information. "Out of herbs? Oh gosh, that's wonderful. We're not as hard up for penicillin as we were last winter --" He gestures to the moss that covers his shoulders, "-- After getting a little help from Serranai -- but it's still a limited resource. Having an alternative would be wonderful."

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After talking to Erik and Pyotr.

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-12-26 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Finding the residence of Artemy wasn't difficult, but the paperwork to try to make all this go away has been highly annoying. Nonetheless, she knows she has to have a record of speaking to him in case it gets scrutinized later.

She walks into his clinic, hoping it will be relatively empty so they can speak in private.
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2024-12-27 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
As much as she dislikes looking up at people, it's not like Max and Fenrir were short either, so she's not intimidated in the slightest. She takes his hand, her grip firm and confident.

"We have not, and no, I am here to discuss the disturbance at the Oak and Iron from a few days ago. You see, a Councilman was stabbed and thus the enforcers are obligated to investigate."
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Valdis shakes her head.

"No, I'd like to get this wrapped up as soon as I can. Erik has declined to press charges, but...well, you stabbed a very important person and your intended target, Mr. Stamatin, was severely injured and incurred memory loss, so we can't exactly let this slide."

Is she embellishing? Maybe a little, but she wants to see how he reacts.

"It is the opinion of the Enforcers that you are a potential danger to the other citizens of Pumpkin Hollow."

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New apartment, growing pains

[personal profile] stoneoftherose 2024-12-27 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[The following letter is delivered to Artemy's door mid-week, in the final days of the year...]

I have a project that I could use your assistance with. If you're amiable, and have no other demands on your time, come to 115 Goldleaf Street at any time in the afternoon and see me in the second floor apartment marked 'A.' I'll leave it unlocked.

P. Stamatin
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[personal profile] stoneoftherose 2025-01-01 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
The front door opens directly into a long sitting room, left partially furnished by the previous inhabitants. Pyotr is lounging on a settee pushed up against one wall, his hands folded across his chest like a corpse with a vacant expression on his face. Neither wholly asleep or awake, he sits up with a start when Artemy opens the door, limbs moving in a jerk manner reminiscent of a puppet on taut strings.

"Oh," he says, relaxing. "You came." And without further preamble he waves a hand around the room. "How do you feel about moving furniture?"
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[personal profile] stoneoftherose 2025-01-03 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was getting to that," Pyotr lies easily. Pushing himself up from the couch, he looks around the room as if to confirm it hasn't rearranged itself while he was mentally checked out. "I need to move all of this furniture out of the room so I can pull up the carpet. That's the first necessary step for turning it into a studio space. Normally it would be Andrey's job, but..." He shrugs illustratively. Andrey isn't here, of course; and Pyotr isn't going to be moving any settees or hutches with his stick-thin body.

"I actually would appreciate your help," he says, in a voice that is already too tired to be faking that note of earnestness. "Truly. It would save me a great deal of trouble today and in the future."

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i like it too much

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abhorrently: (explore.)

march.

[personal profile] abhorrently 2025-03-15 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
It's after one of those "Swift Social" events that she appears, falling into step with him with ease.

"You know, I didn't think you were the sort of man to be in need of a matchmaker."
abhorrently: (grace.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2025-03-15 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"This. This whole Spring Social affair. It's for matchmaking, yes? That's what I was hearing."

She hasn't been a part of the planning - she was away that week, and had other jobs to do at Town Hall.

"I'm not passing judgement, merely surprised."
abhorrently: (onward.)

[personal profile] abhorrently 2025-03-15 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"I see, I see. Just out of your civic-minded duty. Meet anyone particularly interesting?"

It's not her scene, but she'll try to get the details anyway.