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☤10 (backdated to Sunday afternoon)
[Muraki is in town today. He's paid little heed to what's been happening to the residents, nor does he much care. He has a job to do, and appearances to keep up, and he's set on doing both.
Near the fountain in town, he has several tables and chairs set up, a few of the former being filled with various medical supplies. He flips the journal open as he's sorting through things]
For anyone who cares, the clinic is town has set up a first aid station in the city center. If you are helping with the cleanup and find anyone still injured or trapped, feel free to come here. We could also use supplies such as blankets, ice, and food, or any volunteers that might be willing to help process the patients. If you're so inclined, that is...
[Sheena]
How are you holding up?
[He steps away a moment, pausing to search for the lighter in his pocket, but catches sight of his own reflection in the window.
He thought he'd been clear of it, but it's easy enough to see he's developed stains of his own - small pink spots, resembling sakura petals, trail from the outer corner his eyes and down towards his chest. Muraki frowns, interpreting the meaning.
Over the journal, it's not hard to hear him scoff]
How irritating...
Near the fountain in town, he has several tables and chairs set up, a few of the former being filled with various medical supplies. He flips the journal open as he's sorting through things]
For anyone who cares, the clinic is town has set up a first aid station in the city center. If you are helping with the cleanup and find anyone still injured or trapped, feel free to come here. We could also use supplies such as blankets, ice, and food, or any volunteers that might be willing to help process the patients. If you're so inclined, that is...
[Sheena]
How are you holding up?
[He steps away a moment, pausing to search for the lighter in his pocket, but catches sight of his own reflection in the window.
He thought he'd been clear of it, but it's easy enough to see he's developed stains of his own - small pink spots, resembling sakura petals, trail from the outer corner his eyes and down towards his chest. Muraki frowns, interpreting the meaning.
Over the journal, it's not hard to hear him scoff]
How irritating...
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Yeah. I was worried about wishing for some gels to help people--considering the castle's shape, but they seemed to be okay.
At least the ones I used did.
[A pause.]
How are you doing?
[Sheena]
[An amused hum]
I'm doing fine, though I've had my hands full since the incident. I am sorry I have not had a chance to check in on you.
[Doctor Muraki]
Don't worry about not checking on me, okay? Others needed your help. But [A bit of hesitation]
Are you sure you're all right?
[Sheena]
[Doctor Muraki]
So, it got you, too?
[Her voice is soft; there's only one thing she can think of a doctor could regret: the loss of a patient.]
[Sheena]
It would seem.
[Doctor Muraki]
Oh, Doctor, I'm so sorry.
[Sheena]
I'll be fine. I have too much work now to worry over a few spots.
[Doctor Muraki]
If you're sure; but if you ever want to talk about it, I'll listen.
[Yep. Some of her friends' habits have rubbed off on her. Now if only other ones would.]
[Sheena]
I'll keep that in mind, thank you. It's been a trying few days for us all, yes?
[Doctor Muraki]
Not yet.]
You're welcome. And yes, it has been. Uh, did I thank you for what you did for me?
[ooc: I know it hasn't come up yet, but she will. :D]
[Sheena]
[Doctor Muraki]
[It's just a coincidence she says his name first. Really! (maybe?)]
[Sheena]
[Doctor Muraki]
Gods... I forgot about those...
I really need to thank you, then!
[Sheena]
Thank me by taking care of yourself.
[Doctor Muraki]
I can try.