Plot Practice: Week 34, Medic!

[The Mood is Write]

Everyone loves plotting! Crafting a good story hook, carving out a series of events to deal with conflict, and even simply writing out a story snippet to ignite a reader's imagination are all incredible fun and fabulous ways to start writing new stories, breathe new life into old ones, and otherwise just have a really good time.

As has become habit, I'm going to throw three basic inspirations (in various and sometimes random formats) every Friday, and users are welcome to post their takes, their interpretations, and what they'd do with these bases: they can use one, two, or even all three in one! Writers should feel free to diverge from the posted prompts, as well. They are meant only to bring a spark, not to dictate! Anyone may use the inspiration and prompts however they wish.

This exercise is meant to encourage writers and roleplayers to explore new genres, experiment with unfamiliar themes, and practice and stretch their creativity.

Since the bonus rounds seem to be enjoyable for posters, they're here to stay!

Theme:

1. Doctor + Terminal Patient
2. Not That Kind of Doctor
3. "Can we pause this lively discussion for a few moments to appreciate that I'm wearing body fluids that belong to neither me nor my lover? I think that is incredibly relevant."

Bonus Rounds:

• Name a character Nombom or Fugred and write them like their name isn't ridiculous.
• All medical professionals act uncaring or sadistic, regardless of true feelings.
• Write a doctor in a setting where doctors don't exist for some reason. Never explain why.

 

[Ravenfrost]

Mah goodness, Moody - you've outdone yourself here. This is truly evil.

But I'm not afraid...

::cracks knuckles::

 

[The Mood is Write]

Mah goodness, Moody - you've outdone yourself here. This is truly evil.

But I'm not afraid...

::cracks knuckles::

Can't wait to see what you do. ;)

 

[Ravenfrost]

Quick and dirty before you post your next exercise. Here she blows:

Madam High Chancellor Lisk, an member of the royal branch of the Nomboms, swept into the enormous space terminal, her face calm and pleasant. No one would guess that the woman was really screaming inside. The planet was on the verge of being admitted into the Galactic Collective and THIS had to happen. Years of planning, years of toil and now an act of sabotage jeopardized it all. She needed the bomb removed from the terminal and now!

However, it was forbidden for Nomboms and Fugreds to touch the mind of a Saggi, the rare and elusive degenerates of this planet. Indeed, it would drive them mad. Fortunately, there was an alien passenger in the terminal from the planet Meektost, a Dr. Rain Veejer. The High Chancellor's guards were escorting him or her (or it) to the prisoner at this moment. Surely they would know what to do. It had been over a hundred years since such an act of revolution had rocked their planet.

Madam Lisk stared balefully at the dark-blue Saggi godling floating happily in the containment tank. "Damn all Saggis!" she cursed. She would happily have hunted them all into extinction long ago, if only any of them were capable of being killed. That was the problem with a planet occupied by immortals.

Then Lisk looked around guiltily. For the past century it had been considered a serious breach of etiquette to express your true nature. Thankfully, everyone's eyes had been on the tiny pinkish woman in shorts and a flowered top being marched into the area.

"Dr. Rain Veejer!" a servant announced, bowing their way out backwards, spitting on the floor to show their respect.

Rain Veejer sighed. Due to technical problems, she had been stranded on this terrifying planet between solar system jumps, the last planet any sane person wanted to end up on. She'd kill her travel agent – if she could only live long enough to do so.

Rain mentally ran over the information the protocol robot had given her for these people. She should try to act the opposite of what her feelings or intentions were (given that her feelings were respectful ones).

"Delightful!" cooed Madam Lisk. "I adore visitors." Armed guards tensed at her words.

Rain gulped. "May I say how unhappy I am to meet you? What seems to be the problem?"

Sometimes in a crisis, there was no way around a blunt, dreadfully rude, discussion.

"You're a doctor," smiled Madam Lisk. "I need you to go into this one's (and she waved her hand airily at the Saggi godling who was now doing a languid backstroke) brain and retrieve the bomb planted there before it explodes."

"Into their brain?" gulped Rain.

"Yes, tomorrow or the next day will be fine!" snapped the High Chancellor. "Seeing as how we have reason to believe the bomb is set to go off in the next 10 minutes. Please take your time."

Two guards snapped off the top of the containment chamber and dragged out the sopping wet godling, who apparently was ticklish and giggled uncontrollably, as they strapped him down. Rain was roughly pushed forward towards the prisoner.

"Madam High Chancellor," protested Rain, "I'm doctor of PHILOSPHY. I don't, I mean I can't…"

"Excellent," barked Lisk, as her people forced a brain saw into Rain's soft manicured hands, "proceed!" And five lime-green guards backed away, pointing some kind of huge range weapon at Rain's face. It was obvious her life was on the line.

Rain tried not to tremble or throw up. She knew these "people" were immortal and she couldn't kill them. (And obviously insane.) There were no medical facilities here, no way to stop the bleeding, no drugs. But odds were she wouldn't fatally injure the prisoner. Fine. She'd do it. And be in therapy for the rest of her life.

"Yes, I'd LOVE to saw open this man's brain," Rain screamed at the top of her voice, waving the saw around, on the edge of hysteria and just going with it. "Mwah hah hah, I LOVE causing pain and suffering! The more the better. In fact, I'd love to saw up you and all your delightful friends!"

