Luis Serra Navarro (
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sheep_game2023-09-20 01:42 pm
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THE BABY PARTY
WHO: everyone!!
WHERE: The Rec Room
WHEN: Day 33, around lunchtime
[ Since it is a Daffodil rite, the Daffodils (at least, the ones that are not children who have no idea what they're doing and therefore aren't Tart, the best baby shepherd ever) have set up a little party in the rec room for all the kids and their poor beleaguered adults!
They've set up snacks and pulled out a few games as well as some pillows from the library for naptime and books — including picture books — nearby before putting the word out to others to stop by the rec room around lunchtime. And hey, if they have anything they can bring along, all the better! ]
WHERE: The Rec Room
WHEN: Day 33, around lunchtime
[ Since it is a Daffodil rite, the Daffodils (at least, the ones that are not children who have no idea what they're doing and therefore aren't Tart, the best baby shepherd ever) have set up a little party in the rec room for all the kids and their poor beleaguered adults!
They've set up snacks and pulled out a few games as well as some pillows from the library for naptime and books — including picture books — nearby before putting the word out to others to stop by the rec room around lunchtime. And hey, if they have anything they can bring along, all the better! ]

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But soon enough, he follows, closing the door behind them. ]
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They push back their hood and . . . look a bit like a botched embalming job, frankly. Their skin is grey and waxen, face gaunt. ]
What do you and Miss Apothecary have for pain?
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He considers that for a long moment and.
yeah no let's leave his assistant out of this one. ]
I can mix something up. How bad is it?
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What is the root cause?
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This body is neither fully dead nor fully alive and yet somehow also not even properly undead. I have been told this is both medically and archanically fascinating, but I suppose there’s no accounting for taste.
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[ He takes a step closer to give them a good lookover. ]
I . . . think I can mix up something that will help. I cannot guarantee it given that blood magic is outside of my, ehhh, scholarly learnings shall we say. But I think it has a chance.
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[ we are one medic down already, and Crois has the air about him of a man who enjoyed a prodigious shitshow era. ]
I’ll try whatever you’ve got. There’s precious little that can make it worse.
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Wait here. I'll be back in about . . . thirty minutes. That's all I should need.
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[ they are going to sit stiffly down in a nice chair. Ough augh my connective tissues. ]
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But he returns after that, coming into the library and taking a syringe out of his bag. ]
This was the best that I could come up with.
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Ooh a syringe. Thats behind only ominously glowing potions and “whatever the fuck the psychic mushroom people do” on The Shit That Might Actually Help scale. ]
Let’s run it up the flag pole and see if I’ll salute.
[ rolls up a sleeve for him. When he touches them he will notice them cold and waxy and having a pulse rate well below what should be fatal.
So like. Good luck finding a vein. ]
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So it takes him a moment, but boy. does he find it.
have pokey. ]
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Done this before, have you?
[ The relief isn’t immediate, and there’s no dramatic change to their posture, but after a few moments they do nod. ]
Better. Thank you. Any idea how long it will last?
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[ He pulls it back, putting it away. ]
A few hours. Normally I say half a day but, given your condition, I don't think it will last quite so long.
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Safe bet. Will you be able to make more?
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So if you need any more, please let me know.
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And thank you.
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