Log - Catch-all for September/October - Open

[graveyounglady]

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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[cuttypie]

"I think you might like emergency medicine, if you like all kinds. That's my specialty. We cover a bit of everything, even a little surgery."

That's...probably the world's worst protective fence, he frowns, as he reaches up to climb it, practically leaping over it like a deer since he's so tall.

"You must show me your potions and salves, I'm very curious. Sometimes those can work better than produced pharmaceuticals, honestly. I used to work in a very rural area where we could not get many supplies, so this is of interest to me."

[graveyounglady]

"Oh, yeah? You mean like what we seen in Wolf Pen? That felt more like home than a lot of the places I seen here, honestly. More spread out than I'm used, to, though. But the mountains and the trees... those were nice to see again." She offers him a brief smile before turning her attention to these woods and what they might hold. Her eyes are on branches and-

"There. Think I'm seeing where they charged through the trees. Broken branches." She'll start leading the way. "Emergency medicine sounds like it's right where I wanna be. How'd you get into that?"

[cuttypie]

“Even more rural than that. There was a war going on too, and they needed doctors to help the people who were very poor.”

He smiles in return. “My home in Croatia was like that, before I moved to the United States. It’s very beautiful, by the ocean.”

He nods at the broken branches, turning a bit more serious.

“I think so, too. And if you’re interested, I can teach you some things. When we go to med school, and graduate to be doctors, we can choose a specialty. I like…I guess I like things to be interesting. Fast-paced, maybe. And you have to be able to assess a patient quickly, even if they can’t tell you what’s wrong.”

cw: mention of child soldiers/child death

[graveyounglady]

"That's... that'd be helpful, aye." Mercy's expression shifts to a concerned frown. "We got wars waging with the Sidbutian Empire back home. They got all sorts on the battlefront. One of my friends was a soldier soon as could get him firing a handheld drag-" She pauses because there are specific words for it here. "A gun. Rifle? Can't say I'm too familiar with all that.

"I work better smacking folk with a shovel or sticking 'em my dirk." She pats her side as she says this where Luka might note there's a long handle sticking up out of the jacket she has tied around her waist as some measure of disguise for the weapon.

cw: mention of child soldiers/child death

[cuttypie]

“That’s what happens,” he says quietly, his tone turning more somber. “Some of the people who attacked us at the clinic weren’t much more than children. And they killed many.”

He notes the weapon, and nods a bit sheepishly.

“I didn’t think to bring anything.”

Most of the time he can handle himself just fine with his fists, words, or now…a little help from an Entity.

[graveyounglady]

"I'll keep you safe, sir. Fighting's not a job for everyone." And he doesn't seem as soft as some of her colleagues here, but the fact he'd go anywhere without a weapon is telling in her mind. "Hopefully, we won't need that, mind. Look there." She points to some crushed leaves. I don't think our man went real far into here. Means we probably won't, either, with as fresh as this trail is."

[cuttypie]

“Oh! I can fight, if it comes down to it,” he says just as sheepishly, holding his hands up. “I’m not so bad at it. But you’ll have to show me your skills sometime, I practiced a little fencing in college.”

When he was acting, of course.

“You’re right.”

That looks pretty fresh, and he ducks his head through some brush, looking around. “I don’t hear anything just yet, but perhaps…”

Then again, they were in Dogtown. He’s honestly expecting something awful to happen any moment now.

cw: mention of dismemberment, body horror

[graveyounglady]

"You think we oughta be hollering for them?" she wonders. "I was just worried about attracting attention for things we didn't want to talk to. There's them hand critters not long ago, and then a long while back, there was pig-men trapping folks and pulling 'em apart."