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enarms) & various & you!
What: Plague-time shenanigans. A plot duration catch-all.
When: October!
Where: The Sanctuary, the station, peoples' homes, the institute maybe, etc.
Warning(s): Sickness! Talk about the political climate they've landed in/warfare/general nastiness perhaps eventually. will update as necessary!
sanctuary
i (a) : [ in the Sanctuary, John's a fluctuating presence - but when he is there, he's good to patients, does his best to build some sort of rapport. mostly it's because beyond the standard checks and swapping of the cooling cloths and easing of the aches and shivers that come along with this damned thing, there's nothing else he can do. it does mean that out on the clinic floor the oftentimes difficult doctor is doing his best to share smiles and laughs with lucid patients. if you're in here for the long haul, chances are Doctor Watson's coming over to check on you. feel free to crack a joke, he'll probably laugh. ]
i (b) : [ but the ward floor isn't the only place to be in the Sanctuary, and John can sometimes be found in staff only areas looking a lot less optimistic than he tries his best to look for the ever increasing masses of people struggling their way through this infection. tired, chased, expression set into a solemn mask as he tries to think sense into the things he knows, or work out what to do next.
sometimes he's stamping hurried messages into his phone, sometimes he's staring at walls as he waits for a kettle to boil, but chances are good if you approach him in one of these pensive, frowning moments you'll get a bit more out of him than you would from the smiling man on his rounds. ]
out and about
ii : [ ever since John woke up one afternoon to the news of an attack in the busy morning marketplace, he's been on the go. from his place to the Sanctuary, the Sanctuary to the Institute, the Institute to wherever he's needed, he's barely stopped. you might find him now, in a moment of inevitable exhaustion, perched on a wall or a step or somewhere else not built for sitting with his doctor's pack full of supplies strapped firmly to his back, water bottle in his (gloved) hand and close to spilling or phone in his hand and close to falling as he drifts somewhere between sleep and waking. ]
iii : [ at semi-regular intervals, John arrives at the Institute to deliver a new collection of samples from patients freshly arrived to keep the people investigating this illness up to date with the most current forms of the infection. approach him to collect the most recent batch? stop him for an update on how things are at the Sanctuary? want to share some information with him from your most recent findings (he always asks upon delivery, you may have noticed by now)? ]
iv : [ at one point, after a trip up to the station, John's giving himself five minutes to actually stop, sit down, and eat something. you can find him at a table in the mess hall, avoiding the instinct to rush through eating the bowl of stew and bread he's collected for himself. the last thing he needs right at this particular moment is indigestion. join him? ]
wildcard/build your own adventure : [ he's travelling around basically all over the place, including:
the station
the institute
around town in search of DISEASE PEDLARS WHO DOES THIS
the residential areas to help refugees who haven't gone to the Sanctuary
so there's every chance that you may bump into a doctor kitted up with a mask, gloves and a bag full of medical supplies (or, sometimes, samples from infected individuals) anywhere you might happen to be. ]
[ ooc: more prompts may follow!! but if you want something specific, feel free to leave me your own starter or come and plot either in a PM or at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
enarms! or! if your character would contact a doctor (or John specifically), feel free to hop into John's inbox and we'll hash something out icly that way! his contact info is publicly available via the network and he's actively invited people to use it so feel free! ]
enarms) & various & you!What: Plague-time shenanigans. A plot duration catch-all.
When: October!
Where: The Sanctuary, the station, peoples' homes, the institute maybe, etc.
Warning(s): Sickness! Talk about the political climate they've landed in/warfare/general nastiness perhaps eventually. will update as necessary!
sanctuary
i (a) : [ in the Sanctuary, John's a fluctuating presence - but when he is there, he's good to patients, does his best to build some sort of rapport. mostly it's because beyond the standard checks and swapping of the cooling cloths and easing of the aches and shivers that come along with this damned thing, there's nothing else he can do. it does mean that out on the clinic floor the oftentimes difficult doctor is doing his best to share smiles and laughs with lucid patients. if you're in here for the long haul, chances are Doctor Watson's coming over to check on you. feel free to crack a joke, he'll probably laugh. ]
i (b) : [ but the ward floor isn't the only place to be in the Sanctuary, and John can sometimes be found in staff only areas looking a lot less optimistic than he tries his best to look for the ever increasing masses of people struggling their way through this infection. tired, chased, expression set into a solemn mask as he tries to think sense into the things he knows, or work out what to do next.
