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kore_logs2012-11-24 02:33 pm
primogen_vampirate) wrote in kore_logs2012-11-24 02:33 pm
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A toast to that invincible bunch, the dinosaurs surviving the crunch [OPEN]
WHO Mina and OPEN
WHAT Dealing with massive amounts of owwie
WHERE The pharmacy/clinic
WHEN Evening, Day 13
NOTES Multiple threads and threadjacking welcome and encouraged
WARNINGS Blood and medical stuff, most likely
Mina rarely indulged in sloth. Despite all appearances, it was her least favorite of the Seven Deadly. But after the whole disaster with the box, she gave herself an entire day and night just to stay in bed. She didn't rest. Not much. For the most part, she lay there stewing in her own juices. But at least her body had a chance to recover.
Slightly.
The problem with a limited blood supply was that she had to ration how much blood she used to heal her wounds. And so it was practicality, not the Masquerade, that left her to wake up still lacerated and bruised the next night.
Feeling sulky and bitter, she dragged herself out of bed. She didn't bother pulling on her suit, as she had absolutely no intention of speaking with anyone. Instead, she pulled on an oversized, button-down shirt she'd found in the closet of the master bedroom. Slipping into a pair of boots, she made her way out the door, crossing the sleepy, little village. She didn't particularly care about the wolves. At this point, she was just as likely to eat them as ignore them. But none gave her much bother as she made her way into the clinic.
It was beneath her dignity. Far beneath her dignity. But once inside, she peeled off her shirt. Dressed only in her unmentionables and her boots, she sat down on a cot that she had set up against the far wall, taking out a suture set. Gritting her teeth, she started to stitch up the slashes along her arm.
WHAT Dealing with massive amounts of owwie
WHERE The pharmacy/clinic
WHEN Evening, Day 13
NOTES Multiple threads and threadjacking welcome and encouraged
WARNINGS Blood and medical stuff, most likely
Mina rarely indulged in sloth. Despite all appearances, it was her least favorite of the Seven Deadly. But after the whole disaster with the box, she gave herself an entire day and night just to stay in bed. She didn't rest. Not much. For the most part, she lay there stewing in her own juices. But at least her body had a chance to recover.
Slightly.
The problem with a limited blood supply was that she had to ration how much blood she used to heal her wounds. And so it was practicality, not the Masquerade, that left her to wake up still lacerated and bruised the next night.
Feeling sulky and bitter, she dragged herself out of bed. She didn't bother pulling on her suit, as she had absolutely no intention of speaking with anyone. Instead, she pulled on an oversized, button-down shirt she'd found in the closet of the master bedroom. Slipping into a pair of boots, she made her way out the door, crossing the sleepy, little village. She didn't particularly care about the wolves. At this point, she was just as likely to eat them as ignore them. But none gave her much bother as she made her way into the clinic.
It was beneath her dignity. Far beneath her dignity. But once inside, she peeled off her shirt. Dressed only in her unmentionables and her boots, she sat down on a cot that she had set up against the far wall, taking out a suture set. Gritting her teeth, she started to stitch up the slashes along her arm.
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Lydia smiles at the proposal. Trust would take time, but so far? She liked Mina. She was like Bruce in not treating her like a child and talking to her without dumbing things down. Spending time with her would be a welcome escape from the high male population currently living in her house.
"I'd actually really like that. Are you looking for volunteers around here? I wouldn't mind learning a thing or two about first aid." It's actually almost imperative that she does at this point.
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There was just something about him...
Well, progeny or not, if there was one thing Mina was good at, it was teaching young girls. She'd come to view Jacqueline, Rosa, and Veronica very much as her own kith and kin. If Lydia was added to that list, so be it.
"I'm sure we would be more than happy for the extra help," she said.
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Bruce had taken on more of a mentoring role, much to Lydia's surprise. And... she seemed to have some infuriating mass of confused attraction for someone else. If she'd be fawning over Bruce at all, it's because she wasn't used to having someone actually understand as well as he did.
"He's all yours. Like I said, I'm not a threat."
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Tom had been quite good at that.
But Tom, like most of her life, it seemed, had been a lie.
She shook the thoughts from her mind. "Tell me more about yourself, Lydia. All I know has come from him and men are always so unreliable. I don't even know where you're from."
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Hmm. Personal information. Only three people really had that privilege, and she wasn't so sure that one of them deserved it. She still had her secrets, but they had a lot of the details.
But it's not like she was prying. She was asking. There's a difference.
"I'm from California. There's not much to tell unless you're interested in high school drama, designer clothes, and my dog." A lie. Self preservation, right? It helps that Lydia still doesn't exactly know what she is.
"What about you? Where are you from?"
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From what she'd heard of California in the future, she wasn't sure she wanted to know more anyway.
"I was born in Devon County, England. But I've spent most of my life in America." She paused a moment. "And what do you mean by 'switch over'? I'm not a sapphist, if that's what you're asking."
Why did they always ask her that?