[Center][h3][color=cyan]Day 1 0630 St. Vitali Memorial Clinic Village of Pristupin, Libor Province Republic of Polavia[/color][/h3][/center] "Silas! Silas! Get your Lipolin ass up you fuck!" The voice is growly and honestly sounds like nails on a chalkboard. The kind of voice that is either a politician, a unloved teacher or a landlord. Depending on where you are could be two of the three at once or even all three. They aren't mutually exclusive. In this case Danov Kerril is the land owner on which the Clinic sits on. Normally he'd be speaking to the clinic director. But today he's bugging the squat looking dark haired olive skinned man who comes stumping down from a attic room. Silas looks slightly up at the man, and looks about to say something when Danov shoves a list into Silas' chest. Silas blinks. Then Danov growls. "Director Krenic says for you to do home visits." Silas sighs. Not even opening time and he's already been voluntold. With a nod he watch Danov limp off. Honestly wondering if he could just smack.the man upside the head, healing his hip and give him an up...nah not as fun this way. He checked the time and the list of visits. Of course the first one is across town and in less then 30.minutes. Gathering his medical bag and EMT gear he heads out. Silas has got alot to do today. He'd seen the last name though Babushka Oksana. Atleast his last visit will be nice. [Center][h3][color=cyan]Day 1: 17:40:10... Oksana's Babushka's House (Oksana's Grandmother) Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province Republic of Polavia[/color][/h3][/center] The door swung open and the old lady looked up at Silas. She grinned. "Doctor Lipoli, Come to visit Grandma? Time for check up already?" She gave a dry cackle and turned waving Silas inside. He grinned, ever since he got here and took up Babushkas care she's always been a hoot. Arthritis, osteoporosis and other maladies but she still cackled with the best. And wasn't afraid to whack him if he was being stupid. She sat at the table and placed her arm on it. "Come on then. Do your worst." Silas grinned. So began her check up. [Center][h3][color=cyan]Day 1: 18:01:42... Oksana's Babushka's House (Oksana's Grandmother) Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province Republic of Polavia[/color][/h3][/center] Silas is just packing up his kit when Babushka pats his arm, "You stay for dinner yes? Shanka be home soon. Say hi. Oh...maybe them now!" She shuffles to her feet. And goes to answer the door. That's when a whole gaggle of people enter moments later. He stares, looking shocked to see so many people come to visit the old lady. He stands there like a deer in the headlights. Holy...he knows some of these people...at a distance anyway. And thats why he tries to tug his shirt sleeve down over the Reactor undershirt he has on under his tan colored t shirt. Silas coughs "Lots of guests there grandma." He calls, looking st the group. Oh yes he recognizes a few of them. And he recognizes the aftermath of a brawl, and a flight from something. Great. He takes a deep breath and begins to help set out the bowls, "Sure you're gonna have enough Babushka?" The old lady smacks him on the shoulder, "Plenty, sit, make friends. Silas works his jaw the does as hea told looking around at everyone. He chuckled, "So...what happened?" And the explanation is a story. [Center][h3][color=cyan]Day 1: 21:21:42 Babuskha's House (Oksana's Grandmother) Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province Republic of Polavia[/color][/h3][/center] Stepping outside with the group he hikes his medics bag up then turns "Keep up with your medicine." He waves her off as she cackles and raises the glass of whiskey she's sipping. "Yes that too. And if you need anything ask for Jadin At the clinic." He's turning back to the group as they are arming up. "Alright, trust then...the lot of you are going to need a medic sooner or later. I never thought I'd be working with a Bunch of former Reactor again. But well why the hell not?" Reaching into the crate he digs about. And soon finds a workable revolver something that fits his tastes and a decent scatter gun, nothing like the big KS23 he left behind...at the clinic with the remains if his Reactor gear. But he had his Hippocratic Oaths and his big Red Cross Club atleast. On top of his medics bag. He could do his job at least. He slipped the knuckle dusters on, and took a deep breath as he could feel the magic swell, "Emmm thats nice." He mutters to himself mostly.