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discedo_logs2008-11-20 11:25 am
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back to work [OPEN]
Who: Otto Octavius & whoever stops by in the clinic. [OPEN]
Where: Clinic at the high school.
When: During the day, Thursday.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe.
Summary: Many feel trapped within the town of Discedo -- although Otto can safely say, he feels trapped after walking about twenty feet.
the log:
A mystery, of course, on their plate. One to be solved, naturally, but on a big picture, Otto can honestly tell himself that he's not as concerned with the whole memory issue as everyone else seems to be. Not that it isn't important to figure out what went on, it just didn't strike him as imperative as other matters.
Like rations, supplies, and being able to walk.
It's a matter of perspective, he supposes, and he doesn't blame these people for feeling frustrated at everything. For him, there are more important matters, and quietly to himself, he figures waking up in Discedo provides the opportunity to make up for the monstrosity he nearly became back in New York.
Although mainly a scientist, he can provide assistance as a medical doctor here as well.
He just can't maneuver well.
The morning had consisted of the difficulties of restrapping his mechanical limbs with the belts and bindings he's made himself from material given to him. Even with them lifted, he walks with a hunch, and it's not as if he can go on a walk, and a rare few know why.
He sees the clinic, usually, from day to day -- it's where he lives. It's where he'll stay until they can get the chip out from his body.
So really, being able to even just walk out into the town seems like a fantastic idea.
Again. Just perspective.
Otto slowly makes his way to a chair, settling down with a sigh of relief to be off his feet.
Where: Clinic at the high school.
When: During the day, Thursday.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe.
Summary: Many feel trapped within the town of Discedo -- although Otto can safely say, he feels trapped after walking about twenty feet.
the log:
A mystery, of course, on their plate. One to be solved, naturally, but on a big picture, Otto can honestly tell himself that he's not as concerned with the whole memory issue as everyone else seems to be. Not that it isn't important to figure out what went on, it just didn't strike him as imperative as other matters.
Like rations, supplies, and being able to walk.
It's a matter of perspective, he supposes, and he doesn't blame these people for feeling frustrated at everything. For him, there are more important matters, and quietly to himself, he figures waking up in Discedo provides the opportunity to make up for the monstrosity he nearly became back in New York.
Although mainly a scientist, he can provide assistance as a medical doctor here as well.
He just can't maneuver well.
The morning had consisted of the difficulties of restrapping his mechanical limbs with the belts and bindings he's made himself from material given to him. Even with them lifted, he walks with a hunch, and it's not as if he can go on a walk, and a rare few know why.
He sees the clinic, usually, from day to day -- it's where he lives. It's where he'll stay until they can get the chip out from his body.
So really, being able to even just walk out into the town seems like a fantastic idea.
Again. Just perspective.
Otto slowly makes his way to a chair, settling down with a sigh of relief to be off his feet.