♠ hated by @resuscitativeNightingale
🧹🧽 <#medchittr help. lost grub. wants drugs. #substance mention.
꧁#nsfw꧂ ꧁#bulgerating꧂ ꧁#purpleblood꧂ ꧁#scent꧂ ꧁#taste꧂ ꧁#medchittr꧂ ꧁@custodialFabrication꧂ ꧁Let me know how accurate my reading is. This is my full #nsfw description of Cleans Floors' bulge.꧂ ꧁Uhm. Okay. So. I need to be careful with this one, because Cleans Floors is not actually a simple custodial technician. That is the current title. That is the cover. That is the mop bucket sitting in front of a locked door. I promise not to unlock that door, though. It's not up to me to police his life.꧂ ꧁I am trying to remain objective.꧂ ꧁That is harder when the subject is a purpleblood who has deliberately reduced himself into something meager.꧂ ꧁Anyway.꧂ ꧁Ｓｔａｔｓ꧂ ꧁Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ： 7꧂ ꧁Purpleblood force, older-body endurance, and the kind of practical grip that comes from tools, valves, machines, mop handles. He is well experienced.꧂ ꧁Ｐｌｉａｂｉｌｉｔｙ： 4꧂ ꧁Not especially yielding. Stubborn. Dense. Cooperative only when approached correctly.꧂ ꧁Ｌｅｎｇｔｈ： 6꧂ ꧁Above average, but not theatrical. ꧂ ꧁Ｇｉｒｔｈ： 7꧂ ꧁The main feature. Thickest through the base and middle, broad enough to make the read immediately practical.꧂ ꧁Ｘ－Ｆａｃｔｏｒ： 8꧂ ꧁Something is strange about it. A weak sense of Chucklevoodoos. And, it kind of makes me... Forget things.꧂ ꧁Ａｔｔｒｉｂｕｔｅｓ꧂ ꧁Ｓｃｅｎｔ：꧂ ꧁Floor wax, old disinfectant, fried cluckbeast, cheap barcade beer, hot cabinet dust, machine oil, purple musk, and that cold bleach smell.꧂ ꧁Ｔａｓｔｅ：꧂ ꧁Salt. Peppered grease. Purple mineral. Bitter cleaner. Old smoke from a shabby coat. It is filling in taste...꧂ ꧁Ｔｅｘｔｕｒｅ：꧂ ꧁Firm. Smooth at the head, heavier and more stubborn down the shaft, with a low underside ridge that feels structural. Not plush. Not pretty. Useful. Durable. ꧂ ꧁Ｓｅｃｒｅｔｉｏｎｓ：꧂ ꧁Clear at first, then faint purple-gray. Slick, but restrained. Viscosity increases with pressure rather than praise. Not messy unless pushed. Once pushed, difficult to stop.꧂ ꧁Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ：꧂ ꧁Heavy-medium. I would estimate 2.8 pounds fully worked up. The weight sits low. More bucket than banner.꧂ ꧁Ｘ－Ｆａｃｔｏｒ Ｅｘｐｌａｉｎｅｄ꧂ ꧁ ꧂ ꧁Cleans Floors has a containment bulge. The chucklevoodoos are reduced, but the residue is still there. Not active performance. Not a full purpleblood glamour. Not a ringmaster's lure. More like pressure left in a room after the music stopped. The organ carries that same pressure. It does not charm. It does not sparkle. It does not call attention to itself.꧂ ꧁It waits. It's almost predatory...꧂ ꧁Dense. Old. Almost ritual. The shaft is not excessively long, but the girth gives it authority, especially when paired with the way his body seems unwilling to waste motion. I do not recommend it for the playful, or the romantic. Strictly business.꧂
🧹🧽 <convenient excuse.
You gotTtTa have Ffun sometTimes tThough!
🧹🧽 <double post. weird ass.
🧹🧽 <his orders. you think. i'm lying? send texts.
🧹🧽 <can't ma'am. exterminaturist coming. his orders.
🧹🧽 <threatening who? not me. ten reasons.
🧹🧽 <you offering? ten reasons?
🧹🧽 <also squeakbeasts. a lot. of squeakbeasts.
