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[From here]

Well... there's been a draft, and back home it's been snowing pretty heavy. I got stuck in with some friends.

Doctor Law,

I have been informed that you are the one to contact if I wish to offer my services as a surgeon to the clinics in Luceit. Please contact me at your leisure.

Doctor Adele LeBlanc

house 44 leg injury need stitches

when you have time

[From here.

Thursday afternoon, Raine will already be in the tea shop before Law arrives, although she hasn't been served yet. Frankly, she is curious about the invitation, particularly since the tea shop is quite a different atmosphere from the clinic.

At the very least, she is a patient woman.]

[continued from here.

Smart. Nothing form-fitting, like he's seen with some other men/women in similar situations...

Whatever the case, couple minutes past noon, Shikamaru ninjas in on the docks.]

[Not long after their earlier discussion on the network Adele makes her way to house 22, pauses long enough at the door to collect her thoughts, and knocks. Whatever else could be done? Ought to be done. Unless...

Well. There's a thought.]

Doctor Trafalgar Law? If you have a moment to spare, I'd like to speak with you.

[The message comes from Luke's journal, but the voice and picture are...quite different]

[It's 10am sharp when Lupin arrives at the Dome for his appointment, looking no worse for wear than he did the day before. The steadily growing heat of the summer compelled him to all but abandon his usual suit for something lighter, although his retained his snappy fashion sense. He just didn't feel right if he wasn't dressed for a night on the town, and that was one thing he was determined to never change during his stay in Luceti.

The glasses he donned that morning were only a slightly unusual accessory. He wore them less as an actual visual aid and more for the dramatic effect, although this time he was wondering if the lenses would help him retain his focus. Less than a day's practical experience told him that his thinking was probably off, but their presence made him feel like he was trying something on his own, and something that he didn't have to rely on Luke for.

He entered the clinic with the lingering uncertainty that all criminals hold in regards to medical facilities. The last time he entered one for actual need was so long ago that he wasn't even sure if he remembered it. Nonetheless, he adopted his poker face and leaned up against one of the walls to cool his heels. Even as he counted the seconds, wondering if doctor's appointments were like waiting for a tardy college professor, he knew that a one on one conversation was important. After speaking with Shikamaru, it was very important.]

[Gai hates doctors. Hates them with a burning passion, for the simple reason that they remind him of his childhood spent as the equivalent of a human lab rat, being experimented on in an attempt to turn him into the perfect "Adam." But his experience on the most recent draft served as a rude wake-up call to the fact that he was going to need medical assistance here in Luceti, and sooner rather than later. No amount of painkillers or other drugs would be able to keep the symptoms in check forever-- he knows what he needs, but it requires him to swallow his pride and his dislike of doctors and visit the clinic.

It will be pretty obvious that he's there for a reason by the time he finally arrives, as hard as he's trying to hide it. There's not much he can do to disguise how pale he is, nor the fact that he's both sweating and shivering at the same time.]

[It might have seemed as though Itachi had forgotten about Law's birthday, or simply didn't feel like celebrating it in the same way he'd wanted to avoid his own.

This evening, however, the pirate will find the ninja suspiciously absent from the house, with just a note on the kitchen table to lead him.

Written in small, neat letter in the center of the paper are simply the words "The Beach".]

Law. Have you got a moment?

[After some shocking news, there was only one place Katara could think to go. She knocked on Trafalgar's door and hoped that he was home.]

Hi, is this Trafalgar Law? I wanted to speak with you, if you have time.

Edited 2012-11-20 10:46 (UTC)

[Gai showing up at the clinic is nothing out of the ordinary, considering his need for routine transfusions. Usually he's at least somewhat chatty when he arrives, as Law is probably the only person in Luceti he feels comfortable enough to have a real conversation with, but today he's strangely silent, his expression serious. That alone ought to be enough to tip Law off to the fact that something is up...]

[The past several days have been, on the whole, quite chaotic. Things calmed considerably yesterday or the day before, but even then, there was a quiet undertone of unrest floating around. It played a special interference in the atmosphere of the clinic.

When Mia knocks on Law's office door in the afternoon, she tries to bring some sense of calm with her.]

This is not the best idea Zevran has ever had. It is not quite the worst- that's a whole other mess he has no intention of thinking over. But the boat was gorgeous and, he thinks at least, the owner was out. He could just ask.

He should just ask.

Commandeering a ship is not easy with just one elf and this is a terrible idea but lo-sentiment makes an elf stupid. So up he swings onto the deck and to the mooring rope he creeps, as silent as he can manage. It's just for a few hours. He'll be done and back before Law ever returns.

As long as that damn cat doesn't find him. At least this time he has tuna for it.

