Noel! I'm relieved to hear from you. My injuries are recovering all right. [they would be recovering faster if she rested more but hey] What about you--how are you feeling after all of that?
DIRECTED TO: ETHLYN LISTED CRIME: CRIMES OF THE GRANVALE EMPIRE
The Council has selected you for sentencing to atone for the above listed crimes. You are directed to turn yourself in within two (2) hours of receiving this message, or you will be forcibly detained. You are to meet the Council's representative outside of City Hall in order to respond to this summons.
Very well. I could have used more time to set my affairs in order, but perhaps I should be grateful that you aren't dragging me out the door. You may expect me at the appointed time, Jerry.
[At least it's not hard to track down where to go for any sort of medical attention, right? There's an actual advertising campaign out and about, requesting recruits and mentioning where to come. Not that Shinjiro has any intention on trying to learn to be a healer-- that sounds like the worst thing for him to try. But more because he has a habit of making some truly terrible decisions.
So knock-knock! HelloooooooNurse.mp4.
He's standing upright but definitely looking a bit pained. One shoulder curled in towards himself more than the other, coat pulled loosely overz as though trying to keep the fabric from brushing him too much.]
Uh... Hey? [How do you check into a walk in appointment at the random healer place in a lil podunk town in a different reality. He doesn't know.]
[Well, someone has to keep the Arztenritter in business.
Ethlyn looks up from her reading--about the causes of allergies--to see the same man she found in the woods, insisting that he didn't need help with all that blood. And if he's cleaned himself up now, he's still not whole--her eyes go to his arm and shoulder, obviously a source of pain to him.
She's on her feet immediately.]
Let me help you. [Before he can agree or disagree, her dexterous fingers are lifting the coat away from his body.] How are you injured?
[ The video opens to Mitama, though just like in her recent post, she's wearing her "disguise". She's here on an important business, after all. ]
Ho, ho, ho! Thank you for joining our Secret Santa event~ It's time to find out what ─ or rather who ─ your assignment as Santa's Little Helper for this year is! Drumroll, please...
[ She makes a pause for a dramatic effect, her hand slipping into a Santa hat she's holding and pulling out a small piece of paper with a name on it. ]
It's none other than... Erichthonios, the politeness incarnate!
Remember, you should present your assignee with a gift of your choice until December 25th! Good luck, and remember: your main task is to spread joy, happiness and the spirit of Christmas cheer!
Miss Santa Coordinator, out!
action; (a while after the secret santas go out, but before december 25th)
[ Knock knock, Ethlyn. Seems like there's someone at your door.
Opening said door will make it readily apparent who's there. Ange is a recognizable enough figure, after all, and it seems like she's standing there while holding some sort of basket. ]
.. Hey. Is this a bad time?
[ Her tone mostly sounds like her usual one - a little flat, not really a whole lot of emotion in it - but if Ethlyn listens carefully enough, there might be just a touch of something more bashful hiding in it compared to the usual.. ]
[Ethlyn shuts her book on a ribbon and gets up to answer, expecting that it's someone with a medical issue and hoping very much it isn't Jerry again--she's a little surprised to see Ange standing there instead, looking well, although maybe just a little bit uncomfortable?]
Ange! No, you've caught me at a good moment. Come in and have some tea--what can I help you with?
[he doesn't trust the locals at all, now that he realizes he can't use his Geass on them. so when he feels like he's found another Chosen... he's going to message her instead.]
I've heard that you're a healer of sorts. How much would it cost to get my brother evaluated?
[Ah. It's good to hear from Claude. Normally, Ethlyn would ask him about his arm and how it's feeling, but for this question, she has to leave him on read for a little while. Then: ]
Hello, Claude.
No, I'm afraid they haven't. [a pause.] The noggin is a bit jumbled, to tell the truth.
Sure, there were indeed practical reasons for doing so, but it didn't mean that Spock was more amenable to the prospect of being poked and prodded than usual. If it were up to him, he would much rather be left to patch up himself in the event of an emergency, but he'd made an agreement. And given his agreement was with someone he'd much rather see attend basic medical appointments instead of himself?