🧹🧽 <#medchittr locking ward. west ward. good luck.
WELL, SHIT. MAYBE I SHOULD GIVE IT A… SHOT. HAR HAR.
I’VE TAKEN TO STUDYING SUBJECTS OF WHICH I’M UNFAMILIAR IN AN ATTEMPT TO NO LONGER EAT MY WORDS WHEN I SAY I’M SMARTER THAN ALL OF YOU SOPPING WET SHITBAGS WITH A HOWLING WIND PASSING BETWEEN YOUR AURALDUCTS WHERE YOUR SPONGES SHOULD BE. FIRST UP: BEFORAN MEDICULL PRACTICE. DOES THIS COUNT AS #MEDICULLCHITTR? AM I GOING TO BE A HOT NURSE WITH HORRIBLE BEDSIDE MANNER?
@resuscitativeNightingale〜〜〜〜
You could not be any worse than our current nurses.〜〜
tTranslllatTion: "i hatTe Ffun"
wellllll congratTs tTheY lllook lllike a plllatTe oFf eXXXotTic cheese now.
mY hungrY ass coullldntT tTake care oFf grubs. sllluuurp down tTheY go
i’m sx hungry i cxuld fuck up this whxle tray. - xx
let’s mix bleach and rubbing alcxhxl txgether. (っˣཀˣ)っ - xx #fxrliabilityreasxns. #thisisajxke. #dxnxtdxthis. #txxicsubstances. #substance. #itschlxrxfxrm. #anesthesixlxgyhumxr. #medchittr. - xx
i’m nxt barenxxking these are yxu crazy. there’s briefs under here. dxn’t be grxss. - xx #nsfw #yuck. - xx
🧹🧽 <poor nurse.
🧹🧽 <praise kink? no thanks. #nsfw #gross new mop. cleaner floors.
🧹🧽 <new mop. left old. in office. don't know. don't care. #medchittr
🧹🧽 <not mine.
✧જ⁀ Is mayonnaise one of their instruments?! =͟͟͞͞ ⚾︎
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If They Absolutely Must Do It, The Items Should Be Whimsical. Suggest That They Leave A Horn Or Confetti Inside Of The Patient Instead. #sympathetic
okay 7hank you for 9¡v¡n9 me ¡dea$ ¡!! be on my way now
I can no longer drink coffee, ♱hanks ♱o ♱he deeds of ♱ha♱ das♱ardly jani♱or. Every cup, every sip, I would simply wonder. OmO
^! Yes! You unders♱and en♱irely! If you can no♱ endure ♱he hardships of ♱he ♱roll body, ♱hen ♱here is no♱hing I could have done for ♱he pa♱ien♱ regardless. Maybe ge♱ be♱♱er a♱ absorbing s♱ainless s♱eel, fools.
Pa♱ien♱s ♱hese days can'♱ handle a bi♱ of me♱al in ♱heir bodies. I♱ is infuria♱ing. Oh noo, your hungersack has a pair of forceps lodged agains♱ i♱. Lol. Grow up.
🧹🧽 <facility policy. not mine. submit ticket. to complain.
🧹🧽 <whoever reports. assumed fault.
🧹🧽 <coming out. of paygrub. send complaints. through tickets.
can i havw intimatw timw with your mouth nurthiw
hwy i didnt gwt an invitw for thw twwth pulling party
hwy can you invitw mw
hwy arw you pulling twwth ovwr hwrw
thhw thayth you thhould thwlf harm in othwr wayth bwcauthw your twwth arw innocwnt angwlth
oh ywah tho thhw hath told mw to twll you to fuck off and altho your withdom twwth lookwd bad latht chwckup vwry unprofwththional
Good girl. You are very compe♱en♱ when you ♱ry hard.
thwnt mama hivw with my latht patiwnt of thw day i hopw thhw watth wwll •ᴗ•𐦍
Nurse. More suc♱ion please. I canno♱ see ♱he fil♱ersack wi♱h all ♱his blood in ♱he way.
