Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200714201818/@comment-29038468-20200801045203

The infirmary held recruits that had suffered training accidents or more serious injuries while scouting. A few soldiers were attending to their needs, but the head seemed to be a Gyoubu-Danuki. A white coat hung open over her small shoulders while she wrote down things onto her clipboard. She looked at Johnathan. "Oh good, you're awake. I need you to fill out this form saying that your injuries are what I stated in the official report." She says handing him a paper and pencil.

The guards all smile and start the next round: Four, six and nine in order. They wait for Beatrice.

Gwendolyn and Tiff stop arguing when Samuel shouts. "All I'm saying is, a focusing crystal would be better suited to help me than your metal madness." Tiff mutters. "Choke on it." Gwendolyn mutters in reply. ORDER walks in and apologizes as she brushes past Samuel. Sal sighs. "Sorry about those two, what do you need?" She asks.