He guesses. ]
Greetings.
I have been directed to seek medical consultation at your nearest convenience.
[ Jim arrives at the rustic clinic bright and early one morning, five minutes after Ethlyn opens and ten minutes before his appointment time. If there's one thing Starfleet ever did for him, it was press the point of punctuality - even if sometimes Jim was stumbling out of bed and into a two-day old uniform, he still made it on the dot to his shift at the bridge.
This wasn't Alpha shift, but it was also important, and given that Spock had very dryly informed him that he had held up his end of the bargain - well, it was time for Jim to buck up and stop dragging his feet on his side of things. This was important, and Ethlyn was the closest medical expert - moreover, after their conversation in the Tower, Jim trusted her. A gut feeling and one interaction wasn't much to go on, but sometimes, as Jim liked to remind Spock time and again, that was all they were likely to get. ]
Morning. [ He even brought her a pastry, setting the raspberry danish on the counter as he smiles, covering up self-consciousness with that fake-it-till-you-make-it charm that's served him so well thus far. ] I, uh, called and made an appointment?
[Ethlyn is in fact taking a look at her appointment book to double-check who she's seeing this morning. She's actually a bit surprised to look up and see Jim right there, bright and early... and with a gift to boot.
Hm. Does he have a pressing motive to try and bribe his doctor?]
Ah! Hello, Jim. [She grins.] I'm more used to people being late than early. How's the arm doing?
[ The events of last month have rattled Marianne and caused her many restless nights. Having split her time between the clinic and the apothecary, she wasn't present when the worst happened, and it pains her as a guardian angel to have been unable to protect Claude.
She's only just begun to sleep again, and when she sees Ethlyn in the aftermath she embraces her, barely hiding her trembling emotions. She's calmed by the time they sit down for tea though her brow is still furrowed with thoughts of their recent ordeal. ]
[It's such a relief to see Marianne safe. Ethlyn herself has been bitterly regretting her inability to save Claude--if she had been able to get to Miller just a minute sooner, it wouldn't have happened. Claude returned, as people do here, but Ethlyn knows too well that it's not an experience that can just be brushed under the rug.
But Marianne was safe, and it was over, and at least for today they can sit and take a desperately-needed rest from it all.]
I'm so glad you are, too. [She wraps her hands around her teacup. It may be summer, but she needs its comforting warmth.] How are you feeling? Maybe it's only because it's so recent, but... that was one of the worst things to have happened here.
A bite wound? From what sort of animal? I can make recommendations, but it would be best if I could take a look at it first to see what you're dealing with.
[ The video opens to Mitama, though just like in her recent post, she's wearing her "Santa disguise". She's here on an important business, after all. ]
Ho, ho, ho! Thank you for joining our Secret Santa event~ It's time to find out what ─ or rather who ─ your assignment as Santa's Little Helper for this year is! Drumroll, please...
[ She makes a pause for a dramatic effect, her hand slipping into a Santa hat she's holding and pulling out a small piece of paper with a name on it. ]
It's none other than... Chuuya Nakahara, the master wordsmith (I think)!
Remember, you should present your assignee with a gift of your choice until December 25th! Good luck, and remember: your main task is to spread joy, happiness and the spirit of Christmas cheer!
[before she had disappeared for what felt like months, jinx had ventured off to the oasis to obtain some medical berries. it's unfortunate that her quest took... as long as it originally attended, but jinx has her escort to thank, who went back to aldrip with the produce despite her absence. he just... had no idea what to do it after reaching town, so the stranger kept it store with him.
nevertheless, the bluenette marched her way to this willow clinic she had been heard about from various people. she never spoke to ethlyn nor know anything about this woman beyond being a healer of some kind. and if anyone should have honeyfruit in stock to take care of any ailment, it should be her. approaching the porch with the basket of fruit, she inspects around the house curiously, with a light skepticism carrying along her face. is this the right place? the design of the establishment seems so... ordinary and antiquated. however, she did write a little note addressing to the clinic, so if she got the wrong residence, surely somebody would hand this over to where it needs to be.
anyhow, jinx sets the basket neatly on the stoop and curls her knuckles to give the front door a knock. the teenager doesn't stick around to greet whoever or to hand it over personally. not that she is afraid of meeting this ethlyn person, definitely not. but it's more so, she isn't sure... what the other girl's opinion on jinx. some chosen sees her decent, and some see her as a threat to their society. which is fair. she did do a lot of terrorizing, that she may or may not feel guilty over. but maybe some other time they can have a chat or two, although for now, leaving this with a note of what it is and instructions will suffice.]