Shu♱ up. I♱ is no♱. I have never done ♱ha♱ even once. And if I did, i♱ was only a couple ♱imes.
i fail to thww how thith ith rwlwvant to your rwport mithth varana
༒︎he books never do a real body jus♱ice. ༒︎he illus♱ra♱ions are always so very uniform and uninspired. Real bodies are so much more brea♱h♱aking. Every ♱roll is differen♱, from ♱he inside ♱o ♱he ou♱side. And ye♱ wi♱h every incision, I find ♱heir carapace, course and ragged, ca♱ching agains♱ my blade, playfully ♱rying ♱o snag ♱he ♱ool from my hands. A pool of vivid blood beads a♱ ♱he en♱rance, and all I can do is s♱are a♱ i♱ in a ♱rance un♱il ♱he incompe♱en♱ nurse finally swipes ♱he puddle away. And finally, I can probe deeper. Various shades of ♱heir color s♱reak across ♱heir mea♱, marbled wi♱h fa♱ and sinew and muscle, displaying a beau♱iful swirling mess of ♱heir own hue. Some♱imes I ♱hink I would forge♱ ♱he ♱roll's na♱ural shade, if i♱ weren'♱ for ♱he na♱ural color leaking from ♱heir veins. ༒︎he innards pulse under my blade, wai♱ing ♱o mee♱ ♱he ♱ip of my scalpel like an old friend... Bu♱ ♱hey mus♱ wai♱ ♱heir ♱urn. ༒︎he mea♱ is no♱ of♱en my objec♱ive. No, benea♱h ♱he surface layers is where ♱he mos♱ s♱unning spec♱acle lies. ༒︎he en♱ire life of a ♱roll. ༒︎heir ins♱inc♱, ♱heir blood, ♱heir was♱e, all con♱ained in a handful of lovely, incognizan♱ sacks of fluid and flesh. Well-oiled gears and conveyors nes♱led ♱oge♱her in ♱he world's mos♱ efficien♱ machine. Working ♱oge♱her, hand in pulpy hand, ♱o ensure your survival. Like a rainbow of collabora♱ion inside every living being. A brigh♱, malfunc♱ioning ligh♱ suddenly ca♱ches my a♱♱en♱ion. My blade dances a♱ ♱he source. Dissonance in ♱he melody. I♱ ♱hrobs harshly agains♱ i♱s companions, disrup♱ing a careful, billion-sweeps long harmony. And oh, how *spec♱acular* a display. How very ♱rollish, so very habi♱ual. Perfec♱ion simply canno♱ be achieved in a living being-- even wi♱hin your own body. I♱ really is a shame ♱ha♱ I have ♱o remove i♱. I wish I could le♱ i♱ fes♱er. I wan♱ ♱o wa♱ch in real ♱ime as i♱ corrup♱s ♱he res♱ of ♱he body ♱urns ♱he sys♱em in♱o a wil♱ed pile of de♱ri♱us. I wan♱ ♱o see wha♱ happens ♱o ♱he machine when ♱he ligh♱s ♱urn off. Unfor♱una♱ely, I am bound by my con♱rac♱ and my vow. And I mus♱ ex♱rac♱ ♱he mas♱erpiece a♱ once. S♱ill, even in i♱s resis♱ance i♱ shows i♱s beau♱y. I♱ clings ♱o i♱s hos♱ despera♱ely. I♱ s♱ill longs for life, even in i♱s de♱eriora♱ed s♱a♱e. I♱ cries i♱'s farewell ♱o i♱s friends, and ♱he body weeps in ♱urn, knowing ♱ha♱ i♱ will never be ♱he same. ... I may have gone off ♱opic a li♱♱le bi♱. Bu♱ my poin♱ s♱ill s♱ands. ༒︎hey do no♱ cap♱ure ♱he alluremen♱ of flesh well enough in ana♱omy books.
you want to bw gummy boy you want all gummy and i will not givw you dwnturwth
im not wmploywd by your hothpital im contractwd and my contract thayth i go through my hr dwpartmwnt (mw) jutht ath a rwmindwr if i (cavity) wngagw in poor bwhavior plwathw rwport it to hr (mw, cavity)
I♱ was a joke. You never could ♱ake a joke. Nurses should have be♱♱er humor ♱han ♱ha♱. For ♱heir bedside manner. Or some♱hing.
