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[kittycaterer]

[ This isn't his first rodeo with social media, or he supposes... Something as close to it. Would this be considered social media if it's within a closed network? Noctis supposes it doesn't matter. This is his first shot, this is his means of feeling this place out. ]

I need a wheelchair.

Not for me... It's for a friend. I know there's a clinic, but I'd rather reach out and make sure I'm not signing myself up for the third degree when I try and claim one.

If someone could point me in the right direction of who I need to talk to or whether or not I just take it, let me know.

Ah.

Thanks. To whoever's reading.

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[dedikated]

We can probably scavenge one up.

( Although, with Faith's post, that's probably unnecessary. Still. It's probably not a bad idea to talk to Ronan about that... um, "scavenging". )

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[kittycaterer]

It'd be good to at least have one as backup in case support falls through.
Thanks. Not exactly familiar with the area yet.

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[dedikated]

If Faith's on her way, you'll be fine.
I'd say it makes the staff earn their paycheques, but we don't have an economy.

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[kittycaterer]

Looks like.
So how exactly is everything run here? Just based on what we can find? Seems pretty abysmal.

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[dedikated]

What we find. What we convince the gods to make.
It's shit, but we've managed so far.