Ruins Mingle Log!

[ohnehalfte]

Who: Newt Geiszler ohnehalfte and EVERYONE
What: So a bunch of people headed up towards the ruins, so they've got to all run into each other and start to congregate, right???
When: Evening of the mingle log and onwardish.
Where: The Ruins
Warnings: Um...same as the mingle log?



The beach curves up a gentle slope until it meets forest, some manner of building visible through the trees. Further exploration of this area will reveal a dilapidated building of sorts; the architecture is indiscernible to even the most skilled eye. Despite looking as if it has seen better days, there are areas that offer some form of shelter...and who knows what else. Just because it appears uninhabited doesn’t mean you won’t wind up pleasantly, or unpleasantly, surprised.


[ooc: Hey y'all! I thought this might be a good place to start getting larger groups of characters together to do some exploring, settling down, banding together and figuring out rations, etc. Feel free to throw up any threads of your own for specific things like exploration groups, a gathering in the entrance hall, whatever strikes your fancy or that you think your character would organize. Have a party!

Edit: Additionally, there is now an OOC Post for those that want to handwave their character signing up for ruin exploration]

Comments

[boundwitch]

How? [Sieglinde asks, rising to her knees to be a little closer to the stranger (her knees, not her feet, and she doesn't make any attempt to actually move closer).]

I've never seen anything like it before. How are you telling it what to do? I can't hear you speak. Is the pitch of your voice something I cannot hear?

[hyperlit]

cannot speak.

[If they are bothered by the questions, it does not show. They gesture loosely with one gloved hand at the area where their throat must be located, hidden by layers of red cloth.]

it intuits what i mean.

[boundwitch]

I cannot walk. [She says, because when meeting new people it's important to identify similarities and clear up confusion.]

How does it intuit what you mean? Is it magic?

[More real magic??]

[hyperlit]

it is equipment

[That's really all they can say about it. It's part of a drifter's standard loadout, and vital to their survival.]

[But she cannot walk. They have that similarity, then? The Drifter cocks their head to one side at that, curious. They've not encountered anyone else with a sickness like theirs, but if something is sapping the strength from her system...]

sickness?

[boundwitch]

[She huffs, a little bit frustrated at the statement. This person clearly does not know how their own equipment works, and she just knows she won't be allowed to take it apart and look at it more closely (even if she was allowed, she doesn't have the tools).]

No, I... [her old explanation doesn't work anymore. She didn't give up her legs to protect her village, there was never any contract with werewolves.]

Someone hurt my feet. [Her skirt is covering them, as she kneels on the ground, and she doesn't move it away. She doesn't need to show them off in order to explain it.]

He had to, [she adds, quickly] so I am not upset.

Are you ill?

[hyperlit]

[Someone hurt her feet. They cannot be repaired - she will have to make do without. There is no avoiding it, and they will not search for a solution if one does not exist.]

[In any case, she does not sound...bothered about it, exactly. She sounds well-used to issuing that explanation.]

yes.
not contagious.

[boundwitch]

[Whatever sadness or unease she was feeling is forgotten with a potential patient in front of her, and she perks up while moving closer to the blue-skinned stranger.]

What are your symptoms? Have you found a course of treatment that alleviates them?

[hyperlit]

[A shake of their head. They are not the first to be plagued by that illness, though they can hope that they will be the last, with the dissolution of the Immortal Cell that was poisoning the world.]

[Too late, as it were, for them.]

no cure.

[boundwitch]

[A huff of annoyance, hands going to her hips.]

That certainly is not what I asked you. If your doctors believe there is no cure, I may still be able to create one, but even if I cannot I must be able to find something that can slow the progression or reduce the severity of your symptoms.

[hyperlit]

[It is not a matter of not believing there is a cure; it is the matter that none exists. She would be best not squandering her talents on a hopeless case.]

an immortal cell poisons the world and all that inhabit it.
until all is eaten away.

[boundwitch]

I've never heard of anything like that. [Nope, you're not getting away with this. There's a challenge in front of her, and Sieglinde Sullivan has never backed down from a challenge.]

What are your symptoms? Are you feverish? Do you hurt somewhere? Is there a problem with your lungs?

[hyperlit]

[A slow, solemn blink of those beetle-black eyes of theirs, and they seem to acquiesce. There is no harm in explaining it - it is, after all, as stated, not the least bit contagious.]

affects chest, heart, lungs.
generates internal bleeding.
vocal cords could not withstand it.

[boundwitch]

Come here. [She says, imperiously, gesturing the stranger closer. She wants to do a physical exam, despite not having access to any real supplies other than a first aid kit.]

I'm going to examine you.

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter eyes her warily, uncertainty written in the oblique tilt of their stance. "Examine" can mean a lot of things- not all of them good.]

in what sense

[boundwitch]

In a medical sense.

[hyperlit]

[They got that much, yes. But they're still far from reassured. In fact, they've made a decision regarding how they feel about that already.]

no

[boundwitch]

If you do not allow me to examine you, I cannot assist you.

[hyperlit]

did not request assistance.

[That's the long and short of it. They are not curable. And that is the bottom line.]

[boundwitch]

I want to assist you.

[hyperlit]

you cannot.

[They are dying, yes, but that is not the simple extent of it. The fact remains that they already have died, and there is no recovering from it.]

[boundwitch]

Do you think I am unable to help, or do you want to stay sick?

[hyperlit]

already dead

[That's the bottom line, isn't it?]

[They're already dead.]

[boundwitch]

If you were already dead you would not be able to communicate with me.

[hyperlit]

died at home.

[So, the bottom line: no point.]

[boundwitch]

[She crinkles her nose, not quite knowing how to respond to that. Dead doesn't make sense, dead doesn't fit in with what she sees in front of her.]

You're not dead here.