You are ♱emp♱ing me. Perhaps we can ♱ag ♱eam him. Lure him behind ♱he facili♱y. ༒︎ha♱ way i♱ will no♱ be on work grounds. And Humane Resources will forgive my ♱ransgressions.
Oh. You sound so very concerned abou♱ your no♱-moirail. How s♱range.
S♱op. ༒︎ha♱ is no♱ ♱rue. I fill ou♱ a normal amoun♱ of inciden♱ repor♱s. You are lying abou♱ me on ♱he in♱erne♱.
I would very much like ♱o. Bu♱ I am on ♱hin ice for a♱♱emp♱ing ♱o s♱ab ♱he nurse ♱ha♱ follows mophead around. Humane Resources does no♱ wan♱ me s♱abbing my coworkers anymore. Even if ♱hey are barely my coworkers. ༒︎his is wha♱ you call "discrimina♱ion", I ♱hink.
you thhould thtab him rwal good and hard WATCH THW TWWTH dont hurt thw twwth
༒︎ha♱ is no♱ my job. You are lying. Why would you lie ♱o your coworkers like ♱his. You are a ♱errible ♱errible ♱roll
xXxXxXx NX. xXxXxXx - xx
Mmmmng. . .ㅤ@threatenTensely I saw you fall. . . (That one timmme). . . Mmmng I saw.ㅤ. .
yxu’re nxt fucking with me brx? i shxuld cull myself. - xx #cw-self-harm #hxstilewxrkplace #neutralwxrkplace #damnedbyfaintpraise #ithxughtwewerechill. - xx
I highly doub♱ ♱his. I will refer you ♱o ♱he commen♱ you made jus♱ before ♱his as proof.
OmO i ♱hink ♱ha♱s ei♱her ♱he same ♱hing. or worse.
I did no♱. Please refer ♱o ♱he above pos♱ for proof.
You are mean. Humane Resources will be ♱he ba♱♱leground in which we wage our war.
Who ever could ♱his pos♱ be abou♱. ÒmÓ
Shu♱ up. ༒︎he pa♱ien♱s love my silk. I♱ is sof♱. And homemade. And i♱ slides ou♱ so very easily when i♱ is ♱ime for ♱he s♱i♱ches ♱o be removed.
༒︎hen ac♱ like i♱. And he has been on "break" for an hour and a half.
He is defending you. Like a mushy moirail. Ins♱ead of doing his job.
Maybe I will. I will wrap ♱hem in my silk. And I will bind ♱hem nice and ♱igh♱. And I will pu♱ you ou♱ of your job.
Ew. Do no♱ even sugges♱ ♱ha♱. You are making me physically ill.
Can we see your PDA license. Go pro♱ec♱ your diamond off ♱he clock.
OmO Shu♱ up. I am perfec♱ adequa♱e a♱ my job. #selfaffirma♱ions
ÒmÓ I am calling Humane Resources.
I would never gasligh♱ anyone. ༒︎ha♱ is ex♱remely unprofessional. And I do no♱ care abou♱ your s♱a♱us wi♱h emo boy. Leave me ou♱ of i♱. And s♱op following me around and looking for code viola♱ions. You are making me nervous. I canno♱ do my job if I am nervous.
I♱ is being followed. You are paranoid and ♱arge♱ing me because you are upse♱ ♱ha♱ your ♱oy is ignoring you. Go pap your emo.
༒︎he OR did no♱ ge♱ cleaned las♱ nigh♱. ༒︎his is no♱ my job. ༒︎herefore I will be performing ♱oday's surgery a♱op a pool of dried blood. Sorry ♱o my upcoming pa♱ien♱s for ♱he blood diseases. #blooddisease #vaguepos♱
OmO ༒︎here mus♱ be a gas leak or some♱hing.
🧹🧽 <i bet. frequent issue. #nsfw #suggestive i know. you two.
