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Farewell Happy Fields!

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What: Aftermath of Anoli Attack: Hospital
Where: Leo Ward - Caduceus Hospital Headquarters
Summary: It is the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies. The injured have been taken to Caduceus Hospital Headquarters, and it is time for reflection, visting, or old-fashioned escapes from the hospital rooms.
Warnings: Mild squick if people want to describe their wounds in explicit detail.

Caduceus Hospital Headquarters. It has a distinguished history within Hinoto-Ri, boasting of a staff of well-trained Healers, as well as possessing the most cutting edge medical technology possible. There was no limb they couldn't reattach, no organ they couldn't replace... - they even claimed to be able to bring someone back from the dead (with the small disclaimer that it could only occur under certain conditions and with an obscene amount of luck).

So needless to say, the hospital was more than well-equipped to deal with the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies.

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Nearly every hospital bed had been filled by an injured patient that night. The A&E room had been in constant chaos, with civilians crying and shouting, searching for loved ones, or demanding to see doctors or healers to help so-and-so...

There had also been plenty of reporters milling about, shouting and crying over the status of the Mayor's Secretary, and whether the Red Lion had really died at the scene, or if he was still alive and well within the safety of the hospital's ICU.

By the time morning broke, there was a false sense of tranquillity within the hospital. The healers had been pushed to their limits with the sheer number of patients being wheeled in and out of surgery, but otherwise, the situation had finally gotten under control. Now, both civilians and visitors were merely waiting for word of the conditions of their injured friends and family...

[Welcome to the winding down of the event! You are now at the hospital, where you may be visiting the injured, or be one of the injured yourself! Those with RED injuries will be in the ICU, and those with YELLOW injures will be in normal wards, for obvious reasons. Those with GREEN injuries wouldn't have had to go to the hospital at all, so they are free to come and go as they wish!

You may all start your threads and mingle!]

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Avitus paused just outside her door to pull another feather out, and then stepped in, quiet. He paused near her bed, realizing she was actually awake after all, and tried giving her a little smile.

"Hi...."

Still facing away from the door, she replies testily, "Honestly, you don't need to change the bandages AGAIN? You only did it in the last..."

She turns around. "Oh. You're certainly not a doctor. Do you need something?" she asks.

"Ah... no," he started, voice quiet, his giant wings sinking a little around him, half retreating from how he'd been loosely hugging himself with them. "I was just going to give you something, if you wanted...?"

He held up the feather -- about fifteen inches long, and six wide, a shiny, round, jet black thing. He ran his fingers over it again briefly, making sure the barbs were all properly locked together, and offered it over to her.

"Where I'm from, the hunters of my clan protect the humans... and so, the humans tend to keep our feathers for good luck and protection. I thought that with everything that's happened, if there was any fortune to be had from a simple feather, it wouldn't hurt."

For being a "simple feather" like he claimed, it was freaking huge.

She blinks. A... gift? This is the second time she's been gifted something with little or nothing expected in return, and it still bewilders her why anybody would even bother. Still, it is a nice feather, and even if she doesn't use it for protection, it might have some interesting alchemical elements to it.

"Well, I suppose I wouldn't begrudge someone giving me something for nothing! I'm QUITE fond of gifts, after all. Ho ho ho!" She's a little better at handling it than she used to be, but you are DEFINITELY in her mental good books now. She takes the feather. "I must say, though, it's quite interesting for you to be giving ME something of all people when I don't even know your name! My, my, if only more people just gave me things."

"I was... ah... making rounds," he admitted, smiling shyly as he took to absently rubbing on one of his nails (claws? talons? they looked like they should be such, but they were cut shorter, like a human's should be....)

"My name is Avitus... and you are?"

"Call me Misery. Resident potion-maker and alchemist. Charmed, I'm sure." She snorts. "Though I cannot say I would have imagined myself laid up like this. I suppose that's what I get for being foolish enough to try and stick my neck out. Oh well, I'll get my own back soon enough."

She's so... CONFIDENT about that.

"...Misery?"

Surely that wasn't her real name? But then, why in the world would one choose such a name for themselves? He tried dismissing the thought; it wasn't especially helpful at the moment.

"You're an alchemist who makes potions? Of what sort, might I ask?" He did seem plenty curious about that -- perhaps he could eventually become a customer of hers?

Or a supplier of reagents, even? Who knew what fun things could be made of a (vampire's) feathers?

((...this smells like potential plotting fodder, somehow. XD ))

"Is there a problem with it? It is my name, after all." She had a different name, once. But it hasn't been relevant. Not for a long time. And either way, it's nobody's business but her own.

"Oh, you know. Healing tonics, cure stones. Little poultices. I've been working on new formulas, though, especially with the ASTOUNDING range of beasts and demons in this place," she replies. "It's quite profitable for an enterprising witch."

He shook his head, dismissing the idea that there was anything wrong with her name. It merely struck him as being highly unusual, that was all.

"I'd imagine it is. And there's a good demand for such here, I assume?" ...asks the Guest who's avoided the Thirteenth Hour as much as he's been able, so far....

"Hmm, demand enough. Not everybody can cast a healing spell at the drop of a hat, you know. And I make some RATHER effective poultices even when they aren't quick fixes." She's nothing if not proud of her work.

"I'm... well aware, yes." His smile turned a bit sad at that. "And not everyone can heal themselves quickly, without aid."

A small sigh, playing with his nail again as he put his wings up around his torso again, hugging himself once more with them. "Have you considered perhaps making those things for this hospital to use as well?"

"I'd be more than willing to offer! If they have the money, of course. I'm a craftswoman, you know. I need to make a living." Charity is a bad word in Misery's vocabulary, it seems.

"I see." He frowned a little to himself at that, thinking. "And... how much have you paid the hospital so far, for what they've done for you?"

Just asking, of course, for curiosity's sake.

"Oh my, are they billing us for this? So much for their esteem for their heroes. Ho ho ho." She snorts. "I haven't received the bill yet, if that's what you're asking. Never mind. I'm sure I'll manage. Somehow."

She either didn't get the hint, or she's being deliberately obtuse. Probably the latter.

Either way, color him unimpressed. ~~But still light blue.~~

"I'm certain you will. If you'll excuse me, then, I'd best be off to check on others. May you have a swift recovery, miss Misery."

He gives her something that looks like a subtle bow, more of a nod than anything, but it gets the point across well enough -- and if she isn't going to stop him, he'll turn and head back out of her room.

That's one of the wonderful things about being free, Avitus. She doesn't have to impress ANYBODY. Not anymore.

"Tra la, then! Do give my regards to the rest of the wounded, hmm? Thank you for the little present." She waves in a somewhat facetiously cheerful manner before turning back to the window, thinking about things.

Farewell Happy Fields!

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