[text] Doctor says, are you in?

[personalityquarks]

Hello, everyone! My apologies for not introducing myself sooner. My name is Strange, and I serve as the station's medical officer.

[This, presumably, would explain why they were RATHER BUSY in the aftermath of the Fissure expedition. Cough, cough.]

And on that note, I'd like it if everyone could stop by the medical lab for a moment or two, when you have the chance. I just want to do a check to ensure that no one's suffering any ill effects from the Fissure. There will be nothing invasive or nasty, I promise.

I'd also like to speak to Noctis, if you have time available.

[Feel free to respond to this post, or just drop in on the medical bay with an action tag!]

Comments

[thoroff]

There's really nothing to share. I'm not impatient, I just didn't think it was necessary. I'm fine.

[That's not the whole truth, but it isn't a lie either. Even without any other factors, she probably would simply have not thought to check in without Robin's prompting.

Wren's readings ought to more or less match up with her brother's; that is to say, she evidently doesn't take particularly great care of herself, but she's neither ill nor injured.]

[personalityquarks]

[No worse than some of the others around. Strange's hand glows and passes over her in a few quick sweeps.]

The thing about developing magical powers from Fissure exposure is that they can often come on quite suddenly from the outside. This at least gives us some forewarning.

[thoroff]

...That's possible?

[personalityquarks]

It's more than possible, it's quite common with extended exposure, at least for the people of this world. Most of our creators were people who gained powers in such a way.

[thoroff]

I see... In that case, I won't skip out again. Promise.

[personalityquarks]

I'm glad. I just don't want anyone to get hurt by powers they didn't even know they were developing.

[thoroff]

Of course, nor would I.