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Secondary Analysis | Video | Open

Appears difficulties have currently subsided. Wished to remind any with lingering injuries of presence of clinic in Gozu district. Suggest prompt visit for varren bites. Carry number of diseases. Large number disfiguring and painful. Also attaching pamphlet for dehydration symptoms. Covers multiple races. Recommend increased intake of water.

[Sometimes, he's so helpful. He just doesn't want to waste time dealing with people who are still dehydrated a week later. Also attached to the video are his credentials as a scientist and physician.]

Reminder for new arrivals. Always welcome applicants to clinic. Number of positions available.

[Pause.]

Aware pyjak meat delicacy in some cultures. Have recently come into number of fully cooked specimens. Will part with them for small number of credits. Population appears to be decreasing in size.

[Where he's gotten the pyjak meat is clearly a mystery. He hasn't been setting them on fire himself or anything. Wherever have you gotten that thought?]

Otherwise, will be here. [He disconnects.]

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[ so this guy is a doctor, right, essentially.

stiles has a half-empty pill bottle sitting in his room back at the apartment, which is why he sends a message to this guy after he posts the video. ]

I'm not really sure I'm interested in roasted monkey meat, but you handle people's perscriptions, right?

[Yes, that is precisely what he is.

Mordin will answer promptly. He's expecting people to have responses and has set aside time for exactly that.]

Humans have tendency to stick with familiar nutrition sources. Cannot blame you in particular circumstance. Pyjak overly stringy.

[Yes, he's tried it. Ew.]

Prescription would require basic medical check-up. Simply wish to make sure medication right choice. May have more advanced solution.

That's good to know, I'll keep that for reference in case someone else asks me.

[ Ew frog dude. ]

I understand, I mean, I can do one, I just can't... [ He winces. ] I mean, I have some credits but not a lot.

I have attention deficit hyperactive disorder, though, so I take Adderall for that. And I'm gonna run out in a couple weeks.

Never know when small tidbit of information will be illuminating.

[Yeah, that happens.

Mordin idly waves a hand.]

Will not turn away if unable to pay. Believe medical treatment more important than number of credits earned. Able to work out payment without difficulty.

[He makes a small 'hm' noise.]

Uncertain precise chemical composition of Adderall. Will require research. Not a problem.

[ Stiles doesn't believe knowing Pyjak meat is stringy will help him but

you never know. ]

I'd feel a lot better being able to pay you something even if I have to pay it off.

[ Stiles hates owing people money, or well, credits. ]

If you want me to come in for a check up I'll bring the bottle, and you can take a sample or whatever you need.

[Yeah, Mordin is full of useless information. He's not sorry.]

Will work something out. If willing to pay, will not refuse credits. Cannot ask more than able to pay.

[He does have a business to run here. He's just not terribly concerned by the details.]

Excellent idea. Can do research on own. May find references to negate necessity of sample. No appointment necessary. Simply come to clinic when available.

[ okay, something will be worked out, that's all stiles needs to know. that and he'll end up paying something so he won't feel like he owes too much. ]

I'll come by in an hour or so. Gotta get things in order and all that.

[ His shift starts much later for repair work, so at least there's that. Hopefully it won't take too long.

And a little bit later, he's wandering into the clinic, bottle in his pack and looking for Mordin or someone who can help him. ]

[So this guy, he just hangs around sometimes. IT'S NOT LIKE HE ENJOYS YOUR COMPANY OR ANYTHING. And he's probably just standing around checking some weapon over while you're on your omni-tool there.]

You're sure that pyjack meat isn't diseased or anything?

[Of course not, his whole intention is clearly to irritate the crap out of Mordin.]

Quite certain. Fully cooked. Incinerate burns hot enough to kill lingering bacteria.

[BINGO you nailed it buddy]

If you say so. Personally, I don't trust meat from something that could have been scraping around in sewage somewhere.

[He knew it.]

Welcome to ignore offer. Did not force pyjak meat upon you.

[Seriously Kirrahe, did he ask you to eat it? No, no he did not.

Gladly.

[he wants to say something like HAVE FUN WITH ALL THE idk PYJAK PLAGUE VICTIMS but he will refrain]

Just how many of those things did you kill?

[Good, because otherwise he might start slipping Pyjak into your meals.]

Fair number. Did not keep accurate count. Somewhere near one hundred. Likely over. Were in every corner of clinic. Quite a nuisance.

[like hell is kirrahe going to let mordin cook for him just sayin]

You let that many pyjaks get in here? I think you're getting slow in your old age.

[He's the best cook okay.]

Not in job description. Believe security responsible for keeping vermin out.

[And that means you fellow space frog.]

I'm more concerned with the creatures capable of shooting you. Security, remember? I'm not the exterminator.

[Clearly you should have just tossed a few mouse traps down, doc.]

[The idea that Lydia needs to get out and get some air is an understatement. However, despite her immediate needs, she still realizes the reason behind those needs is that Stiles has concern for her safety and while she's not willing to even suggest that they are founded in anything by his own overactive imagination -- she is trying to keep her travel to the well-lit areas. Which is a joke, but it's the effort that counts.

When she sees the offer for work in a medical clinic she assumes that's about as safe as someone can get for trusting the person doing the hiring. It could also mean that they'd have quick access to taking her brain for research and science, but she's not going to think about that.

She's also not going to think about the appearance of the people around her as she moves through the city. She's been here a while and she's still not exactly sure how to do this. She doesn't stare, that's rude, but she's still curious so she steals these sidelong glances - which she realizes might seem even worse so she just goes forward.

