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Appointment?
Step inside, the doctor's in.
Step inside, the doctor's in.
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?"
"Doctor Burakh?" he calls in his soft, high voice. "Are you in?"
"Artemy, please."
He's busy brewing some tinctures so he has his back to the front of the clinic. It takes him a minute to finish, turning around to face First Aid, and, while he does try to remain professional, Artemy's look of genuine surprise does betray his professionalism.
"Ah, and, you are?" He asks, trying to regain his composure. "Can I help you?" He's trying not to be judgemental, but he's unsure if his brews and potions will work on him.
He's busy brewing some tinctures so he has his back to the front of the clinic. It takes him a minute to finish, turning around to face First Aid, and, while he does try to remain professional, Artemy's look of genuine surprise does betray his professionalism.
"Ah, and, you are?" He asks, trying to regain his composure. "Can I help you?" He's trying not to be judgemental, but he's unsure if his brews and potions will work on him.
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."
"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."
To be fair to Artemy, he regains stoicism rather quickly. He remembers a conversation with Leon, and approaches First Aid, one leather gloved hand out to give him a handshake. It may be more a finger to hand sort of handshake, but it's the meaning behind the gesture that matters, not the size of the participants.
"You must excuse my mannerisms. I have never see anyone quite like you." He remembers a conversation with Qingqiu, and thinks to add, "For reference, where I come from, we have not managed to send man to moon, so if I am rude, please feel free to tell me so I can address my behavior."
With that said, Artemy gives a curt nod, "Another medical professional is always good to have around. Welcome. May I show you around, First Aid?"
"You must excuse my mannerisms. I have never see anyone quite like you." He remembers a conversation with Qingqiu, and thinks to add, "For reference, where I come from, we have not managed to send man to moon, so if I am rude, please feel free to tell me so I can address my behavior."
With that said, Artemy gives a curt nod, "Another medical professional is always good to have around. Welcome. May I show you around, First Aid?"
"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."
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."
Artemy sort of shrugs at the idea. Even though some of the words First Aid uses goes over his head, like servitor, he gets the gist of it, "You are respectful, you speak to me as an equal, so I will treat you as one."
He waves his hand to gesture First Aid to come inside. He isn't sure how far he can fit inside, but, well, he will leave him to figure that out.
"This-" He puts his hand on a large vat attached to a pressurizer of some sort "Is an alembic. I use the herbs-" Artemy waves his hands about, there are herbs drying everywhere, "In here, turn them into tinctures."
He moves quietly to a table beside the alembic with a beaker and a burner, "This is my brewery, here, I combine some tinctures with other materials to create painkillers, and hopefully antibiotics, when the time comes."
He conveniently skips over what exactly he uses in these painkillers and antibiotics while moving towards the middle of the room.
"And this. Cot for surgery." He nudges the small bed with his leg. It's made for working, not for comfort. "Hoping to get one, maybe two more in here."
He waves his hand to gesture First Aid to come inside. He isn't sure how far he can fit inside, but, well, he will leave him to figure that out.
"This-" He puts his hand on a large vat attached to a pressurizer of some sort "Is an alembic. I use the herbs-" Artemy waves his hands about, there are herbs drying everywhere, "In here, turn them into tinctures."
He moves quietly to a table beside the alembic with a beaker and a burner, "This is my brewery, here, I combine some tinctures with other materials to create painkillers, and hopefully antibiotics, when the time comes."
He conveniently skips over what exactly he uses in these painkillers and antibiotics while moving towards the middle of the room.
"And this. Cot for surgery." He nudges the small bed with his leg. It's made for working, not for comfort. "Hoping to get one, maybe two more in here."
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"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."
"Ah, well, truth be told, I do need some more materials than just the herbs- but I do have at least one lead." Artemy says carefully, not sure how First Aid will react to his medical practices, "I'm sure others will be sought out in time and I will be able to make plenty in time for winter."
He makes that promise both to First Aid and to himself. No matter what the cost.
He makes that promise both to First Aid and to himself. No matter what the cost.
"Oh, well...if you do want any help sourcing ingredients, you can always come to me for assistance," First Aid offers earnestly, blissfully unaware of just how little use his own mechanical body would be in this area. Although he could always introduce Artemy to the concept of an organ donor list.
"Sally Doyle, our pharmacist, also happens to be an excellent chemist, if you haven't talked to her yet," he suggests.
"Sally Doyle, our pharmacist, also happens to be an excellent chemist, if you haven't talked to her yet," he suggests.
"I will let you know." Yes, it's too bad, but yeah. Your body doesn't really carry the diseased organs necessary to make antibiotics. We do have a lead but Artemy doesn't know about that yet so shhhh
"I would love to meet a pharmacist." He admits, "Coordinating with her would be most helpful in preparing for the months to come. I should visit her."
"I would love to meet a pharmacist." He admits, "Coordinating with her would be most helpful in preparing for the months to come. I should visit her."
"She's very skilled," First Aid confirms eagerly. "It might have taken us three or four times as long to synthesize penicillin from the basic compounds without her expertise. And by the way, her daughter? Is adorable." First Aid is still one of little Gwen's biggest fans! And now just because he's one of the tallest people in town.
