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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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"Trouble not walking through the door when it opened, nu?" Lev/Lyubov says, cryptically. "And like ... I do know some ... like, I suppose they're meditation techniques, but mine uncle never had to guard himself as much as I did, from the Silver. I think ... if thou'rt willing to teach me, I'd like to learn those techniques from thee. Please."
Lev/Lyubov considers what Chris said about Lord Arion, and then smiles, and looks at Chris with a little surprise, as if some matter has finally clarified itself to hir.
"So thou did'st the same work mine husband did, nu?" sie says. "At least like, in part? Making sure the dead linger not where they can only haunt."
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Lev/Lyubov nods.
"Nu," they say, a little sadly — yes, true. But regrettable that such things are not a guarantee. "But like, I got the impression ... by thy world, such callings as thine, they're, like. Rare?"
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Chris frowns a little, the upset rooted in what they will have to describe, not anything that Lev/Lyubov has said or done. "There's two reasons that my, uh, calling -- as you say -- is rare. First, I don't think that there are many who can do what I do... what Mr. Keeper and I do. Second... it isn't safe to advertise that you have powers in my world. You'll either get drawn into fights between the supervillains and the superheroes, or the government will snatch you up and make you work for them."
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"Ah," says Lev/Lyubov, and winces, not least in sympathy.
"Nu. I mean, like. I suppose back home, such things are too common to receive such focused attention ... but. Feh. Nyura and his sister, they really had little choice of profession, as soon as it became clear they like, took after their grandfather and could talk to those what others see not."
"But ... there is little danger of ..." they gesture, a little vaguely. "I'm not like, sure what thou mean'st by superheroes, but like ... I get the gist it involves trouble of the kind most people prefer to never encounter. But Nyura, like. Nyura's had to go looking for such trouble. It would have found him not, if he sought it not."
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"You mean government trouble?" Chris asks, rather more bluntly than before.
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Lev/Lyubov winces, but not at Chris. It's the topic itself that's sensitive.
"Nu, I suppose?" they say. "Nyura, he. Well. He was a courtier?" They pause, looking down at the ground. It's best if they avoid scrutinising Chris's face just now. Best if they don't try to pre-empt any reaction. Chris, after all, is their friend and deserves their honesty.
"He was ... pretty high up, too. Like. Feh—"
They take a deep breath and look up, though they still avoid meeting Chris's eye — but not out of shame, nor shyness. Merely conserving energy. Even from the little Chris has said, Lev/Lyubov has heard enough to surmise this conversation is going to be a taxing one for both of them.
"I suspect thou ... know'st, nu?" they say. "They offer protection with the right hand, and throw one into peril with the left. They offer status, as long as thou'rt a credit to them and their plans. And if Nyura had like ... if sın Falk had not ... if Nyura had never been one of the Court Physicians, I doubt he would've been noticed."