🧹🧽 <can't type? illiterate nurse. ten reasons.
the icee was delicixus if yxu even care. i spilled mxst xf it thxugh. cleanup in the cxma ward. #xxps. - xx
ᥴꪮꪊꪶᦔ ꪗꪮꪊ ♱ꪊ᥅ꪀ ꪗꪮꪊ᥅ ᥅ꪖᦔ꠸ꪮ ꪮꪀ ρꪶꫀꪖᦓꫀ. ꠸ ᥅ꫀꪇꪊ꠸᥅ꫀ ꪗꪮꪊ᥅... ꪖᦓᦓ꠸ᦓ♱ꪖꪀᥴꫀ ꠸ꪀ ♱ꫝꫀ ꪮ᥅.
hxw many bxdies is a manual bxwel disimpactixn. #medchittr #cullchittr #yuck. - xx
＼(=^‥^)// < ME-WOW!!! HOW DO YOU F33L ABOUT #PAWPLAY? BECLAWS IF YOU'RE K33N, I'LL GIVE YOU SOME CAT SCRATCH FEVER FOR THE ROAD NEXT TIME INSTEAD!!! #ANTI-MAXXING #INOCULATION #IMMEWNITY-BREAKING └(=^‥^=)┐ ┌(=^‥^=)┘ └(=^‥^=)┐
I am often called upon by those in the know (or those who are acquaintances with those in the know who do not value their friend's time nearly as much as they should) to read fortunes. Speak a prophecy, divine the future, read a fortune. While a Seer is a touch more literal than some other classes, it is still not entirely accurate to describe what I do as "seeing the future". I understand Light. Information, fortune, agency, what is known. The connection between knowledge and agency may seem tenuous at first blush. I find using a spotlight as metaphor works well for others. All of life (lowercase L life, not uppercase l Life) is a stage, upon which we are all cast and crew. Not all performers. In the darkness anything could be happening and what IS can shift. Those garbed in black move about props without the audience noticing, not necessarily because they are invisible in the darkness, but they are below notice; they might use this power to rearrange the set or deliver a blade to a performer. These crew members are seen as lesser, as subservient, but they are vital to the workings of the show. If so inclined they can be deadly in surprise, such as the inspiration of the modern ninja. Meanwhile, in the spotlight, the cast acts. Through acting, they reveal information. They are known. They are free to do as they will and exert said will to push the story forward. They romp about the furniture and swing blades at each other. The Light reveals not only the what, but for whom the what matters. The crew follows directions, the cast interprets the script. Subservience, agency. So where does fortune come into play? Through three manners, of course; good things do come in threes, as well as bad things, and wishes, and those with very low standards. Most flatteringly, one could interpret it as making one's own luck. With agency comes action, the ability to take advantage of opportunity. You'll never find that lucky penny, that visage of Ol Honest Abe looking up at you, a twinkle in his eye and a song in his heart, if you never venture out into the sun. Going outside does not guarantee you will find him and be able to imagine running your fingers through that beard, becoming swashbucklers, back to back with each other as you fight off the greys with their laser pistols and anal probes with your magical blades of twin fire and ice magic, but you might. Confirmation bias thus paints the latter as "fortunate". Second, the show must go on. Plot armor. It would be a boring, if avante garde, play in which the protagonist falls to the first threat she faces. Contrivance will find a way to make the swinging sword narrowly miss, for rescue to arrive in the nick of time, for the villain's gun to misfire. What happens in the dark is of no consequence, as the audience does not bear witness. But under the spotlight the hero must carry on. Finally, and a bit similar to the second point, the plot must move forward. Nothing need happen backstage, though nothing often happens regardless, but under scrutiny in the light, events must happen. Circumstances must come together exactly as they must for the protagonist, antagonist, or polygamist to achieve their goals. Disbelief is suspended as coincidence brings people together and sends them on their merry way. It *was* rather fortunate that the sword in the stone was there at all for Arthur, was it not? This form of fortune is the least flattering for any would-be braggart seeing as it turns her into the universe's plaything. If you've managed to keep in mind the initial topic through