SCAWWY 😱 daan

[concoctive]

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wk 0; monday

[concoctive]

[ hi daan. were you trying to avoid people today, because of the weekly effect? well, unfortunately for him, alfyn is actually looking for him, and perks up when he spots him in the village. ]

Excuse me! Mr. Daan? I wanted to talk to you about something, if you wouldn't be against it. I saw you were a man of medicine, yourself, so... I thought I'd bring up something to you that Famine said to me yesterday.

[recession]

[ My fucking plurk notifs!! Totters in here. He was indeed trying to avoid people but if he can't do that, he did try to cover up with a blanket. It has middling success at best but he'd take it over zero. ]

...Oh -- Mr. Greengrass, wasn't it. Someone did mention you to me, actually.

[ Hi, nice to meet you. Maybe he'd put out an arm under better circumstances but today is not that kind of day. He does greet him politely enough though. ]

What is it?

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[ denise and plurk hate us. there's a blip of surprise on his face, though. ]

Oh, did they..? I mean, there's forty of us...

[ his sleeves the way they are, they stop partway down and expose his forearms for the dark god and everyone to see. the ink most visible is saving him, but he is resolutely looking at daan's face rather than anywhere else. ]

Famine made a kinda dismissive comment to me yesterday, "make a clinic for all I care," more or less. A good handful of people have been giving me their robes, and I've been working on making them into bandages... and I was planning on talking to Death about seeing if I can't maybe have some plants every now and then from the garden.

So... I was wondering if maybe you would like to figure out a clinic with me, as a fellow healer? Apparently there's monsters out there, nevermind cultists, so it might be worth doing as a just in case kinda thing.

W0, sunday

[recession]

[ HEY WHAT THE HELL. PUBLIC EXECUTION WAS NOT ON THE DOCKET.

Daan is around here somewhere, subtly stressed -- in the way that he's not much to show it outwardly but it's still visible and palpable. ]

-- Is everyone alright?

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[ alfyn's used to people that don't let their emotions fully rise to the surface, so when he sees what is visible of it he gives daan a sympathetic, exhausted look. ]

Saw to Karlach's hand. Lost a couple fingers. Physically? Everybody else's alright, despite the whole - barrier thing. [ the veil around execution fuckin' boiled our blood from the inside out fam THIS WAS NOT A NECESSARY ADDITION ON TOP OF A PUBLIC EXECUTION ] Emotionally? Haaa...

[recession]

Mm. I need to grab the medical kit, I'll see to reattaching them, I managed to get some thread.

[ Thank Alll-fucking-mer he did, because if he didn't have that, her fingers are done for. ]

Just need to make sure nobody is stressed enough to do anything hasty. High emotional tension is probably the last thing we'll want right now... after any more death.

W1, thursday

[recession]

[ Hello what the fuck anyway this is just a post-return pre-curfew check-in, you are resting temporarily in the island houses until you feel better at which point I don't know your curfew life.

Daan is just carving a fruit for him to eat. It can be in silence. ]

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[ this is fine, he will sit with him like a good boy as he reorients himself. he's sitting fairly close, which isn't a side effect of affection week.

at one point, his eyes close and he reaches up to cover his ears with a shaky breath, mumbling: ] S'not real, not real...

[recession]

[ Well, isn't that a familiar sentiment. He glances over at Alfyn, and reaches over, snapping fingers in front of his face. ]

Here, Mr. Greengrass. You're right in that it's not real, stay with me. Have a slice of apple.

W2, monday

[recession]

[ Good day sir! Have we started a bit of a small first aid station yet in the camp? Ignore the outhouse bit I want to forget.

Anyway, before Daan can really say anything, they can get mem-blasted. ]

[concoctive]

[ honestly alfyn is the only one still living in the theater, totty has officially moved out and camille only comes around to be morbid. they can absolutely just use it as a clinic, because it's better than letting the space go to waste.

it is also not an outhouse.

but alfyn opens his mouth to bring this up, and then the shadows come. and he blinks at the memory that washes over them, sympathetic to his boredom but also uncertain of the hollowness. ]

... did you, in the end? [ at the end is the best place to start with his questions, right? ] Respect it I mean.

[recession]

[ Firstly, Daan is quiet when the memory plays.

Second, his expression is dark. Shadowed in a way that's hard to correctly define, because of how seemingly conflicted it is.

Should he be angry? Sad? Grieve? He didn't want to really see his face again right now. ]

...

I'm still here, and he isn't. So.

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.

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[ 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...

wk 3; wednesday

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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. ]

wk 4; monday

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[ 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. ]

wk 4; thursday

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[ pspspsp... carefully coming to check on daan, before curfew rolls around. i was eating dinner so i could not drop this off initially. ]

Mr. Daan..? [ where are you. holding up a water bottle in one hand, and his jar of salve in the other, like offerings. Even if you don't let me help directly, I hope you'll take these... ]

[recession]

[ Pspsps... he's here. He looks slightly better than he did upon immediate CYOA-return, or you think he might? Given he had long sleeves, a mandarin collar, and his whole fringe and all on top of blood, it was hard to see, but it does look like the active bleeding actually has stopped. ]

...

[ He's not doing a great job of actually patching himself up swiftly though, not because he physically can't but because he just doesn't seem to have much of a drive to. He'll glance up when Alfyn enters, and hold a hand out for whichever of those he wants to give Daan first. ]

wk 4; saturday

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[ well.

he still has karlach's blood on his hands, and he's just kneeling there on the ground for a while, before he gets up and heads towards the gay baby jail daan is in. ]

... sorry that I couldn't finish patchin' you up.

[recession]

[ He seems to be vibing. ]

Oh, not a worry. 'Course, would be nice to have some more with me, but I've learned the hard way that the pyre doesn't like to allow for gifts.

W6, wednesday

[recession]

[ I hear you have turned over the theatre like you said you would, so he is there, peering at the interior and how much it's gotten spruced up. ]

I'd say this place has struggled to redeem itself the most, and yet it's still succeeded. Worth commendation if you ask me.

[ WHO SET THIS PLACE ON FIRE AND WHY. ]

wk 7; tuesday

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[ everything happens so much but i'm timing this for a while before the party. alfyn is going to go and find daan, perked. ]

Mr. Daan, can I borrow your help with somethin'..? Rondo said you gave him a trim and I was wonderin' if you'd be willin' to help me out while we caught up.

[recession]

Oh?

[ He looks like he's doing a bit better today, because he isn't cursed with something he hates and he also finally gave himself a trim while at it. He looks neater, less like a shaggy wet cat as people have described him OOCly. ]

Sure, why not. Though I will have to warn you, I'm no proper barber.