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apocalypsehowcomm2022-09-26 05:35 pm
graveyounglady) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-09-26 05:35 pm
Log - Catch-all for September/October - Open
Who: Mercy Graves & OTA
When: Throughout September and October
Where: Around Gloucester
Summary: Mercy falls asleep in a graveyard, has a look-in on Dogtown's horrors, and is here to help in the Medical Bay.
Warnings: loss of skin, fatigue, hypersomnia
I. An Old, Familiar Tune (max 2, please)
In retrospect, continuing her clandestine graverobbing efforts might have been a mistake. She'd been able to shrug off the music creeping into her ears and her thoughts, even if some of them seemed a rather more sinister version of the things she knows from home. The songs she'd sung with the children in the Abbey and that Granny and the other grown-ups had sung to her and Colm when they'd been very young. Mercy is strong, though. She's awake, and she's not going to let what's going on stop her from continuing her work on the Flophouse. Ms. Ava or no, she's going to get this done.
Until she passes out somewhere in the middle of work. It's the wee hours of the morning when someone wandering by one of the more remote graveyards in Gloucester might notice a filthy young woman who looks a little like she might be crawling out of the half-dug-up grave for how she's fallen.
II. Medical Bay
"What's ailing you, then, cousin?" The question is posed by a smiling Mercy Graves, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and hidden beneath a white handkerchief she keeps over her head. The rest of her outfit is scrubs. Whether the cause of her patient's distress is obvious or not, she's ready to take questions and do what she can. She's technically still in training, but they're letting her have a little more responsibility these days with her efforts. "We got tinctures and tending supplies for all kinds of things."
Or maybe you're one of her colleagues in Medical. Mercy's struggling a bit with the portable ultrasound machine as she tries to help someone complaining of pain in their abdomen. "'Scuse me, Magus"--it's clearly some sort of honorable title for the way she bows her head respectfully when she speaks--"I'm having a right time with this machine. You know anything about checking for kidney stones? Thinking my patients suffering mighty from 'em."
III. Mired Way (closed to Luka)
Mercy might not be part of the Investigations group, technically... but they're all that, and since she'd been the one to spot a young man hopping the Dogtown fence, it feels like her responsibility to deal with it. Luckily, she'd been able to race back to ADI and grab the first person she could see to help out. He looks like a strapping man, and he's one of the doctors in Medical that she's seen, but not worked closely with.
"He hopped over right here, sir. Thanks awful for coming along. I'd go myself, but I know we ain't supposed to, 'specially not with how dangerous it's been of late. Don't think I introduced myself proper 'fore dragging you along. Sister Mercy Graves. I been training in the Medical Bay to be a proper healer... and I figure whoever's fool enough to go in there is gonna need healing."
IV. Wildcard
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When: Throughout September and October
Where: Around Gloucester
Summary: Mercy falls asleep in a graveyard, has a look-in on Dogtown's horrors, and is here to help in the Medical Bay.
Warnings: loss of skin, fatigue, hypersomnia
I. An Old, Familiar Tune (max 2, please)
In retrospect, continuing her clandestine graverobbing efforts might have been a mistake. She'd been able to shrug off the music creeping into her ears and her thoughts, even if some of them seemed a rather more sinister version of the things she knows from home. The songs she'd sung with the children in the Abbey and that Granny and the other grown-ups had sung to her and Colm when they'd been very young. Mercy is strong, though. She's awake, and she's not going to let what's going on stop her from continuing her work on the Flophouse. Ms. Ava or no, she's going to get this done.
Until she passes out somewhere in the middle of work. It's the wee hours of the morning when someone wandering by one of the more remote graveyards in Gloucester might notice a filthy young woman who looks a little like she might be crawling out of the half-dug-up grave for how she's fallen.
II. Medical Bay
"What's ailing you, then, cousin?" The question is posed by a smiling Mercy Graves, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and hidden beneath a white handkerchief she keeps over her head. The rest of her outfit is scrubs. Whether the cause of her patient's distress is obvious or not, she's ready to take questions and do what she can. She's technically still in training, but they're letting her have a little more responsibility these days with her efforts. "We got tinctures and tending supplies for all kinds of things."
Or maybe you're one of her colleagues in Medical. Mercy's struggling a bit with the portable ultrasound machine as she tries to help someone complaining of pain in their abdomen. "'Scuse me, Magus"--it's clearly some sort of honorable title for the way she bows her head respectfully when she speaks--"I'm having a right time with this machine. You know anything about checking for kidney stones? Thinking my patients suffering mighty from 'em."
III. Mired Way (closed to Luka)
Mercy might not be part of the Investigations group, technically... but they're all that, and since she'd been the one to spot a young man hopping the Dogtown fence, it feels like her responsibility to deal with it. Luckily, she'd been able to race back to ADI and grab the first person she could see to help out. He looks like a strapping man, and he's one of the doctors in Medical that she's seen, but not worked closely with.
"He hopped over right here, sir. Thanks awful for coming along. I'd go myself, but I know we ain't supposed to, 'specially not with how dangerous it's been of late. Don't think I introduced myself proper 'fore dragging you along. Sister Mercy Graves. I been training in the Medical Bay to be a proper healer... and I figure whoever's fool enough to go in there is gonna need healing."
IV. Wildcard
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