sometimes he's stamping hurried messages into his phone, sometimes he's staring at walls as he waits for a kettle to boil, but chances are good if you approach him in one of these pensive, frowning moments you'll get a bit more out of him than you would from the smiling man on his rounds. ]
out and about
ii : [ ever since John woke up one afternoon to the news of an attack in the busy morning marketplace, he's been on the go. from his place to the Sanctuary, the Sanctuary to the Institute, the Institute to wherever he's needed, he's barely stopped. you might find him now, in a moment of inevitable exhaustion, perched on a wall or a step or somewhere else not built for sitting with his doctor's pack full of supplies strapped firmly to his back, water bottle in his (gloved) hand and close to spilling or phone in his hand and close to falling as he drifts somewhere between sleep and waking. ]
iii : [ at semi-regular intervals, John arrives at the Institute to deliver a new collection of samples from patients freshly arrived to keep the people investigating this illness up to date with the most current forms of the infection. approach him to collect the most recent batch? stop him for an update on how things are at the Sanctuary? want to share some information with him from your most recent findings (he always asks upon delivery, you may have noticed by now)? ]
iv : [ at one point, after a trip up to the station, John's giving himself five minutes to actually stop, sit down, and eat something. you can find him at a table in the mess hall, avoiding the instinct to rush through eating the bowl of stew and bread he's collected for himself. the last thing he needs right at this particular moment is indigestion. join him? ]
wildcard/build your own adventure : [ he's travelling around basically all over the place, including:
the station
the institute
around town in search of DISEASE PEDLARS WHO DOES THIS
the residential areas to help refugees who haven't gone to the Sanctuary
so there's every chance that you may bump into a doctor kitted up with a mask, gloves and a bag full of medical supplies (or, sometimes, samples from infected individuals) anywhere you might happen to be. ]
[ ooc: more prompts may follow!! but if you want something specific, feel free to leave me your own starter or come and plot either in a PM or at
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[ she knows, John, that's why she asked. meanwhile, he reaches up to pat twice at the hand on his shoulder in acknowledgement. somebody's distracted, if he's making no efforts to not behave like an old man. ]
Hi. How're you? Doing alright?
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[Smiling, she sits next to him with a soft groan. That's how she's doing. Her back and legs ache. Once, she worked tirelessly on a war field, pulling long hours that stretched into days at times. But she was also some years younger. Even Prestonpans didn't have her this sore. Then, all she needed to do was sew the wounds, amputate what couldn't be saved, or close the eyes of men passed. This sickness was something else.]
Hanging in there. Can I grab you anything?
[Before her muscles truly relax and she can't get up again.]
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[ he says, also having no intention to move anywhere for at least the next few minutes. he'll return the offer her way in a minute - for now, just a quiet moment and some company is a luxury not to be wasted. ]
Still haven't managed to track down whoever it is that's responsible for selling. Got a list of suspects from the Institute side now, but nothing concrete so far. Bloody mess, eh?
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No kidding. I thought our arrival was bad, but this is getting there.
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Yeah. I pity the poor sods who got a beach party in place of sudden fall from a great height, imagine the whiplash.
[ see also: lucky bastards. ]
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[She's just worried about the patients getting worse. She rubs her temple, deciding to voice the thought now that they're out of earshot of anyone else.]
They're only getting worse.
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[ he hadn't heard, somehow, between being busy at work before all this and, now that he's in her company, the obvious distraction of all this mess.
but there's a more solemn subject to dwell on now, and John can't just brush it off. his head lowers, shakes out a short series of nods. ]
Yeah. Yeah. [ and then, ] I knew they would.
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[Claire's kept a tight leash on him until now. There's been a lot she's had to tell him, catch him up on, and she had the unfortunate timing of doing that right before all this began. She's hardly had a chance to check in on him.
Later. She'll do that later.]
Not one person has improved.
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but for now, she's not wrong. and that's a tiring thing to know, as a medic, let alone to discuss. ]
I know. [ God. ] It's familiar. That's the shit part. The symptoms make sense and they should be treatable but they don't add up the way they should. And we're no closer...
[ no closer to finding out what they do add up to, really. and now, new symptoms, slow but sure. ]
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[That, or they continue to worsen until... well. They can't get any worse.]
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a moment of quiet from John. mulling that over. when he decides there's nothing else to be said, his hand lands over Claire's and he gives it a squeeze - then forces himself up to standing. ] Tea? I'm having. Think there might even be some stew about if you're hungry.
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You go get the tea and I'll get us some stew. I think we could do with both.
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Yeah, alright. Milk, sugar?
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[Because. Healthy.]
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