11th Perscription ~ Dictated/Action

[atadiscoverer]

[There's the sounds of a café in the City Royale being broadcast through the journals, someone obviously partaking breakfast out in the city for a change.]

We've been getting a lot of new people showing up injured recently. It makes me think just how bad other worlds get.

[A pause as Carson takes a sip of tea.]

Or Paradisa is getting a wee bit sadistic in it's selection criteria.

((OOC: Open over the journals or in person, happy for people to join him for tea.))

Comments

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[heal_theworld]

I think it was always sadistic, just not in ways we always think of. [She's thinking about her situation.]

Dictacted forever!

[atadiscoverer]

Aye, I suppose that it has been a wee bit sadistic...

[He's also thinking about his own situation.]

[heal_theworld]

[Haha, they're both technically dead and neither of them know it.] Do you think it chooses people on purpose?

[atadiscoverer]

Aye, it's entirely possible...

[He thinks about it.]

Not a single person, from Earth, at least, has a "normal" job. They're always something different...

[heal_theworld]

Everyone from Aselia is connected. I may not have known a few before I came here, but...they all know me, in a way.

[spiritusaequitas]

[breakfast in the town, you say. allow someone to spot you and invite himself to sit down across from you and steal some toast, biting off about half of the slice at once.

Murph doesn't even speak up until his mouth's full. best table manners.]

S'fuckin' uncanny, innit.

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson, meanwhile, is completely unfazed by this, pouring himself some more tea, adding milk and sugar, before looking up as Murph speaks.]

What is?

[Stereotypical? Yes.]

[spiritusaequitas]

Wha' you said about -- [he swallows, and looks around to flag a waitress] -- all the people showin' up. I helped out tha' little girl ...

Yeah, mornin'. [flashes her a smile] Can I get a cuppa coffee? Thanks ...

... an' then there was this other woman out on th' lawn all covered in blood, but she was barely hurt t'all. [and Roc, but -- well ... traumatic memories, he isn't quite ready to go there yet]

[atadiscoverer]

Aye. It seems the castle's getting worse when picking new residents. I thought my entrance was bad...

[He sighs, taking a sip of the tea.]

Still, what can we do about it?

[squartatore]

I think you're right -- I remember hearing new arrivals who even thought they'd ended up in the afterlife.

[she says it almost casually, as though she hadn't assumed the same upon her own arrival :\ the trend is certainly disturbing, though]

[atadiscoverer]

Aye, and it only seems to be getting more and more common.

[squartatore]

Dragging in dead and half-dead people? I don't get what it'll accomplish.

[atadiscoverer]

It looks to be aiming for the trauma angle if you ask me.

[deterrence]

And here I expected at least a handful to mention exactly how bad things were when they left off. [can't for the life of her -- pun unintended -- understand the mentality behind that, but hey, it happens all the time!]

[atadiscoverer]

I find there's no point. It seems that everyone has their hardships, makes no sense to burden others with them unecessarily, aye?

[deterrence]

Indeed. Besides, if I were to be going back to get mortally wounded, raising a big fuss would be the last thing on my mind.

[whether that applies for others, though...who knows]

[atadiscoverer]

Aye, I agree.

[Because he believes that he is.]

action

[both_neither]

[Speaking of people who showed up injured, here's one walking in now]

Morning doctor.

All the action!

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson looks up from his journal and smiles.]

Gren, aye? Good morning. How are you?

[He's always happy to see old patients. Especially if they aren't injured again.]

Join me, if you want.

[He motions to the free chair.]

[both_neither]

[Gren nods and slides into the seat]

I'm doing good. Nice to see a friendly face. What brings you into town?

[atadiscoverer]

I thought a wee change of scenery would do me some good. I've not gotten out of the castle as much as I should have.

[He offers forward the teapot.]

Would you like some?

Let's go with action! :>

[helljumper]

I'd go with sadistic.

[It's a passing comment, as he's already moving to sit at the table nearest to Carson, before tugging off his helmet. Mostly so he could take a sip from his own cup.]

Hey, doctor. Haven't seen you in awhile.

All the action!

[atadiscoverer]

[His memory flips a card.]

No, I haven't seen you either, Rookie. Been on a loss?

And, aye, I'll agree that it's getting a wee bit worse.

[helljumper]

No. Nothing like that, just haven't been getting out much.

[Though that's starting to change a little. He's been making a point to wander into town a lot more lately.]

But I suppose it's not much of a surprise. Lot of people who are here already come from pretty tough backgrounds.

[atadiscoverer]

Aye, me too. I thought breakfast in the city would be a nice wee change.

[And it was! He was getting to speak to quite a few people. Nothing like a good bit of breakfast conversation.]

Aye, which makes me wonder about who the castle chooses. We don't have anyone here that can be considered 'normal.'