This - this medical clinic - might give her what she needs. A job and the chance to learn. That is if they're okay with hiring a seventeen year old. She's not going to think negatively, though, and instead she just continues to the clinic.

When she gets there, she glances around looking for someone - maybe the person from that network post.]

Hello?

[Mordin is actually standing in the reception area for the moment and speaking with one of his receptionists. He's outlining a long list of things that he still needs to find. It's slow going but it's going at any rate.

He glances her direction and then straightens, almost seven feet of salarian towering over her. Mordin frowns thoughtfully.]

Do not appear injured. Eyes clear. Complexion normal. Do not seem to be running temperature. Assume visit to clinic for reason other than medical purposes?

Edited (subject line :|) 2013-04-22 05:33 (UTC)

[Yes, that is tall. That is very tall and she tries not to feel extremely short, in fact she stands up straighter and lifts her chin a bit.]

I'm healthy. I was here because you mentioned employment.

Edited 2013-04-22 05:39 (UTC)

[It is tall but he tries to hunch a little and not to tower. It tends to make humans uneasy. Asari aren't usually worried because they could smear him on the walls with their biotics.

Mordin brightens up a little at that.]

Excellent. Shall conduct interview promptly. Please follow me.

[He gestures towards the back and he won't waste any time.]

[The hunching, surprisingly, does little to make her feel less short. She's just short and he's tall. Either way, she's a bit stunned at how quickly this is going to happen. She thought she'd get information, to see what the job entailed, what they were looking for.

Conducting an interview seems rushing it, but she's trying not to question it. Trying not to be really curious about what sort of alien he is. If it is a he...]

Okay. I'll... follow. [She does.]

[Yes, well, Mordin is quick and to the point. He'll judge her abilities before he decides whether he has a position open. He tries to come up with jobs if they are feasible. Omega is a rough place and Mordin is here to help.

He steps into the room first and gestures her in. This is an office of sorts. The bed in the corner is for when he needs sleep which is almost never. He has an apartment but who goes there.]

Mordin Solus. Salarian scientist and medical professional. Pleasure to make acquaintance. [He offers a hand and scrutinizes her at the same time. He's a little weird. Don't mind him.]

[Lydia takes note of the office, the way he walks and just in general everything that she can. She's trying to act as though all of this isn't new to her, but most of it is.]

Lydia Martin. Earth... human and future Fields Medal winner. [It sounds good to her at least.]

It's nice to meet you, too. Are you... are you from here? From this planet?

[ /!\ ]

DONT EAT JOEY

[Ugh he hates texting why do people insist on this?]

require context. do not believe acquainted with a joey.

[ because teenagers ]

hes my pyjak!! i left him at home 2day i hope he didnt get looose

[Well it's irritating. His spindly three fingered hands are not made for texting.]

am not hunting pyjak. only disposing of vermin in clinic.

[ well no one's making you text back, bro ]

WELL IF U C NE 'VERMIN' IN UR CLINIC W/TAGS THAT CLEARLY MEANS ITS A PET DONT 'DISPOSE' OF IT OK

[He tries to cater to everyone okay. It just means he gets really short texts.]

will be certain to avoid if possible.

A delicacy? Seriously?

[She's a little unbelieving, but mostly just amused. She finds that funny, okay.]

Among krogan in particular. Pyjak native to Tuchanka. Planet unable to sustain large amount of agriculture. Must procure food somewhere. Members of other species also 'daredevils'. [He air quotes.] Take pleasure in trying thing untypical to diet.

Daredevils, huh. Well hey, if they really want to risk it, I’m not gonna stop them.

[And then, she backs the conversation up some.] So does that make that Tochanka place better or worse than here?

Likely good plan. Would not wish to get on wrong side of mercenary groups.

[Mordin nods and she'll find herself with a attachment. Within it, is a terribly boring and lengthy dissertation about the planet. Guess who wrote it?]

Tuchanka worse than Omega. Krogan caused nuclear winter. Result death of majority of plant life. Increase in radioactivity. Krogan forced into underground bunkers to survive. Entire planet covered in feuding clans. Incredibly dangerous.

[Oh man. He would...

She opens it out of curiosity, to glance at it, but good God that is long. So... she closes it again after a few seconds. Maybe she'll uh, look at it later. ~~If she remembers~~]

Well that sounds like a great time. No wonder they all look so tough...

Mordin. It is good to see your clinic has survived the recent difficulties.

[Oh hey it's that guy that came with the pink glowing juice once.]

I've been meaning to speak with you.

Have functioned under worse conditions. Constantly threatened by local gang feuds. Must make do.

[Yes, he remembers. Salarians have almost perfect memory.]

How can I help?

I suspect I won't need to try to convince you that these events couldn't have been an accident. It's too small a likelihood.

[He has a computer brain so it's natural to assume he'd come to this conclusion. <3 <3 <3 math & probability.]

If you have any open positions I can assist you with, I believe there is a way we can work out payment so it is less strenuous on your resources in a similar crisis.

Edited 2013-04-24 04:04 (UTC)

May I ask what the positions are?

Are there any that involve maintaining technical equipment, computer work, or lab assistance?

[Text for now, Starscream's already gotten less than ideal reactions to his mechanical appearance. Those three seemed like the most possible for him, but perhaps the doctor had other options.]

[Yeah okay, you're getting voice. He hates texting. It takes too long.]

Positions non-specific. Use where needed. Weigh talents and abilities with current needs. Clinic still understaffed. Familiar with current technology?

Current technology has some familiarities with what's available back home. In any case, I can adapt quickly.

I found a young varren that's been badly injured. If you could take a look at him, I would be grateful.

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Secondary Analysis | Video | Open

video; easily hackable privacy setting

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