[It's early in the 25th morning. Most people are still sleeping and the sun is only about to send its first rays to break the darkness of the night sky. But then there is a sudden knock on a door. Huh?! Who could it be! Whenever Ethlyn gets to the door, be it immediately or hours late they will find a christmas wreath with white roses placed on their doorstep. There might even be snowy (or wet!) small hoof marks leading away from the present. Hm. I wonder, who indeed did deliver this?
On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]
Greetings my fellow Chosen.
Thank you for your support and help with strengthening our community by partaking in the training camp during September and helping the rest of the Chosen with their emergency care and healing skills. I shall look forward to our continued collaboration in future. In the meantime I wish you the most pleasant and peaceful Christmas. There will be a feast held at the Inn’s tavern for the next 12 days and I welcome you to enjoy it for free. There will be warm food, treats and homemade mead and wine at your disposal.
Merry Christmas.
Signed, Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester
[ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]
[Ethlyn greatly appreciates the thanks and the decoration, which goes up on the front door of the Willow Clinic! And when she goes to Richard's Christmas party one night, she's sure to bring some apples for Whitey.]
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I heard from the locals there is a brigade of on-call healers? I was hoping to lend a hand, if needed.
Do you have time to meet?
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The Council has selected you for sentencing to atone for the above listed crimes. You are directed to turn yourself in within two (2) hours of receiving this message, or you will be forcibly detained. You are to meet the Council's representative outside of City Hall in order to respond to this summons.
Respectfully,
Jerry
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So knock-knock! HelloooooooNurse.mp4.
He's standing upright but definitely looking a bit pained. One shoulder curled in towards himself more than the other, coat pulled loosely overz as though trying to keep the fabric from brushing him too much.]
Uh... Hey? [How do you check into a walk in appointment at the random healer place in a lil podunk town in a different reality. He doesn't know.]
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Ethlyn looks up from her reading--about the causes of allergies--to see the same man she found in the woods, insisting that he didn't need help with all that blood. And if he's cleaned himself up now, he's still not whole--her eyes go to his arm and shoulder, obviously a source of pain to him.
She's on her feet immediately.]
Let me help you. [Before he can agree or disagree, her dexterous fingers are lifting the coat away from his body.] How are you injured?
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PUNCTUATION IS JUST FOR SHOW
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Ho, ho, ho! Thank you for joining our Secret Santa event~ It's time to find out what ─ or rather who ─ your assignment as Santa's Little Helper for this year is! Drumroll, please...
[ She makes a pause for a dramatic effect, her hand slipping into a Santa hat she's holding and pulling out a small piece of paper with a name on it. ]
It's none other than... Erichthonios, the politeness incarnate!
Remember, you should present your assignee with a gift of your choice until December 25th! Good luck, and remember: your main task is to spread joy, happiness and the spirit of Christmas cheer!
Miss Santa Coordinator, out!
action; (a while after the secret santas go out, but before december 25th)
Opening said door will make it readily apparent who's there. Ange is a recognizable enough figure, after all, and it seems like she's standing there while holding some sort of basket. ]
.. Hey. Is this a bad time?
[ Her tone mostly sounds like her usual one - a little flat, not really a whole lot of emotion in it - but if Ethlyn listens carefully enough, there might be just a touch of something more bashful hiding in it compared to the usual.. ]
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Ange! No, you've caught me at a good moment. Come in and have some tea--what can I help you with?
[She stands aside, a friendly smile on her face.]
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I've heard that you're a healer of sorts. How much would it cost to get my brother evaluated?
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Hello, Claude.
