[OPEN] I've got ideas, but it's nothing I picked up at school

[misdirection_hex]

WHO: Vandelin and anyone else!
WHAT: Concussions. (Among other things.)
WHEN: Any time during the month.
WHERE: The library and the clinic.
NOTES: Always happy to add another starter!

1. Library

There's very little that Vandelin actually misses about the Circle, and still less that he would ever admit to missing--but the one thing he'd appreciate having back, even if he'd never cop to it, is a library that accommodates short people well. Perhaps Hasmal's library had been designed by an elven mage, or perhaps its low shelves and abundant stepladders were simply coincidental conveniences, but he'd never had any trouble reaching a book he wanted back there.

Well, there's nothing for it. He's not about to just ask someone for help. Checking carefully to make sure nobody's watching, he places a chair in front of the shelf, stacks a couple thick textbooks on top of it, and gets climbing.

2. Clinic

The chair had looked stable. Vandelin will maintain until his dying day that his makeshift stepladder had been a perfectly decent idea while it lasted. He has, in fact, been insisting this all the way to the clinic, with slightly slurred words, to the annoyance of the guy who's taken it upon himself to escort the poor concussed elf there so that he isn't wandering aimlessly around Darktown with a huge target on his back.

The walk has at least done him a bit of good, and he is slightly more lucid when he makes his way through the door, off-balance and bruised and leaning on his staff. "Is there a...wait, or can I just see a healer?"

3. Wildcard

Surprise me!

Comments

[misdirection_hex]

"I can wait, if there's...a wait," he says, motioning to the entirely nonexistent queue. Eventually, it registers that there is indeed no excuse for him to procrastinate any further on getting himself examined, and he makes for the indicated table, trying not to look as dizzy or banged-up as he feels.

"All I did was smack my head on the corner of a bookcase. More like a tap. It's practically nothing."

The fact that falling off a makeshift stepladder, smashing one's head on a shelf from the height of said ladder, and having half the heavy contents of the neighboring shelf rain down on top of him for good measure counts as 'practically nothing' might be a further symptom of Vandelin's head injury, but honestly, he'd be arguing the same thing whether he was concussed or not.

[el_tybs]

To be fair there were other people around, but most were family waiting on a loved one already being looked at, or waiting for a particular healer. No emergencies or anyone waiting on Sam at this moment, so he was all yours, sir.

"Practically nothing, hm?" Not the first time he's heard that before. He already has a feeling it was more then 'a tap', but anything to have the elf talk, listening and watching for just how bad the injury actually was. "How big of a book shelf are you talking about, Mr. -?"