a handful of paragraphs, I applaud you for your above average reading level for a Chittrian. We ask: What does this all mean for our favorite Seer of Light? When someone asks for a reading, what do they get out of me (besides a roll of the eyes)? Imagine me seated in the audience. I watch a show. I understand what has happened. I take in what is presented. Another show. Further understanding. Another. Another. Another. I begin to see patterns, I can predict story beats, then I can predict acting choices, facial expressions, flubs, everything. Less romantically, I have a gift for taking in data then extrapolating what may happen through the laws of physics. The link to fortune enables me even to anticipate the quantum. It is then up to me to communicate this to my peers. I share with them the causal links, I warn against traps (literal, rhetorical, or if they cannot reclaim), and I use my agency to nudge fortune towards the favor of me and my allies. So no, I am not a "fortune teller". I tell you how fortune may be best approached. An Heir encourages change in and through his aspect, a Witch actively deals in and through her aspect, a Knight wields his aspect as his blade, and a Seer guides a blade. #ClasspectAnalysis #LightTalk #HeavyDiscussion #Violence #NinjaMention #AbrahamLustoln #AnalProbing #PlotContrivances #QuantumPhysics #ABraveHunter #UnderOrdersFromTheLocalSpencers #TakesHerHorseAndHuntingDog #SheFindsHerQuarry #SheMinesSomeDiamonds #ToMakeADiamondBladeWith #SheFindsHerPrey #SheRunsItDown #SheRunsTheGagIntoTheGround #TagMisuse
The Brain Surgery Trap. I know very little about you, admittedly. However, our sole point of contact has established two useful facts: you possess medical training, and you become considerably less confident when someone places a clock in front of you. I think you survive. I think the recording of you realizing what you have to do would be fascinating, don't you? -Medical
yxu're such a pushxver. - xx
HEE HEE. #SUGGESTIVE.
i can make yuo a sammich if you don't try and cull meh ^_^
do you take hi\/e \/isits? ^_^
are any of your quadrants filled doctor are you looking to fix a beautiful woman tolight Z:)
WERE YOU BEING A FUCKING BITCH AT THE TIME. 0_0
daddy I'm scared...
dxn’t wxrry abxut it kitx. - xx
｢*megane fires his laser*｣ ｢*it... burns off all of kangofu-chan's uniform but not her underwear!*｣ [TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: warning! (ФωФ) this post contains #nsfw content! dead hato inside!]
D --> I assure you D --> I have taken bigger
｢itadakimasu, paku-ai! (∩´∀｀)∩ eat up and get strong, these furaidopoteto aren't going to get nommed without kyu!｣ ｢ah? eto? (*￣ー￣) you don't recognize who the wittle wiggles is?｣ ｢nyaha! (*＞∇＜)ﾉ keen eye, audience-chan! that's kyogie, megane and ai-chan's wiggler, of course. ＼(^_^)／｣ ｢....｣ ｢keh, okie. (;￣ー￣) so she isn't real. yare yare, who cares? megane likes to play pretend sometimes.｣ [TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: itadakimasu (we are truly blessed for this meal!), tonight we're eating furaidopoteto! this is an ancient east alternian food, cultivated high in the mountains and shared with all residences! (´ε ｀ ) keke, the name literally means fried root orb, don't you know?]
guy cxmes in tx drxp xff his mxirail. apparently txxk sxme shady #substance and nxw he wxn't shut up that his chitin's full xf wxrms. delusixnal parasitxsis nx big deal. seen it a thxusand times. usually clears up when yxu pass the recreatixnal txxins but xbvixusly he dxesn't believe us because he's xff his nug. sx we chuck him sxme sedatives sx he can sleep it xff. and yxu'll never believe what happened next. #yup. #wxrms. - xx
yxur xrgans wxuld shut dxwn xn the spxt if yxu ever failed tx inject yxurself a cxnflict unfxlding in yxur field xf view. - xx #imgxxd. - xx
I'M DEAD. I NEED MOUTH TO MOUTH. OR NOOK TO MOUTH. OR BULGE TO MOUTH. OR NOOK TO NOOK. OR NOOK TO BULGE. OR BULGE TO CHUTE.
#FREERESPAWNS ARE THE BEST PERK. OR MAYBE THE COMPANY CULTURE. #THEFELT. #WORKPOSTING. #APPLYNOW.
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