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[limbical]

I'd like to keep this as efficient as possible, so I don't plan on talking your ear off.

Call me Daan. I'm a doctor. That should about cover all you need to know about me.

So, first question: is there already a clinic arranged by someone here? Have there been any injuries on top of there being a willing killer out there? Illnesses or whatever else. I can probably help you, even a little.

Second question: who has been here since the start of this whole mess of being trapped in a part of this city? Ideally, I'd like someone who can be informative, but I'm not overly picky.

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[limbical]

Hopefully I won't need to call upon your services for your sake. But I'll keep it in mind.

Interesting. Space travel is a far off bit of imagination for people where I'm from. I suppose there's some mild talk about it, but... hm. I can't imagine it going well for my world.

Not that our planet is paradise, either.

[braidedwonder]

For my sake? Interesting.

Why do you think it wouldn’t go well? I haven’t met anyone since I showed up that’s also been to space other than maybe one. Kinda bizarre to realize when you grew up with the horizon rolling upward, pinned at the back side of the moon.

I just don’t like weather and birds, to be honest. Low gravity is also pretty great.

[limbical]

Unless you want to help with the sick and injured? [He sounds amused for a moment.

But talk of space makes that vanish.]

It's a matter that, evidently, only affects my world. There aren't charitable beings waiting in the heavens, especially not the Moon.

[braidedwonder]

I don’t really mind but no one should expect me to baby them.

The Moon? Really?

Interesting. The colony I’m from sits outside of the Moon’s orbit behind Earth, so I guess the Moon is kinda special for us. There’s nothing quite like the Moon from space, after all. Maybe not as colorful as Earth but it just weirdly feels like home.

[limbical]

Let's see how long you keep that positive outlook.

[He sighs heavily.] Look, good for you, but just take my fucking word for it. Where I'm from, it's something to be wary of.

[braidedwonder]

Don't worry, knowing me it won't last all that long.

I'm in no way lookin' to go to your violent-alien-infested world, so don't worry about it. I guess if we find any of them while terraforming Mars or the Moon we're just gonna have to halt mobile suit decommissioning for that purpose.

[limbical]

They aren't aliens.

The hell is a mobile suit?

[braidedwonder]

So it's other humans making sure people stay off of the Moon? Even better.

I guess if you want the simple terms it's a large robot designed for someone to pilot and fight inside of. They come in lots of different shapes and sizes and names, as well. Choose your favorite usage type of deal.

[limbical]

No. It's the Old Gods.

...Hm. Sounds like something out of a science fiction movie or novel. But I believe you.

[braidedwonder]

Well hell. Better than just reading about the fake one in the good book I guess.

Yeah, there's a lot of people here that have said the same. Don't worry, though, all anyone's missing out on is more war machines, though I would feel better if I could somehow get my hands on my suit.

I doubt that'll happen, though.

[limbical]

I'd rather people just lived on the Moon, personally.

I'm not particularly eager to see the new and creative ways that people can kill each other, no. But I suppose one in this situation would make you feel safer, wouldn't it? Not unlike holding a gun.

[braidedwonder]

Terraforming's no joke, but. I liked it well enough while we were on moonbase.

A gun would be a great step, too. But a sky-scraper-sized mobile suit is really my preference.