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expiationlogs2024-04-10 12:19 pm
baldrshand) wrote in expiationlogs2024-04-10 12:19 pm
The pieces of April
Who: Ethlyn and thee (prior to snek plague)
Where: Various places in Aldrip
What: Local(?) woman is confused and irritated about it
Warnings: None!
1. Healer, get thyself together
[It was strange enough waking up in a house that seemed to be made of squares and triangles, all white with steel appliances on the inside. But what's even more unsettling is what Ethlyn sees when she returns to the familiar grounds of the Willow Clinic. Why? Because they are familiar. It's as though someone picked up the farmhouse and the gardens around it, willow and all, and plopped it down in the middle of a modern city block.
There’s a shelf full of medical books and every book is full of ribbons. She can almost remember putting them there.]
I was a healer… [she closes her eyes.] I am a healer. That’s right. I know what these are. [She takes another look at a ribboned page and falls into a mutter.] Actually, I’m not so sure about the jejunum... that sounds like some foreign fruit.
[Wait. Wait that was the bell over the door.]
Oh! Hello, sorry!
2. Memories, rising from the pavement
[Deirdre. Sigurd. Leonster. Thracia.
She’s sitting at a table in the public library with a notebook and loose leaves scattered around her, trying to sort out which is which. On one page is a sketch of a sword, and a list of names–to a casual glance by a modern person, all looking like they’re about 800 years old. She’s trying to identify them. “Quan = husband” is one entry. The rest are covered with smudges and the tapping of a pen.
Finally she sighs and leans back in her chair, pushing her hands through her hair.]
What a coward I’ve been.
3. We want YOU
[Well. Whether or not she is Ethlyn the busy widow or Ethlyn the lady and battlefield healer, the Arztenritter exists and needs to be rebuilt. Right now it’s herself, Marianne, Emet-selch, and Minato… she’s… pretty sure. She isn’t entirely.
But she’s out and about around the city, on a horse named Venture, with a load of rolled-up posters in her saddlebag. Whenever she spots the outside of a likely-looking building, she’ll hop off with a hammer and nails and starts putting it up.
She found the posters in the storage closet of the clinic. Possibly they were made by someone with a passion for graphic design.]
Right. This ought to be eye-catching enough.
4. Wildcard
[If none of these suit, feel free to make up your own or plot something out with me! I'm in game disco, on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
compassinks, or open to PMs.]
Where: Various places in Aldrip
What: Local(?) woman is confused and irritated about it
Warnings: None!
1. Healer, get thyself together
[It was strange enough waking up in a house that seemed to be made of squares and triangles, all white with steel appliances on the inside. But what's even more unsettling is what Ethlyn sees when she returns to the familiar grounds of the Willow Clinic. Why? Because they are familiar. It's as though someone picked up the farmhouse and the gardens around it, willow and all, and plopped it down in the middle of a modern city block.
There’s a shelf full of medical books and every book is full of ribbons. She can almost remember putting them there.]
I was a healer… [she closes her eyes.] I am a healer. That’s right. I know what these are. [She takes another look at a ribboned page and falls into a mutter.] Actually, I’m not so sure about the jejunum... that sounds like some foreign fruit.
[Wait. Wait that was the bell over the door.]
Oh! Hello, sorry!
2. Memories, rising from the pavement
[Deirdre. Sigurd. Leonster. Thracia.
She’s sitting at a table in the public library with a notebook and loose leaves scattered around her, trying to sort out which is which. On one page is a sketch of a sword, and a list of names–to a casual glance by a modern person, all looking like they’re about 800 years old. She’s trying to identify them. “Quan = husband” is one entry. The rest are covered with smudges and the tapping of a pen.
Finally she sighs and leans back in her chair, pushing her hands through her hair.]
What a coward I’ve been.
3. We want YOU
[Well. Whether or not she is Ethlyn the busy widow or Ethlyn the lady and battlefield healer, the Arztenritter exists and needs to be rebuilt. Right now it’s herself, Marianne, Emet-selch, and Minato… she’s… pretty sure. She isn’t entirely.
But she’s out and about around the city, on a horse named Venture, with a load of rolled-up posters in her saddlebag. Whenever she spots the outside of a likely-looking building, she’ll hop off with a hammer and nails and starts putting it up.
She found the posters in the storage closet of the clinic. Possibly they were made by someone with a passion for graphic design.]
Right. This ought to be eye-catching enough.
4. Wildcard
[If none of these suit, feel free to make up your own or plot something out with me! I'm in game disco, on plurk at