No, I'm afraid they haven't. [a pause.] The noggin is a bit jumbled, to tell the truth.
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Sure, there were indeed practical reasons for doing so, but it didn't mean that Spock was more amenable to the prospect of being poked and prodded than usual. If it were up to him, he would much rather be left to patch up himself in the event of an emergency, but he'd made an agreement. And given his agreement was with someone he'd much rather see attend basic medical appointments instead of himself?
He guesses. ]
Greetings.
I have been directed to seek medical consultation at your nearest convenience.
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This wasn't Alpha shift, but it was also important, and given that Spock had very dryly informed him that he had held up his end of the bargain - well, it was time for Jim to buck up and stop dragging his feet on his side of things. This was important, and Ethlyn was the closest medical expert - moreover, after their conversation in the Tower, Jim trusted her. A gut feeling and one interaction wasn't much to go on, but sometimes, as Jim liked to remind Spock time and again, that was all they were likely to get. ]
Morning. [ He even brought her a pastry, setting the raspberry danish on the counter as he smiles, covering up self-consciousness with that fake-it-till-you-make-it charm that's served him so well thus far. ] I, uh, called and made an appointment?
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Hm. Does he have a pressing motive to try and bribe his doctor?]
Ah! Hello, Jim. [She grins.] I'm more used to people being late than early. How's the arm doing?
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She's only just begun to sleep again, and when she sees Ethlyn in the aftermath she embraces her, barely hiding her trembling emotions. She's calmed by the time they sit down for tea though her brow is still furrowed with thoughts of their recent ordeal. ]
I'm so glad you're safe and sound.
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But Marianne was safe, and it was over, and at least for today they can sit and take a desperately-needed rest from it all.]
I'm so glad you are, too. [She wraps her hands around her teacup. It may be summer, but she needs its comforting warmth.] How are you feeling? Maybe it's only because it's so recent, but... that was one of the worst things to have happened here.
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Ho, ho, ho! Thank you for joining our Secret Santa event~ It's time to find out what ─ or rather who ─ your assignment as Santa's Little Helper for this year is! Drumroll, please...
[ She makes a pause for a dramatic effect, her hand slipping into a Santa hat she's holding and pulling out a small piece of paper with a name on it. ]
It's none other than... Chuuya Nakahara, the master wordsmith (I think)!
Remember, you should present your assignee with a gift of your choice until December 25th! Good luck, and remember: your main task is to spread joy, happiness and the spirit of Christmas cheer!
Miss Santa Coordinator, out!
delivery @ the willow clinic
nevertheless, the bluenette marched her way to this willow clinic she had been heard about from various people. she never spoke to ethlyn nor know anything about this woman beyond being a healer of some kind. and if anyone should have honeyfruit in stock to take care of any ailment, it should be her. approaching the porch with the basket of fruit, she inspects around the house curiously, with a light skepticism carrying along her face. is this the right place? the design of the establishment seems so... ordinary and antiquated. however, she did write a little note addressing to the clinic, so if she got the wrong residence, surely somebody would hand this over to where it needs to be.
anyhow, jinx sets the basket neatly on the stoop and curls her knuckles to give the front door a knock. the teenager doesn't stick around to greet whoever or to hand it over personally. not that she is afraid of meeting this ethlyn person, definitely not. but it's more so, she isn't sure... what the other girl's opinion on jinx. some chosen sees her decent, and some see her as a threat to their society. which is fair. she did do a lot of terrorizing, that she may or may not feel guilty over. but maybe some other time they can have a chat or two, although for now, leaving this with a note of what it is and instructions will suffice.]
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On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]
Greetings my fellow Chosen.
Thank you for your support and help with strengthening our community by partaking in the training camp during September and helping the rest of the Chosen with their emergency care and healing skills. I shall look forward to our continued collaboration in future. In the meantime I wish you the most pleasant and peaceful Christmas. There will be a feast held at the Inn’s tavern for the next 12 days and I welcome you to enjoy it for free. There will be warm food, treats and homemade mead and wine at your disposal.
Merry Christmas.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester
[ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]
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