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(OPEN) It never hurts to give thanks to the broken bones
Who: Solas & Iramaat, Solas & Petra, Solas & an open prompt!
When: mid May!
Where: Undermael’s library, and the Outer City!
What: Fae transformation research and the Out of the City quest! Ruminations on healthcare and class divisions!
Warnings: Nothing that isn’t Aef-typical!
i. heal (maiuril 18-25)
[It’s an ethical obligation: know the sickness for what it is, and, if it is within your means, help heal it.
Serious, immersed in his assigned work, Solas has been providing injections (and sometimes counsel) to the afflicted and forgotten of the Outer City since the early morning. He set out at dawn, dressed in plain Coven robes, matched now with the generic face mask and gloves handed out by the dozens to the volunteers.
The musky summer sun hangs directly overhead, exacerbating the humidity and the acrid, sick smell suffocating the Coven healers’ station. He’s been told it’s his break, so he leaves out the back, through a flap door. Outside, he pulls down his mask, and inhales the cooler air. He’s worked up a sheen of sweat, and the relief is palpable.
When he lifts his tired eyes again, they happen to fix on a newcomer. His thoughts have had a full day to rattle around inside his mind, and he feels compelled to speak them. In subdued undertone, he remarks, in lieu of a greeting,]
The healers here do good work. And they do so weighed down by futility. No matter how many they treat here today, come tomorrow the number of infected will have increased.
ii. wildcard
why not! solas spends the first ~two weeks deep in research, and then over the remainder of the month spends a lot of time volunteering and building links within the outer city. i have other plans i’d like to put into action and thoughts i’d like to toss around, though… so please feel free to hit me up with anything or reach out to me with ideas or requests at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
shroomish c:
When: mid May!
Where: Undermael’s library, and the Outer City!
What: Fae transformation research and the Out of the City quest! Ruminations on healthcare and class divisions!
Warnings: Nothing that isn’t Aef-typical!
i. heal (maiuril 18-25)
[It’s an ethical obligation: know the sickness for what it is, and, if it is within your means, help heal it.
Serious, immersed in his assigned work, Solas has been providing injections (and sometimes counsel) to the afflicted and forgotten of the Outer City since the early morning. He set out at dawn, dressed in plain Coven robes, matched now with the generic face mask and gloves handed out by the dozens to the volunteers.
The musky summer sun hangs directly overhead, exacerbating the humidity and the acrid, sick smell suffocating the Coven healers’ station. He’s been told it’s his break, so he leaves out the back, through a flap door. Outside, he pulls down his mask, and inhales the cooler air. He’s worked up a sheen of sweat, and the relief is palpable.
When he lifts his tired eyes again, they happen to fix on a newcomer. His thoughts have had a full day to rattle around inside his mind, and he feels compelled to speak them. In subdued undertone, he remarks, in lieu of a greeting,]
The healers here do good work. And they do so weighed down by futility. No matter how many they treat here today, come tomorrow the number of infected will have increased.
ii. wildcard
why not! solas spends the first ~two weeks deep in research, and then over the remainder of the month spends a lot of time volunteering and building links within the outer city. i have other plans i’d like to put into action and thoughts i’d like to toss around, though… so please feel free to hit me up with anything or reach out to me with ideas or requests at
no subject
[ Iramaat sets her side of the barrel down and clasps her hands together, smile widening. ]
You didn't have to do that, but - are you sure? I can't take your fine cloth from you, can I?
[ She's refusing it - at least at first - curious to see if he'll press it or not. ]
On the other hand... payment is appropriate, isn't it?
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“Yeah, it’s, it’s payment. And it’s, um, perfect for you,” Finn says, firm over his nerves. “I want you to take it. Really.”]
no subject
[ Iramaat holds out her hand and takes the scarf with a smile and then pauses. ]
Nothing for Solas? He helped just as much.
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No reward is necessary.
[Finn nods his head vigorously. “Alright, alright, there you go then,” he says, and he sets about picking up the barrel. There’s strength hidden in his lean arms, evidently, and he hoists it up without a grunt of complaint. “Ehm,” he says then, looking at the ground back and forth between them. “Thanks again. Bye.” He starts to leave.]
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[ Iramaat is already wrapping the scarf around her neck. How lovely! The heroine is rewarded, as she ought to be, and best of all she didn't look greedy and grasping by demanding anything outright!
Everyone wins! ]
Well. I think that was a productive day. Don't you?
no subject
Yes. We observed much. The people who live here must contend with much just to live dignified lives.
[And he’s been able to observe much of Iramaat as well as of the Outer City.]
Thank you for accompanying me, Knight.
no subject
[ She shrugs. ]
It was a pleasure - please, do let me know if you ever want my company again! I rather like you.