Summoning up all her courage, Rain approached the dementedly-smiling Saggi immortal, only to feel the room rock with an explosion, before she even touched him, as the top of his head flew off and multi-colored fluids (and something like butterflies) danced through the space terminal. This threw the Nomboms and Fugreds into an utter panic as they cowered under body shields, terrified of contact with the falling substances.

A Saggi reporter with two noses dashed up to Rain as if on cue, adjusting their interplanetary voice prompt and waving to the home audiences on multiple planets.

"Hello, hello," they shouted enthusiastically. "Can we pause this lively discussion for a few moments to appreciate that I'm wearing body fluids that belong to neither me nor my lover? I think that is incredibly relevant to the protest again our planet joining the Galactic Collective."

Rain looked with disgust at the dripping mess that had landed on her arms, while the exploding Saggi calmly began to grow back the top of his skull. This is what happened when you booked travel during the holidays….

 

[The Mood is Write]

Quick and dirty before you post your next exercise. Here she blows:

Madam High Chancellor Lisk, an member of the royal branch of the Nomboms, swept into the enormous space terminal, her face calm and pleasant. No one would guess that the woman was really screaming inside. The planet was on the verge of being admitted into the Galactic Collective and THIS had to happen. Years of planning, years of toil and now an act of sabotage jeopardized it all. She needed the bomb removed from the terminal and now!

However, it was forbidden for Nomboms and Fugreds to touch the mind of a Saggi, the rare and elusive degenerates of this planet. Indeed, it would drive them mad. Fortunately, there was an alien passenger in the terminal from the planet Meektost, a Dr. Rain Veejer. The High Chancellor's guards were escorting him or her (or it) to the prisoner at this moment. Surely they would know what to do. It had been over a hundred years since such an act of revolution had rocked their planet.

Madam Lisk stared balefully at the dark-blue Saggi godling floating happily in the containment tank. "Damn all Saggis!" she cursed. She would happily have hunted them all into extinction long ago, if only any of them were capable of being killed. That was the problem with a planet occupied by immortals.

Then Lisk looked around guiltily. For the past century it had been considered a serious breach of etiquette to express your true nature. Thankfully, everyone's eyes had been on the tiny pinkish woman in shorts and a flowered top being marched into the area.

"Dr. Rain Veejer!" a servant announced, bowing their way out backwards, spitting on the floor to show their respect.

Rain Veejer sighed. Due to technical problems, she had been stranded on this terrifying planet between solar system jumps, the last planet any sane person wanted to end up on. She'd kill her travel agent – if she could only live long enough to do so.

Rain mentally ran over the information the protocol robot had given her for these people. She should try to act the opposite of what her feelings or intentions were (given that her feelings were respectful ones).

"Delightful!" cooed Madam Lisk. "I adore visitors." Armed guards tensed at her words.

Rain gulped. "May I say how unhappy I am to meet you? What seems to be the problem?"

Sometimes in a crisis, there was no way around a blunt, dreadfully rude, discussion.

"You're a doctor," smiled Madam Lisk. "I need you to go into this one's (and she waved her hand airily at the Saggi godling who was now doing a languid backstroke) brain and retrieve the bomb planted there before it explodes."

"Into their brain?" gulped Rain.

"Yes, tomorrow or the next day will be fine!" snapped the High Chancellor. "Seeing as how we have reason to believe the bomb is set to go off in the next 10 minutes. Please take your time."

Two guards snapped off the top of the containment chamber and dragged out the sopping wet godling, who apparently was ticklish and giggled uncontrollably, as they strapped him down. Rain was roughly pushed forward towards the prisoner.

"Madam High Chancellor," protested Rain, "I'm doctor of PHILOSPHY. I don't, I mean I can't…"

"Excellent," barked Lisk, as her people forced a brain saw into Rain's soft manicured hands, "proceed!" And five lime-green guards backed away, pointing some kind of huge range weapon at Rain's face. It was obvious her life was on the line.

Rain tried not to tremble or throw up. She knew these "people" were immortal and she couldn't kill them. (And obviously insane.) There were no medical facilities here, no way to stop the bleeding, no drugs. But odds were she wouldn't fatally injure the prisoner. Fine. She'd do it. And be in therapy for the rest of her life.

"Yes, I'd LOVE to saw open this man's brain," Rain screamed at the top of her voice, waving the saw around, on the edge of hysteria and just going with it. "Mwah hah hah, I LOVE causing pain and suffering! The more the better. In fact, I'd love to saw up you and all your delightful friends!"

Summoning up all her courage, Rain approached the dementedly-smiling Saggi immortal, only to feel the room rock with an explosion, before she even touched him, as the top of his head flew off and multi-colored fluids (and something like butterflies) danced through the space terminal. This threw the Nomboms and Fugreds into an utter panic as they cowered under body shields, terrified of contact with the falling substances.

A Saggi reporter with two noses dashed up to Rain as if on cue, adjusting their interplanetary voice prompt and waving to the home audiences on multiple planets.

"Hello, hello," they shouted enthusiastically. "Can we pause this lively discussion for a few moments to appreciate that I'm wearing body fluids that belong to neither me nor my lover? I think that is incredibly relevant to the protest again our planet joining the Galactic Collective."

Rain looked with disgust at the dripping mess that had landed on her arms, while the exploding Saggi calmly began to grow back the top of his skull. This is what happened when you booked travel during the holidays….

You always find new ways to make me smile! This is beautiful!

 

[Ravenfrost]

Thank you! I'm very happy I could could give you a grin!