Oh, Artemy loves children. He's great with them. He's not going to SAY anything about it, but he misses being around kids so much.
"I should write to her posthaste." Artemy says, he walks to his brewery stand, feeling about for a pen and parchment, "Do you happen to know an address for this Miss Sally?"
"I should write to her posthaste." Artemy says, he walks to his brewery stand, feeling about for a pen and parchment, "Do you happen to know an address for this Miss Sally?"
"Of course!" The address for Sally's pharmacy easily comes to mind -- he's been there often enough! "Although...you know, you could write her a letter...or you could let give you a lift over there, and I'll introduce you directly. I think that'd be nice, wouldn't it?"
"Not at all! Your professions overlap, so I'm sure she'd be happy to speak to you as well!" First Aid says firmly. "If you're not busy, I can take you over right now."
Too bad Sally already has a boyfriend. Ah well, she's still got eyes!
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So many of those things were still pretty new inventions in Artemy's time. Vacuums were used to clean floors, not keep people in space. And the concept of radiation was, what, only about thirty years or so old? X-rays had just been invented, but why would one need to be protected from them?
His mind spun at the implications. There was so much to unpack here. Oh so much.
He had so many questions, but Leon did not seem like exactly the right person to ask.
"That's absolutely incredible." Artemy settles on, sounding absolutely in awe, "To imagine, an entire event that would unite the world like that... I suppose you all tuned in on the radio at the same time to hear about it together?"
So many of those things were still pretty new inventions in Artemy's time. Vacuums were used to clean floors, not keep people in space. And the concept of radiation was, what, only about thirty years or so old? X-rays had just been invented, but why would one need to be protected from them?
His mind spun at the implications. There was so much to unpack here. Oh so much.
He had so many questions, but Leon did not seem like exactly the right person to ask.
"That's absolutely incredible." Artemy settles on, sounding absolutely in awe, "To imagine, an entire event that would unite the world like that... I suppose you all tuned in on the radio at the same time to hear about it together?"
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.
She walks into his clinic, hoping it will be relatively empty so they can speak in private.
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Luckily it is empty. And pretty sparely decorated, seeming only to have things inside for utilitarian uses only. There's a few cots, medical beds, a table with a brewery stand and beaker on it, as well as other equipment, perhaps for processing and creating different medicines.
Artemy himself is the only person inside the clinic. He looks up from his work, paperwork today, and stands up, taking a few strides to meet Valdis at the door. He's tall, a good 6'2, broad shouldered, and obviously strong. If he was dangerous, she would have a problem.
"Ah, I don't believe we've met." He says with a Russian accent, holding out his hand for a handshake, "Come in, please, how can I help you? Unless you're hiding a bullet wound somewhere I don't believe you have a life threatening injury, so I'm assuming you're here for something more routine?"
Artemy himself is the only person inside the clinic. He looks up from his work, paperwork today, and stands up, taking a few strides to meet Valdis at the door. He's tall, a good 6'2, broad shouldered, and obviously strong. If he was dangerous, she would have a problem.
"Ah, I don't believe we've met." He says with a Russian accent, holding out his hand for a handshake, "Come in, please, how can I help you? Unless you're hiding a bullet wound somewhere I don't believe you have a life threatening injury, so I'm assuming you're here for something more routine?"
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."
"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."
He shakes her hand, but he does frown at this, eyebrows furrowing. He probably should have known someone was going to report the incident, considering how public it was, even though he doubted Erik or Pyotr were apt to do it themselves.
"Of course. I'm sure you have many questions." Artemy says, gesturing for her to come further into the clinic. There's exactly one chair in this clinic now, and he's offering it to her, "I can put on some tea if you'd like."
"Of course. I'm sure you have many questions." Artemy says, gesturing for her to come further into the clinic. There's exactly one chair in this clinic now, and he's offering it to her, "I can put on some tea if you'd like."
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."
"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."
He does put both hands at his hips at her news. He has already seen Pyotr's injuries, and knows for a fact that he, and his memory, are both fine. Artemy wonders if she's doing what policewomen do sometimes, falsify information to see how a suspect reacts.
He has been in the Army. He's been in trouble with the law before even. He knows a little bit of how this works.
"If you wish to get down to it, I have no qualms with doing so." He says, politely enough, but still with some amount of seriousness behind it, with force of will, "I assume you have ascertained that this is my clinic, and I am indeed a surgeon and physician here in Pumpkin Hollow, and a good one at that. I have evaluated Pyotr's welfare myself since our altercation and I saw nary a scratch on him, nor did I see any signs of even a minor concussion. Though I would certainly be interested in speaking to the physician who examined him and seeing that report myself."
If such a thing exists, it's unsaid, but his voice carries the assumption- he knows it does not.
"As for my potential danger to other citizens of Pumpkin Hollow- I am afraid that it would be unprofessional of me to self diagnose to begin with, and on top of that, I am no psychologist. If you wish for me to be examined by one, I will comply. Unless, you had something else in mind... Miss?"
