Day 91 AM [video] Public + Private to Maggie

[burnburnburn]

[Dilandau's lying on the sofa in his living room, holding his arm above his head to film. He's forgone his usual armour-and-diadem getup for a red shirt from the wardrobe. The swelling on his face has gone down, but the bruising has faded into an unattractive yellow]

Kenzi, I've finished that trap. Come to 15 and I'll show you how to set it up. I'll make another once we're sure it works.

[To everyone else, the message seems to end for a moment as he makes a message Private to Maggie]

Maggie, I want to see you later too. I've got questions about those dreams of yours.

[To everyone else, the message appears to start up again as he switches back to a public message.

His expression sours and he pushes his hair off of his forehead, huffing. He's obviously irritated at having to ask something that he feels beneath him]

Is there anything useful to do that doesn't involve heavy labour? I'll even take recommendations for books that won't bore me to sleep if there's nothing to be done. Or Mina, have you found any herbs that'll speed up bone healing since we've spoken?

[He very much doubts that the answer will be 'Yes', but it never hurts to ask.]

Comments

[Video]

[bostonhowler]

Well, with the diner finished, I'm sure the cooks will need help, chopping and stirring and various other things.

If you want, there's a few herbals in the library that I can get for you, if you'd like. I'm not sure how helpful they'll be for bone healing, but they're at least useful?

[She's down at the shore. Fishing! Because she wants fish.]

[Video]

[burnburnburn]

[This is the look of someone whose day has just gotten a bit worse]

And now you're being helpful again? Make up your mind about me, woman, I'm tired of your games.

[Video]

[bostonhowler]

[And this is the look of someone not paying attention.]

I apologized, Mr. Dilandau. And I'd offer to help with your injuries, but you don't seem to want it.

[Video]

[burnburnburn]

[He really hates it when she pulls new swathes of information about herself out like that all of a sudden]

And now you're a secret doctor too?

[Video]

[bostonhowler]

No. Not at all. But I know how painful bone injuries are. I could possibly help with the pain.

[She's not sure. She's never done it for a human before.]

[Video]

[burnburnburn]

[He stares at her for a long moment, considering. If he's able to take advantage he will, but not if it puts him in danger or in her debt]

How? If it involves you jabbing at me with a needle you can stay in your lighthouse.

[Video]

[bostonhowler]

A little bit of faith.

[She's not sure how to describe it. And if it doesn't work... she doesn't want to assure him that it will.]

No jabbing, I promise. I can't promise that it will work. I've only done it once.

[To a cat.]

Re: [Video]

[burnburnburn]

[The thought that Raphael might have a say in granting her faithful prayer gives him pause]

Faith in you or from you? And what happens if it goes wrong?

[Video]

[bostonhowler]

Just faith in something. I have enough faith in my God for both of us.

[She's not sure how to explain it! It's something she's never done with humans before.]

If it goes wrong then nothing happens. You don't get a respite from your pain, and everything goes on as normal. If it goes right, some of the pain should be eased.

[hung_garian]

You can read?

[onteamdyson]

Right now? Right this second? You want me to come over right now?! .... Yeah, okay, sure. Gimme a few!

[Hell yes, free traps! Okay, so it's not totally free, but it doesn't cost money which is pretty dang close to free. Kenzi will be over shortly, knocking excitedly on Dilandau's door.]

[video]

[kore_npc]

[ She looks a little sleep-deprived. ]

Which dream?

[Video]

[burnburnburn]

[He's obviously considering it hard]

What payment do you expect?

[burnburnburn]

I can fly a guymelef, of course I can read. [Bitch]

[Video]

[bostonhowler]

This first time? It's a peace offering. If it works, we can negotiate a price later.

[burnburnburn]

[There's a little delay before he answers the door. It's gratifying to see that much enthusiasm for something he's made. He moves to the side so she can bounce in]

They're in my room. Up the stairs, second on the left. I'll follow you.

[video]

[burnburnburn]

The one with the Sorc-[Wait, no, they use a different word] the scientists.

[Video]

[burnburnburn]

I've got a guest looking at the traps I made. Come over in half an hour and we'll see how it works.

[Video] -> Action

[bostonhowler]

Alright.

[She actually waits 45 minutes, having gotten busy looking at books in the library. She doesn't remember everything from the one marine biology class she took as a filler in her junior year of high school.

Brigid knocks on the door, carrying a couple books in her arms.]

[Video] -> Action

[burnburnburn]

[He answers the door after a few moments. Though his eyes narrow when he first sees her, he smooths his expression into something fairly neutral. He doesn't want her to realise how tense anything medical makes him. He stands aside so she can come in]

Do I need to lie down or can we do this seated?

[bostonhowler]

Whichever makes you more comfortable.

[She steps in and sets her books on a side table. She flexes her hands. It will hopefully work. She wants it to.]

I just need your shirt off.

[burnburnburn]

[He brushes past her and walks to another doorway. He pauses before going through]

I'm not doing this in the hallway. You can put those books on a table in here.

[With that he enters the living room. He's too tense to keep his back to her, so he turns so that he's facing her as he unbuttons his shirt. He leaves it folded neatly on the table before he starts unwinding the bandages around his chest. The bruising here is far deeper than on his face, especially up the left hand side, where there's still a vague outline of a shoeprint among the marks.

Once his torso is bare he sits on the sofa and watches her warily]

[bostonhowler]

[She follows him into the living room. Her books are set quietly on a table, and then she slips off her bomber jacket. Once he's seated, she walks over and crouches in front of him. She flicks her eyes up to his.]

I hope this works.

[Her fingers are cool when they settle against the shoe print. She can feel the pain, the smell surrounds her. Brigid pushes it out of her conscious mind and concentrates.

It's not like accepting the pain from the cat. She remembers the terror and worry that the cat had felt around her. But Dilandau is different. Brigid furrows her brow and concentrates.]

St. Raphael, please guide my hand and my skills so that this works for him. I have no wish to smell anyone in pain... Great Healer guide my abilities.

[The prayer is silent as she stares at her fingers against his skin.]

[video]

[kore_npc]

Oh, yeah. Kind of a recurring nightmare for me. I've been having it for a while.

[ She purses her lips. ]

What--uh--what do you want to know?

[hung_garian]

Oh, well if I'd known you could fly a gummyworm I wouldn't have even bothered asking. My mistake, I stand corrected.

[Dilandau may be getting the impression that there is absolutely no sincerity at all in that 'apology'.]