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maskormenacelogs2015-11-05 07:53 pm
illuminescent) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-11-05 07:53 pm
There she goes
WHO: Lucy Pevensie and you!
WHERE: Various places around De Chima
WHEN: The month of November, as needed!
WHAT: Catch-all log, starters provided for those who desire them!
WARNINGS: Aggressive cheerfulness!!
01; the clinic
[For someone so small, she certainly does have a lot of energy, and it shows. She's been on call - and yes, on call is the appropriate term - for the past four hours, and she has another five to go before she will go home. It's not quite what a resident might face, but this is still a part time job, for all that she runs this clinic as well as staffs it and works in it.
Again.
Energy.
But despite refusing to go home early to do the other work she does - like schoolwork, maybe? - she can be persuaded to take a break, which may be entirely necessary.
The only way she can do this is from all the help she has; between everyone who works there as well as the support from the imPort community.]
02; the farm
[Maybe you've wandered here on purpose, or maybe it's an accident. It certainly is a lot of land - swaths of it, most of the land past the politely and well-manicured fields just around the house the kind of wooly and wildness that only Virginia can achieve. It's November and even here, in what is technically the south, the leaves are turning: yellow and orange and the occasional bright and offensively brilliant pop of red.
Where the land turns to hills is up past where the farm technically ends, and she's skirting the land there too, up and around the corners. She exercises her horse in the early mornings just as the temperature is starting to lift, as the morning's damp is beginning to turn.
If she goes for long enough she can pretend it's Narnia, until she runs into someone.]
Sorry-!
[Selene (her horse) is very well-behaved. She doesn't even shy, but carefully dances, just around.]
I am quite thoughtless, I do apologize.
03; the town
[It's dusky, dimly lit, night comes so quickly and so early. Lucy isn't so much a fan of the cold, and winter is not her favorite season, so she doesn't linger as much anymore, in store fronts, looking at things that once she may have had but now she doesn't miss. Pretty jewels, little baubles, flowers-
-girlish things that remind her more of Susan than anything, girlish things she thinks do not look as pretty on her. But she really doesn't mind. She finds her way to a place near where the shops cluster by a tiny park, and sits, and thinks that maybe she's fine here. That the winter will pass and Peter will be fine, in Narnia, that Edmund will complain to no one about how much he hates snow, how Susan will throw a party-
-and Lucy will not think of it, she decides, and she settles in on a bench for a while. She's looking up at the brightly lit storefronts, all ready for Christmas (oddly soon, maybe?) and looks like she's thinking of too much all at once.]
04; wildcard
[prompt me!]
WHERE: Various places around De Chima
WHEN: The month of November, as needed!
WHAT: Catch-all log, starters provided for those who desire them!
WARNINGS: Aggressive cheerfulness!!
01; the clinic
[For someone so small, she certainly does have a lot of energy, and it shows. She's been on call - and yes, on call is the appropriate term - for the past four hours, and she has another five to go before she will go home. It's not quite what a resident might face, but this is still a part time job, for all that she runs this clinic as well as staffs it and works in it.
Again.
Energy.
But despite refusing to go home early to do the other work she does - like schoolwork, maybe? - she can be persuaded to take a break, which may be entirely necessary.
The only way she can do this is from all the help she has; between everyone who works there as well as the support from the imPort community.]
02; the farm
[Maybe you've wandered here on purpose, or maybe it's an accident. It certainly is a lot of land - swaths of it, most of the land past the politely and well-manicured fields just around the house the kind of wooly and wildness that only Virginia can achieve. It's November and even here, in what is technically the south, the leaves are turning: yellow and orange and the occasional bright and offensively brilliant pop of red.
Where the land turns to hills is up past where the farm technically ends, and she's skirting the land there too, up and around the corners. She exercises her horse in the early mornings just as the temperature is starting to lift, as the morning's damp is beginning to turn.
If she goes for long enough she can pretend it's Narnia, until she runs into someone.]
Sorry-!
[Selene (her horse) is very well-behaved. She doesn't even shy, but carefully dances, just around.]
I am quite thoughtless, I do apologize.
03; the town
[It's dusky, dimly lit, night comes so quickly and so early. Lucy isn't so much a fan of the cold, and winter is not her favorite season, so she doesn't linger as much anymore, in store fronts, looking at things that once she may have had but now she doesn't miss. Pretty jewels, little baubles, flowers-
-girlish things that remind her more of Susan than anything, girlish things she thinks do not look as pretty on her. But she really doesn't mind. She finds her way to a place near where the shops cluster by a tiny park, and sits, and thinks that maybe she's fine here. That the winter will pass and Peter will be fine, in Narnia, that Edmund will complain to no one about how much he hates snow, how Susan will throw a party-
-and Lucy will not think of it, she decides, and she settles in on a bench for a while. She's looking up at the brightly lit storefronts, all ready for Christmas (oddly soon, maybe?) and looks like she's thinking of too much all at once.]
04; wildcard
[prompt me!]
no subject
Yes, hello, can I help you?
[She smiles when she sees him, an easy, welcoming sort of smile.]
no subject
Hope I'm not interrupting anything. I'm just looking around right now. I'll probably end up a patient here eventually- might as well get acquainted with the place ahead of time.
[The last sentence is said with a wry tinge. Jacob isn't a pessimist, not really, but he plunges into danger often enough and boldly enough that he recognizes he can expect to get injured sooner or later.]
no subject
No, I am quite between patients. My name is Lucy, and what may I call you, my future patient?
[She says that with a hint of laughter in her voice.]
no subject
[He smiles.]
So you can see why I'm interested in this place.
no subject
[She looks around a little.]
I do, and I am pleased you came to introduce yourself first, so if you should ever land here I may know you and not be so concerned about your identity. I cannot show you too much, but I will say that often our patients spend less than an hour before I am able to send them home.
no subject
It's no problem. My "secret identity's" been history ever since the cops busted me.
[Some people would be a little more reticent about casually mentioning their criminal record in an initial conversation. Jacob is not one ofthose people.]
Less than an hour sounds great. I always hate being laid up. Do you have healing powers on staff. Or are you just that good?
no subject
[Some people are fussy about powers, and Lucy doesn't judge.]
no subject
[He gestures backwards as he talks, indicating the past.]
Back home, fast recovery was standard unless you got really messed up. We had this stuff called medi-gel that could close wounds instantly. Saved my life more times than I can count.
no subject
Of course, I would think you had used it all.
no subject
Yeah, no such luck. The Porter grabbed me while I was on vacation. I showed up here without any of my usual gear. If I'd been able to have my equipment... a lot of things might have gone differently here.
[21st century criminals tended to have problems when fighting 22nd century technology, in Jacob's experience. To say nothing of how many people medi-gel could have helped if the local geniuses were able to replicate and distribute it...]
no subject
[She says that and turns a bit.]
What else can I show you, sir?
no subject
I wouldn't mind a demonstration of your powers. To see what you're working with. You okay with that?
no subject