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]

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[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.

[hyperlit]

will be.

[That, too, is inevitable. They will fight it for as long as they are able, simply because they can and because it is in their power, but the intricacies of their race - that which would require them to bare themself to her - does not allow for the sort of examination she doubtless has in mind.]

[boundwitch]

Everyone will be dead eventually. That does not mean you should let yourself needlessly suffer now.

[hyperlit]

my choice.

[If there is no cure, that does not mean they will simply give up. But it does mean they will take their own life in their own hands, at their own pacing.]

[boundwitch]

But... I want to help you. [This isn't something she's encountered before, it isn't something she understands. She can help, she's offering her help, why won't this stranger just accept it?]

I can help you.

[hyperlit]

you cannot

[The text, perhaps, does not make it an easy thing to weather. It comes across as clipped, when their reasons are far more personal than that hollow, impersonal method would suggest.]

not your fault

[boundwitch]

[Her reasons are personal as well, and more than that she's not used to being denied anything, and especially not being denied the opportunity to help.]

But I can! [She insists.] I can help you! I don't know enough about you yet, but if you just let me help, I'm sure I can at least reduce your symptoms!