He has been in the Army. He's been in trouble with the law before even. He knows a little bit of how this works.
"If you wish to get down to it, I have no qualms with doing so." He says, politely enough, but still with some amount of seriousness behind it, with force of will, "I assume you have ascertained that this is my clinic, and I am indeed a surgeon and physician here in Pumpkin Hollow, and a good one at that. I have evaluated Pyotr's welfare myself since our altercation and I saw nary a scratch on him, nor did I see any signs of even a minor concussion. Though I would certainly be interested in speaking to the physician who examined him and seeing that report myself."
If such a thing exists, it's unsaid, but his voice carries the assumption- he knows it does not.
"As for my potential danger to other citizens of Pumpkin Hollow- I am afraid that it would be unprofessional of me to self diagnose to begin with, and on top of that, I am no psychologist. If you wish for me to be examined by one, I will comply. Unless, you had something else in mind... Miss?"
Valdis smiles.
"I can tell you don't believe me, but the fact that you didn't say a word of defense against the fact that you stabbed Erik leads me to believe that you at least aren't a blatant liar. But, it was Mr. Stamatin himself who told me he hit his head on the bar and that story is corroborated by other eyewitnesses, and Mr. Osborne."
Which does make her wonder just who healed Pyotr, perhaps it was Erik and he left that little detail out.
"There were also traces of blood on the bar and why I cannot speak to if he was or was not lying about memory loss, well...I know for a fact that he was injured."
In fact, Pyotr had simply said he was fuzzy on what happened after he hit his head, not exactly the same as memory loss, but it serves her purposes well enough.
"And he stated that he could not remember you stabbing Erik due to his injury. Was he lying about all that for kicks and giggles, or does he have some reason to try to protect you."
"I can tell you don't believe me, but the fact that you didn't say a word of defense against the fact that you stabbed Erik leads me to believe that you at least aren't a blatant liar. But, it was Mr. Stamatin himself who told me he hit his head on the bar and that story is corroborated by other eyewitnesses, and Mr. Osborne."
Which does make her wonder just who healed Pyotr, perhaps it was Erik and he left that little detail out.
"There were also traces of blood on the bar and why I cannot speak to if he was or was not lying about memory loss, well...I know for a fact that he was injured."
In fact, Pyotr had simply said he was fuzzy on what happened after he hit his head, not exactly the same as memory loss, but it serves her purposes well enough.
"And he stated that he could not remember you stabbing Erik due to his injury. Was he lying about all that for kicks and giggles, or does he have some reason to try to protect you."
Artemy straightens himself out. He doesn't mind ironing out these facts and being honest as long as she isn't giving intentionally misleading comments. Nothing he's said has been a lie at all, and he's happy to admit his wrongdoings.
"I can confirm that after the altercation I left Pyotr with a laceration to the forehead which would have left blood you found on the bar." He says, stone faced and honestly, "However, now, a few days later, the laceration has disappeared entirely. I am assuming Erik Osborne has something to do with this, as I know he checked on Pyotr's well being a few hours after the incident, but you would have to ask Erik to ascertain this. This is simply my guess as to the events that must have occurred."
He can't really think of who else would have healed Pyotr, and considering the fact they had been intimate, which was none of this woman's business, it made enough sense to Artemy.
"As for Pyotr's memory loss, well..." He shrugs his shoulders, "I suppose it depends on exactly what he told you. Are you taking his refusal to cooperate as memory loss, or did he tell you outwardly that he does not remember? I know Pyotr well enough to know that back home, he ran with the type of people who were not quite law abiding citizens. I cannot imagine he is comfortable being forthcoming with law enforcement. I highly doubt he is trying to protect me, in fact, I am certain he hates me, though we apologized, made up, and I will not be slamming his head into anymore bar counters or attempting to stab him. It is not the man I wish to be."
He says so with conviction, more telling himself that than anything else, he doesn't really care if this enforcer believes him or not. What is willed will be done.
"I can confirm that after the altercation I left Pyotr with a laceration to the forehead which would have left blood you found on the bar." He says, stone faced and honestly, "However, now, a few days later, the laceration has disappeared entirely. I am assuming Erik Osborne has something to do with this, as I know he checked on Pyotr's well being a few hours after the incident, but you would have to ask Erik to ascertain this. This is simply my guess as to the events that must have occurred."
He can't really think of who else would have healed Pyotr, and considering the fact they had been intimate, which was none of this woman's business, it made enough sense to Artemy.
"As for Pyotr's memory loss, well..." He shrugs his shoulders, "I suppose it depends on exactly what he told you. Are you taking his refusal to cooperate as memory loss, or did he tell you outwardly that he does not remember? I know Pyotr well enough to know that back home, he ran with the type of people who were not quite law abiding citizens. I cannot imagine he is comfortable being forthcoming with law enforcement. I highly doubt he is trying to protect me, in fact, I am certain he hates me, though we apologized, made up, and I will not be slamming his head into anymore bar counters or attempting to stab him. It is not the man I wish to be."
He says so with conviction, more telling himself that than anything else, he doesn't really care if this enforcer believes him or not. What is willed will be done.
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