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Mercy Graves ([personal profile] graveyounglady) wrote in [community profile] 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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cuttypie: (Neutral - speak to a few)

[personal profile] cuttypie 2022-10-01 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
“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.”
cuttypie: (Neutral - calamity)

cw: mention of child soldiers/child death

[personal profile] cuttypie 2022-10-01 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
“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.
cuttypie: (Neutral - the pangs of despised love)

[personal profile] cuttypie 2022-10-01 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
“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.