[The most immediately notable thing when Gai walks into the clinic this morning is the fact that it's a few days before his scheduled transfusion. But that isn't all that's up-- he seems oddly jittery as well, getting up from the chair in the waiting area to pace back and forth repeatedly while he waits for Law. For someone as normally composed as Gai, this is unusual, to say the least.]

[They don't leave the tunnels for close to an hour after making that announcement. Not with the barrage of questions and accusations being hurled at them, all of the things they had to answer for to the other residents of Luceti who had had no idea that any of this had even happened in the first place.

Gai is used to giving briefings and having people simply accept his words without question. It wasn't until Shu came along that he'd ever faced any real opposition to his actions, and even Shu at his worst couldn't possibly compare to what they'd just experienced. It was to be expected, of course. The majority of the people here had never fought in a battle before, much less a sustained war. But that didn't make it any less taxing for Gai, especially after what he'd just gone through back in his world.

His world where he hadn't even supposed to be alive. Right now, he's exhausted and angry and stressed out. This was the very last thing he'd wanted to be doing, but Gai has never been one to shirk his duties, no matter how awful he may be feeling.

Judging from the look on his face, though... this all is affecting him a lot more than he wants to let on.]

Edited 2013-09-23 02:42 (UTC)

[Shu messages Law sometime after this whole thing went down.]

Just who are you and what do you know about Gai?

[That actually sounds more like a threat. Shu doesn't even know Law that well and he's not sure what he's getting into, so that's the stance he's decided to take when approaching this.]

[Happy fucking new year. It's a hell of a start to the new year after a run in and subsequent fight with Revy, influenced by some pesky anger mistletoe. Revy was a very good fighter, a bit faster too, or at least with sharper reflexes. A dirty fighter too, which made Ginia smile a little since she wasn't a clean fighter either.

Interesting woman. Interesting start to the year. A black eye, bruised and bloody knuckles, and bruised ribs. Just like good old times.

Ginia knocked on the door of the Battle Dome clinic for warning, entered, and took a seat on the nearest chair.]

((ooc; List of injuries; black eye on her left eye, bruised ribs on her left side, bruising and scrapes/cuts on her arms and legs.))

Edited 2014-01-02 04:00 (UTC)

[Gai is in an unusually good mood when he comes into the clinic for his transfusion today, despite the mistletoe all around the village. Or perhaps because of it, now that he has someone he actually wants to be kissing.

Either way, he walks in with an actual smile on his face, not his usual smirk. And if Law looks closely, he might notice that there's a ring on the ring finger of his left hand now...]

[Cliff could count the things he knew about Dr. Trafalgar Law on the fingers of a single hand: the man was a doctor, very observant, very efficient, and was someone whom he suspected of having resided in Luceti for more than just a couple of years. He didn't snoop over public entries very often, but the few times he did were times that he could thank the man for a little insight or two. It was amply clear to Cliff that the doctor was someone to be respected...and that was all.

He was operating on a hunch late that afternoon as he passed through the crisp, clean hallways of the Battle Dome, and for once he didn't pass by the simulation chambers to take a peek at the terminals. In his hand he clutched a simple, brown paper lunchbag that was unmarked, but for the wrinkles that helped conceal the contents.

After all, this token was long overdue.

The main office was where he finally stopped. The echoes of his boots on the linoleum had barely started to fade when he rapped on the door.

He didn't expect an answer. It was just a hunch.]

Doctor Law,

You were suggested to me by my brother, Luke Skywalker, to speak to regarding information in the Luceti enclosure. My name is Leia Organa and I would have approached you earlier, but I noticed that you recently lost a good friend. Please accept my most sincere condolences. I know that they may seem hollow in light of the situation, but I offer them to you truly.

If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I'd like to talk to you. Any time you are free, I will gladly meet with you. I am at the Battle Dome three afternoons a week, but I also understand you run the clinic inside. Please let me know if or when there is a good time for you. Thank you very much.

- Leia Organa

Edited (sorry, phone tags) 2014-08-24 02:41 (UTC)

[Sometime around mid-afternoon, Elizabeth pokes her head into the clinic and looks around for Law. She hadn't called ahead, probably because she was a little too embarrassed, but now she's wondering if she's come at a bad time.]

Law? [She walks in, bag over her shoulder.]

[It doesn't take a Jedi to understand the pain and anxiety Law must be feeling right now. It doesn't even take someone particularly perceptive. And that's why Luke seeks him out. He only has a few people left here, and Law is perhaps only a step behind Ami, Leia, and Han on that list. So, with the Force to guide him, he seeks the man's presence. And is unsurprised to feel him out at the beach. Which is where he'll go, a bottle of Alderaanian ale and two glasses in a basket under the crook of his arm.

He's silent when he approaches, taking a seat in the sand at his friend's side. It's not easy to put anything into words, but he feels like he should be here. He needs to be here.

There's a long, quiet moment before he says a word, and that word is just:]

Hey.

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