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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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They pull back enough to look up into First Aid's face. "How have you been, Aidie?"
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Before Chris can get too worried about his phrasing, a click sounds from somewhere inside First Aid's helm and the blank metal mask beneath his visor slides open, revealing a perfectly sculpted set of lips, which part in a shy but warm metal smile. "What do you think?"
[ooc: not making this up: he won it in a carnival game! XD]
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And that'll be Chris pulling you back into an excited hug.
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"It feels so right, too!" he enthuses. "Here, touch it!" He gently captures Chris's hand and holds it up to his face, so they can feel how the metal bends and flexes as he speaks, without any visible external joints.
"It's just like the face I'd have given myself, if I'd thought to try it back home," First Aid sighs happily. "I really didn't think this would be possible here. Even with you and Bart helping me, just trying to make the tools we'd need..." He laughs quietly. "I never even thought of trying -- I guess this counts as magic, right?"
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And then, on impulse, Chris leans in and drops a kiss to First Aid's cheek.