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ph_logs2024-07-01 04:53 pm
thelatechrisfreeman) wrote in ph_logs2024-07-01 04:53 pm
[OPEN] She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before
Who: Chris Freeman (thelatechrisfreeman) & you (or maybe you? perhaps you?)
What: the bitch is back, baby!
When: the month of July
Where: various places around the island
Warning(s): discussion of illness and death likely
I said 'I'm just tired', she said 'You're just high.' [Back to Work]
The reason that Chris hasn't been social, like... at all? For about two months now? Post-flood outbreak of pneumonia among patients of the Winterbottom Clinic. They took full responsibility, refusing much in the way of help, and thus their days have been full of treatment and sometimes palliative care for the most frail.
There were also concerns about not burning through the antibiotic supplies for this particular outbreak, which led to some difficult decisions and even more difficult days and nights...
But now, finally, things are looking up. There haven't been any re-infections for a whole week. Chris walks from their house to the clinic proper, looking forward to a shift filled with cases other than infectious disease.
Feel free to swing by the clinic to say hello, now that they've finally emerged from their self-imposed sequestration.
Oh, I make you cringe now; don't I make you cringe? [Something Life Balance]
Newer arrivals may not remember this or not have been present, but Chris was downright weird upon first coming to Marrow Isle. They've apparently reverted back to that, what with being found up a tree, or on a roof, or wandering along the surf's edge and chattering away to empty air.
Perhaps you feel like figuring out what's going on with them?
Lover come hold me, head's on the fritz [Breaking Bread]
Chris could probably cook for themself, sure. They've had enough practice with baking, and simple cooking. But sometimes meals are about more than getting fed. Sometimes meals are about community.
Perhaps you catch Chris at one of the meals after Wednesday service in the Temple of Sacred Roots. Or maybe you notice them sitting at a table at the Oak and Iron some other night. You'll be waved over to sit beside them once they notice you!
thelatechrisfreeman) & you (or maybe you? perhaps you?)What: the bitch is back, baby!
When: the month of July
Where: various places around the island
Warning(s): discussion of illness and death likely
I said 'I'm just tired', she said 'You're just high.' [Back to Work]
The reason that Chris hasn't been social, like... at all? For about two months now? Post-flood outbreak of pneumonia among patients of the Winterbottom Clinic. They took full responsibility, refusing much in the way of help, and thus their days have been full of treatment and sometimes palliative care for the most frail.
There were also concerns about not burning through the antibiotic supplies for this particular outbreak, which led to some difficult decisions and even more difficult days and nights...
But now, finally, things are looking up. There haven't been any re-infections for a whole week. Chris walks from their house to the clinic proper, looking forward to a shift filled with cases other than infectious disease.
Feel free to swing by the clinic to say hello, now that they've finally emerged from their self-imposed sequestration.
Oh, I make you cringe now; don't I make you cringe? [Something Life Balance]
Newer arrivals may not remember this or not have been present, but Chris was downright weird upon first coming to Marrow Isle. They've apparently reverted back to that, what with being found up a tree, or on a roof, or wandering along the surf's edge and chattering away to empty air.
Perhaps you feel like figuring out what's going on with them?
Lover come hold me, head's on the fritz [Breaking Bread]
Chris could probably cook for themself, sure. They've had enough practice with baking, and simple cooking. But sometimes meals are about more than getting fed. Sometimes meals are about community.
Perhaps you catch Chris at one of the meals after Wednesday service in the Temple of Sacred Roots. Or maybe you notice them sitting at a table at the Oak and Iron some other night. You'll be waved over to sit beside them once they notice you!
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As for John's comment to them, about God not making mistakes... well, sometimes Chris feels like one, for more than the connection to death, but they're trying to be better. Kinder to themself. "I'll keep you in mind, John. You've helped me a lot in the past, and I know I can trust you.
"And Alto says that people visiting the beach don't disturb him. He likes to see them. But he'll give you privacy when you come to pray, so don't worry about that."
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"I don't think you bein' around counts as disturbing my privacy. I figure the dead are a little closer to God, or the goddesses, so you're welcome any time I'm around to pray." John assures him. "I'll even add a little something to my offerings for you--I bring coins 'n bottles for Kora. Then you can ask her for something, too, and maybe she'll do it."
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Frowning thoughtfully, John absently rubs the back of his neck with one hand as he considers the idea in his head.
"Alt--would you want to see them more often?" he asks slowly. "I could absolutely make up excuses to bring Pascal out here a few times a week. Help with offerings to Kora, help fishing or something--introduce myself to Maris, encourage her to get some fresh air, bring her out to collect shells or just enjoy the ocean breeze. Then you could hang around while they're here."
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Then they look at John. "I think he'd like that. Only... just encourage, like you said. Don't push for it." A small smile flickers on Chris's face. "I doubt you would, but it should be said, just in case."