Present Log - May 4 - Ralvyn and JiruynoJiru is in the Infirmary looking to steal some vervain while nobody is watching. Ral is not a total idiot.Gift OOC: Okay hmmm. How would he get in there without his guards, I wonder.
Tua OOC: hmmmmm. Maybe the guards are like... waiting outside the door or something?
Gift OOC: That would work.
Gift OOC: lmfao jiru made a plea bargain. promised that if they gave him female guards and removed his chain, he would stop molesting them.
Tua OOC: XDDDDD
Gift: "*very attractive prisoner wandering through the Infirmary like he owns the place*"
Tua: "*...in shackles. in shackles. whoa whoa whoa okay um what.* Ah, excuse me... *Ral is not actually approaching, just making his presence known. Also hoping that there are guards nearby."
Gift: "Hmm? *he'll stop, sure. ohh....who is this? apprentice's knots, anxious demeanour....faranth help him, this is temptation incarnate* Ah...yes?"
Tua: "*Ral is trying his hardest to look stern. Unfortunately, 'stern' does not go well with Ral's face and overall demeanor.* What are you doing in here?"
Gift: "Looking for a healer. I'm deathly ill, you see. *easy drawl. he's not making an effort to lie charmingly, or even convincingly, but his deadpan is usually sufficient*"
Tua: "I see. *he is making the
face now. a prisoner is mocking him. no fair, prisoner.* Well, you've found a healer, at any rate. Where are your guards?"
Gift: "Oh, what luck. *perfectly charming tone of voice...unfortunately paired with one of his awful smiles* They're outside. The illness is of a rather...sensitive nature."
Tua: "*Ral isn't believing a word of this wherrydung. But he'll play along for now.* What seems to be the problem?"
Gift: "*pff he'll list off bullshit symptoms of some horrifying personal disease. what a charming plaything*"
Tua: "*INCREDIBLY SKEPTICAL LOOK.* ...Right. Maybe I should just call those guards in, then..."
Gift: "Oh, that won't be necessary, my dea- *interrupted by some detox patient freaking out. expression goes from mocking to disgusted*"
Tua: "*Ral flinches. He reluctantly goes over to help the poor sonofabitch, but Jiru probably can't help but notice that moment of intense dismay.*"
Gift: "*oh that was remarkably easy, and he'll palm the verbena he was looking for while Ral is busy and be back, sitting on a cot, in time for Ral to return*"
Tua: "*Ral does not cuss out loud. but he is almost certainly thinking rude things. Once that's been sorted out, he half-remembers about Jiru and comes back over to make sure he's not casing the joint.*
If you're just here to get the guards off your back, I won't turn you in... but don't cause trouble."
Gift: "Filthy habit, Dust. *remarks lightly* Turning men into animals."
Tua: "*speculative look at Jiru. shrugs.* Once they're hooked, they're hooked. I can understand that. What I don't understand is why anyone would start on it to begin with."
Gift: "I don't envy you, forced to pander to addicts."
Tua: "Better to have them here in Warden's than out in the world."
Gift: "Mm. Indeed. *pensive look for a moment, then glances at Ralvyn and smiles* How long have you been a healer?"
Tua: "Officially, I've been an apprentice for five turns. Seven, if you count helping around an infirmary."
Gift: "*nods and watches Ral thoughtfully for a bit* How did you end up here?"
Tua: "I followed the Master Dragonhealer here. You've heard of the new dragon colors, I'm sure."
Gift: "A bit. I am less informed than I would like to be. *soft sigh* So she is here to study the dragons and you are stuck working with the lowest of humans. *pointed glance back toward the quarantine section*"
Tua: "*frowns* That's not true. I'm here to help her. It's just that... well, the infirmary always needs more spare hands. And I like to be helpful."
Gift: "Ahh. *understanding nod* Good of you, to do that."
Tua: "*granted, he WOULD like to get out of here more often and spend more time with the actual weyrlings... but good luck with that one.*"
Gift: "If you're an apprentice dragonhealer, you ought to be working with dragons, not Dusters. *this is ridiculously easy*"
Tua: ">[ Don't you have something better to be doing than sitting in here bothering me while I work?"
Gift: "I suppose I could sit in my cell again. *slight smile* But isn't talking to me better than holding some addict's hair back while he vomits? *something about the way he talks suggests experience with this very thing*"
Tua: ".... *very thoughtful* You used to be a healer."
Gift: "I did. *slight smile* And then dusters ruined my practice."
Tua: "So how'd you end up in here?"
Gift: "A series of unfortunate accidents."
Tua: "What kind of accidents?"
Gift: "I'm not a muderer, if that's what you mean. *pauses* I had a private practice. One of my apprentices was ill and refused to see a mindhealer. My other apprentice found him the morning he hanged himself. *pauses to formulate the rest of the story, glancing down at his hands and swallowing hard* We quarrelled. He blamed me for his friend's death. And then an addict I treated died of an overdose. My apprentice went to the watch. Claimed the deaths were my responsibility. And here I am."
Tua: "*Ral just... goes very quiet. DON'T BELIEVE THE PSYCHOPATH, RAL. THAT IS A POOR LIFE DECISION.*"
Gift: "Ah, don't pity me. *reaches up and touches his face gently. RAL, YOU MADE BAD LIFE DECISIONS*"
Tua: "*WHOA WHOA WHOA OKAY BACKING UP NOW. TOUCHING ISN'T ALL RIGHT.*"
Gift: "You remind me of him. My apprentice. *soft voice* He was much like you. *there is something about his tone that is a bit weird*"
Tua: "*he sort of knocked everything over on the table, shards. hastily putting it all back* ...Which one? *AGAIN WITH THE ASKING THE QUESTIONS YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW*"
Gift: "*stands up and turns toward the door. glances over his shoulder at Ral. HORRIbLE SMILE* The one who didn't live to sell me out."
Tua: "*RAL IS LEAVING. IS THERE ANOTHER EXIT TO THS ROOM THAT JIRU ISN'T STANDING IN FRONT OF? BECAUSE IF SO HE IS USING IT.*"
Gift: "*Jiru is on his way out as well. ahhhhhhh today has been a much better day than the past few weeks*"
Tua: "*OH FARANTH OH FARANTH GOING TO GO HIDE UNDER LANAKIRENE'S DESK NOW.*"
face now. a prisoner is mocking him. no fair, prisoner.* Well, you've found a healer, at any rate. Where are your guards?"