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[sanomorior]

[A sigh, exasperated.]

Right. Getting this over with.

[She clears her throat, and then speaks with authority, though there's still the film of weariness over her words.]

My name is Sycora Novitas. I'm on the first floor of the Great Keep. Any ill, injured, or infirm parties should report to me. I'm on the first floor of the Great Keep. If you can't get there, give me your location and I'll come to you.

[There's another pause as Sycora drums her fingers against her desk.]

I realize many of you aren't human or even anything close to it. If you want to tell me anything that'll help me take better care of you, do it. Make my life that much easier.

You got any questions, go ahead. Not like I'm sleeping any time soon anyway.

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[gditsideswipe]

Go get Ratchet. There. That's all the info you need.

[sanomorior]

I am not in charge of picking who shows up here. You want to make demands, go to Deior, but don't expect much.

[gditsideswipe]

Fine. Maybe I will. Because I'm not sending schematics to the first random meatsack who asks.

[sanomorior]

Yeah? Then when you break down, you're on your own.

[gditsideswipe]

Who says I'm going to break down?

[sanomorior]

Odds do. Everybody breaks down sometime.

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

... How prepared is this place for nonhumans?

[Because turians and human foodstuffs don't exactly mix well.]

[sanomorior]

Depends. What kind of non-human are we talking about?

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Turian. Sound familiar to you at all?

[sanomorior]

[There's the sound of some papers shuffling.]

No. Don't think I've met a Turian before, let alone had to treat one.

What do you need?

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

... Crap.

Everything dextro-based. Except medi-gel, since... that's pretty much hypoallergenic. Otherwise, I'm probably not going to be around for very long.

[bloodtothebest.livejournal.com]

You forgot to mention the part about what a dashingly handsome Helcian I am.

C'mon 'cora. Do it for the team. You know it's true.

[Dos? Grinning? Why yes he is.]

[sanomorior]

[That gets a laugh out of her.]

I'm not here to make people more sick.

[bloodtothebest.livejournal.com]

[Dos snorts.]

I think Joe's cooking is gonna do that for us. The little runt better do better next time or I'll be dragging Bessie inside.

[sanomorior]

Even if he does, I'm all for that. We could do a lot with a whole cow.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Got anytin' fuh nausea?

[He might have food and liquor in him now but he's still feeling sick as a dog.]

[sanomorior]

Definitely.

Any other symptoms?

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Notin' dat more liquah and food can't fix.

[sanomorior]

You going to need a bucket, just in case?

[The sound some bottles clinking.]

What's your location?

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Dat might help. Give me sometin' to mix da liquah in.

Still be in da-[Whoa give him a second, trying to throw up in his lap.]-in da big hall.

[He hasn't left since he found the ale. Not because of his withdrawal but because he's currently trying to drink himself to death.]

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She feels awkward about this question. It is not a medical question!]

[yet]

Lady Sycora? May I please meet with you about a personal matter? It is not significantly urgent to be addressed immediately, or keep you from rest but, if I may speak to you in the morning?

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[sanomorior]

I have time now, if you would rather address it sooner. Do you know the way to the infirmary?

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

I do not as of yet. Is it near the Dining area? I could perhaps find my way from there.

Thank you so kindly for your time.

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[sanomorior]

One floor below the Great Hall. That's where the feast was.

[Detailed directions go here.]

Comment log?

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[Using the detailed instructions she slowly makes her way through the hallways of the keep. One hand is clutched around the blue stone around her neck. She is being especially mindful of her wings and of her bare feet on the cold stones of the halls.

Reaching the door, she knocks twice, just loud enough to be heard. ]

Lady Sycora?