SCAWWY 😱 daan

[concoctive]

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[recession]

[ He doesn't respond much aside from a dull look at Alfyn's arm as he reaches out. A shoulder touch is fine. ]

It's fine, Mr. Greengrass. [ Is it. ] I obviously don't need to point out to you that you weren't involved, and it's hardly in any way your burden to bear.

It's happened. Nothing I tried could bring her back. So.

All I can do is search for an answer as to why he did it. Whose sigil it was for.

[concoctive]

Empathy and sympathy exist so that we can offer comfort and understandin' to each other, regardless of who's at fault, y'know. He's not around to give you an apology, and probably wouldn't even if he was, if I had to guess, so somebody ought to offer you one.

[ softly, but also firm in a way that a protagonist tends to have. but he does remove his hand after a beat.

he's not touching daan trying to brink back his wife with a ten foot pole, though. ]

... there many things that can be summoned with sigils, where you come from? There's only the Dark God, back home, for that kinda thing.

[recession]

I appreciate the attempt.

[ Is the best he can say. Someone got him cigarettes as a present this week and BOY HOWDY is it really going to come in clutch. Suddenly all my smoking icons are actually going to be real now. ]

Mmh. There's a number of gods. Gro-goroth, Sylvian, Vinushka... Fear and Hunger, Alll-mer. Rher. They all each have their own unique sigils attributed to them.

But I don't know... I don't recognise the one I saw. It's still something I'm trying to figure out.

W2, sat/sunday

[recession]

[ Slates this so it could be either Saturday or Sunday, because EST timezones are a lie. Anyway thank you so much for your service Alfyn, but Daan is doing fucking horribly on both days. He is borderline immobile, pale and shaking up a storm. ]

Th-this swamp defin -- has -- its drawbacks.

[concoctive]

[ i'm still awake at 11:11 make a wish as of starting this tag, my wish is a week where we aren't going full turbo

unfortunately daan is not the only person he's dunked into the swamp so he's really witnessing its drawbacks with multiple subjects at the moment. ]

Figured. You need some blankets, Mr. Daan..? I know from Rondo and listenin' to the other three durin' that whole fiasco that things are a little different, from person to person, so if I can help make it easier somehow...

[recession]

Unless you've got a huge vial of morphine on you, I d-don't think there'll be much.

[ His voice is shaky in the way when everything just hurts too much. ]

[concoctive]

Gonna go with a no, there, but I do got some of the fruit from the island still if you want that.

[ or some of the grape juice wine. ]

Might help take the edge off. Unfortunately, I asked Pesti for a suture kit already this week so I can't stop by and ask for anythin' that might be stronger.

[recession]

That's fine.

[ He's dying. ]

I'll take it.

[concoctive]

[ he will not Touch, since he is miserable, but he'll disappear for a little bit before returning with the fruit. some nice and easy to cut/eat peaches. ]

It helped me, when you gave 'em to me last week. Figure I can return that now.

[recession]

Where have you even been keeping these...

[ At least it seems like he can stomach this. Hooray! But god, his movements are minimal and unsteady. ]

Hurts like crazy -- despite the wound being less.

[concoctive]

In the theater, at first, and then on Monday I went and put 'em in the cold storage of the shop when I figured out what it was for. [ fantasy ye olde figuring out tech. ] I was thinkin' we could turn the theater into a clinic, so I was housin' stuff we could use for treatments there... meant to sun dry the fruit before it got too ripe.

[ please sit down, sir, you will need this. ]

I hope it doesn't stick around for long. Anythin' strange show up, like Rondo's blue light?

[recession]

Oh, the icebox. Smart.

[ Fair enough. Daan didn't keep any around since they just kinda don't have anything in the camp, aside from maybe one or two apples, something that holds better. These changing locations sure are something.

He'd say more about the theatre comment but it also kind of comes with the semantic that it's possible to do that because it's become awfully empty in there and the barn both. And he doesn't want to bring that up right now. ]

Not that I'm aware of, unless you saw something else.

