[ Time is irrelevant during outbreaks. Which might be why Sawbones sounds extra cranky. ]
A full, well staffed clinic with a decent budget might be a nice start. Failing that, if you can find half a dozen jars of honey, that would be immediately helpful. I can't say I care the providence by which one came by them.
[ She's not not saying that Iris should steal, but like... ]
[Chantry robes or not Chantry robes? Easily recognised but hard to argue with that edge of authority right?]
Haven't we enough nobility here to go hat in hand to their families to help fill the coffers? They might as well make themselves useful before the crisis. [Anyway, there's rustling, paper in hand yes she's making a little list to be official about it all.] Honey first, what else? If I'm going then I'll make proper trip of it.
Sister? This is Bastien. I have a question for you. But it is very silly and it can absolutely wait until later if you are busy. Honestly, it could wait forever.
If it's anything to do with sex, most of our apothecary supplies are being used for Grippe treatment currently. I can recommend you someone in Lowtown who should have something for what ails you.
[ He huffs—a sound that would be a laugh, but muted by decorum and all of that. ]
No, no, it is not... Well, I suppose it could be a little bit about sex, but not any that I am having myself. It is just that I heard a story once about two dwarves who tangled their beards together while they were kissing, and I was wondering if you knew if that sort of thing ever actually happened.
Well, that's to be expected I suppose. I've already made a few arrangements for him, but have your notes sent to me quick as you can.
The Provost has me confined to the island with a few of my Kirkwall patients. I've made arrangements with another healer to take my other load, but if you could stop in as well, the Kirkwall healers might be less inclined to strangle me when I finish here.
That may be surprising: The Gallows are small, the Infirmary smaller. Half a dozen filter through its halls with any regularity, another six by their own whims. It may surprise, but it oughtn't. In Kirkwall, Isaac takes only the latest shifts; outside, he takes the field —
That, more often than he'd like.
"Sister," Nights are good, because nights are easy, and isn't everyone grateful for a little relief? But he isn't working nights now. He's working all the damn time, and it stretches the hook of what's meant to be charm. "May I ask your opinion?"
Isaac pulls a chair beside whatever surface she's been temporarily corralled to. It isn't that the smile doesn't reach his eyes, it's just that his eyes are limned dark, look today a little nearer their age.
They've hardly met, but Sawbones is aware of him. Not in any sharp or watchful way as the Chantry might prefer her to be around a former Circle Enchanter, but as one who has identified a colleague and therefore trusts them to conduct their business accordingly.
Not that anyone has afforded her that courtesy since she also contracted the grippe. She understands it in the abstract and fills in the gaps in the ward, frequently seen hopping out of whatever cot she was deposited in last and trundling off to fetch embrium tea or elecutuaries for a patient. The task will inevitably morph into a dozen other small chores until she's caught.
She gives him a studying look with fever bright eyes and says, "You ought to be sleeping if you're not working, but ask me anyway."
Colin bursts into the infirmary, looking very concerned and carrying two books.
"I need your help," he says as if he means business, opening the books and laying them out on a table. "I found some accounts of people who took magebane long-term, and it's not good."
She raises her eyebrows and sets aside to her current work when Colin appears. Her brows lower as she reads until she's frowning at the books.
"Pit, that figures." She rubs a hand over her face and sighs, "We're gonna have to do something about that then. If something happens, having someone who can't control their magic reliably gonna be dangerous."
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Oh, he's one'na those fancy shitters who think because they got a family with a long name means they don't gotta take "Sod off" for an answer.
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@ the slumber party???
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[Mmm what hour is it time has zero meaning who cares.]
Do you have a list of what you need?
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A full, well staffed clinic with a decent budget might be a nice start. Failing that, if you can find half a dozen jars of honey, that would be immediately helpful. I can't say I care the providence by which one came by them.
[ She's not not saying that Iris should steal, but like... ]
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Haven't we enough nobility here to go hat in hand to their families to help fill the coffers? They might as well make themselves useful before the crisis. [Anyway, there's rustling, paper in hand yes she's making a little list to be official about it all.] Honey first, what else? If I'm going then I'll make proper trip of it.
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No, no, it is not... Well, I suppose it could be a little bit about sex, but not any that I am having myself. It is just that I heard a story once about two dwarves who tangled their beards together while they were kissing, and I was wondering if you knew if that sort of thing ever actually happened.
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Crystal—backdated about three weeks
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Well, that's to be expected I suppose. I've already made a few arrangements for him, but have your notes sent to me quick as you can.
The Provost has me confined to the island with a few of my Kirkwall patients. I've made arrangements with another healer to take my other load, but if you could stop in as well, the Kirkwall healers might be less inclined to strangle me when I finish here.
at some point during grippe, humour me
That may be surprising: The Gallows are small, the Infirmary smaller. Half a dozen filter through its halls with any regularity, another six by their own whims. It may surprise, but it oughtn't. In Kirkwall, Isaac takes only the latest shifts; outside, he takes the field —
That, more often than he'd like.
"Sister," Nights are good, because nights are easy, and isn't everyone grateful for a little relief? But he isn't working nights now. He's working all the damn time, and it stretches the hook of what's meant to be charm. "May I ask your opinion?"
Isaac pulls a chair beside whatever surface she's been temporarily corralled to. It isn't that the smile doesn't reach his eyes, it's just that his eyes are limned dark, look today a little nearer their age.
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Not that anyone has afforded her that courtesy since she also contracted the grippe. She understands it in the abstract and fills in the gaps in the ward, frequently seen hopping out of whatever cot she was deposited in last and trundling off to fetch embrium tea or elecutuaries for a patient. The task will inevitably morph into a dozen other small chores until she's caught.
She gives him a studying look with fever bright eyes and says, "You ought to be sleeping if you're not working, but ask me anyway."
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please feel free to drop this if med adjacent stuff is too much rn
the icon choice is significantly more stressful than the med adjacent topic
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sometimes when everyone's no longer sick / crystal
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book.
Are you aware of any worrisome side-effects associated with smoking elfroot in opposition to the usual ingestion/topical application?
Asking for a friend.
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Crystal, sometime after grippe recovery
[ She could leave it at that, if she were a monster who sends people "can we talk?" messages. ]
It's about Artemaeus.
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"I need your help," he says as if he means business, opening the books and laying them out on a table. "I found some accounts of people who took magebane long-term, and it's not good."
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"Pit, that figures." She rubs a hand over her face and sighs, "We're gonna have to do something about that then. If something happens, having someone who can't control their magic reliably gonna be dangerous."
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Sister Sawbones,
If you cannot condense this without preserving its entertainment value, I shall have to take it as is. Thank you.
[This is the part where he rewrites this in full.]
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I would be remiss in doing so. Enchanter Isaac summed it up very succinctly.
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that was supposed to be LIE not LIKE im going 2 bed now jeez.
tucks u in
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