[ There is not. ]

wk 3; wednesday

[concoctive]

Hey, Mr. Daan, real quick -

[ comes to drop this off in your inbox real quick before i forget, since tomorrow is Thursday. ]

Pesti and I visited the dogwood, the one with the person in it, and I wanted to tell you about what I found out in case we needed it and you didn't know yet.

[recession]

You didn't drink the blood, did you...?

[ Please but also hi. ]

[concoctive]

Pesti was there to make sure nothin' happened to me. I promise I don't normally do that kinda thing, but it doesn't mean us any harm. It actually healed me a little when I took a sip.

[recession]

[ He sighs...... ]

At least you did it responsibly. I watched Karlach drink some, but she just ended up hallucinating a philosophical turtle, from what I hear...

[concoctive]

Huh, weird. It was a healin' tonic, for me, and it didn't do anythin' otherwise. I wonder if it varies from person to person..?

[recession]

Were you present to watch Ms. Preaker come back from drinking it on a dare...?

[ IT WAS SO MUCh. ]

My suspicion is that if you don't have an injury to heal, it just ends up causing some other adverse effect instead.

How's the healing potency?

[concoctive]

Oh, gods, is that what happened..?

[ sighs, but he'll reach to unbutton his shirt a bit and peel back to show him the stab wound from the sword. it's looking a little better! ]

Minor, so might be good to collect some of it - I managed to find some alchemical tools, vials and containers and things like that, a few more mortars and pestles. Could at least study its uses if not use it outright for minor injuries or touchups instead of havin' to rely on the swamp.

[recession]

She was dancing uncontrollably for an hour. Objectively worse than a mild and harmless hallucination.

[ AMAZING. He observes this wound. ]

So that's two healing sources then. Not secret either, given Ms. Laudna did kind of just announce it at large... both a good and bad thing.

[ Frickin' Saturdays. ]

Keeping a stock of them isn't a bad idea though, if we're just going to lose access to it by the start of the next week.

[concoctive]

She's got enough goin' on...

[ SIGHS but he prods at the injury a bit, where the necrotic damage is no longer there. ]

That's what I was thinkin'. And I've been collectin' as many plants as I can that can be used medicinally, so hopefully I can get a garden set up, like Aerith was wantin', and concoctin' as many salves and tinctures as I can figure out.

If we don't disturb the dogwood and its resident, I think it should be okay to collect the blood, so long as we thank 'em for it. They just wanna be left in peace - they're takin' care of one another, and I promised I'd tell folks to not cause any problems there.

[recession]

Mm... still creepy, but at least the nice thing about woodland occult is that they do generally tend to leave you alone if you don't bother them first.

[ Why is it always like this? ]

Sounds like a good plan as any. Looks like plants grow abnormally quickly here, which is odd but helpful in our specific cases.

Working hard as always, Mr. Greengrass. Thank Alll-mer we've got someone who can make use of the land.

wk 4; monday

[concoctive]

[ almost put 3 instead of 4. no we're moving on to another terrible week.

but alfyn comes to fetch daan and bring him to the infirmary in the new location, spreading his hands at it and then looking at him. he's trying to give him something to focus on that's not terrible, life altering loss, because marina is a hole in the heart that's never going to heal.

but they have to keep going, anyways. ]

Yesterday, I started movin' stuff around in the theater to make it better suited for a clinic, and maybe also somewhere for all of us to store supplies. And then we get this place poppin' up? It's like it knows.

[recession]

[ We are slowly but surely trucking on... ]

Yeah, but we'll lose this by the end of this week, so can't be moving everything in here even though that'd be the reasonable thing to do.

[ He's looking around. Mentally he's taking inventory of what's present, so his thoughts are just rattling off whatever medical items he can see here and being like well that's nice. ]

[concoctive]

[ lifts daan up onto my shoulders, me personally. ]

It would be, yeah. But we can take the stuff here... and, come Sunday, we can just take all the furniture and stuff out to make sure we don't lose it.

[ there's the mental image of one of the village cabin beds, thinking about where best to put it in the theater, and where these two cots might fit in with it as he follows daan around to investigate. ]