GLoG 91

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Ah. My mistake. You just look similar." Not related at all? Strange. Cerridwen thought for sure a familial relation would explain the request.

She spends a moment examining Cass' clothes. Huh. They really don't look like they come off. "Yeah, we do. We keep some in here and underground for certain emergencies that require the quick and destructive removal of clothing. They're warm and comfortable, but won't be the most fashionable. I'll be happy to give you some of my clothes if you want something you can wear in public." The catgirl steps over to a surgical cart and pulls out some hefty looking scissors, designed pretty much solely for cutting cloth away from injured areas. "Do you wish to do this yourself or do you want me to?"

[Ashen Lilies]

[Infirmary]

"Uh... if you could retrieve the clothes, I can do this myself. In private." She says, looking slightly uncomfortable.

Also on the list of things Geneviève failed to include - underwear!

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Of course. Just hold the scissors tight. They can a little finicky." Cerridwen hands the tool over and heads around the curtain to the infirmary storeroom to dig out some clothes. Once she has them she'll return and slide them under the curtain, maybe sneaking the slightest of peeks before stepping to one side and waiting for Cass to indicate she's ready.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Infirmary]


Cassandra manages to handle the difficult enough task of using a pair of scissors. She's careful to cause minimal damage to the jacket while removing it. It's a nice enough jacket - if it could have some actual fastenings placed on it. If Cerridwen sneaks a peak, she doesn't notice, and puts on the nondescript clothing.

"Thanks."

[Zefir]

[On Grounds]

The nameless guy still walks around the ground. His sandwitch half done as he walks around. While he keeps on walking, he heads closer to the forest and into it if nothing stops him.

[Recaiden]

"Well then I go make myself a sandwich and take a walk around." The nameless man says. "I won't leave the ground so, if there is anything you want to ask me after you have talked to the catgirl, I'm sure you find me."

And so he goes making himself a sandwich. A very simple one with just butter and salami. He heads outside with no real goal. He could meet up with anyone anywhere.

The nameless guy still walks around the ground. His sandwich half done as he walks around. While he keeps on walking, he heads closer to the forest and into it if nothing stops him.

"Hi!"
That would seem to be someone to stop him. Anchor is walking on her own two feet now and seems to have been wandering the camp aimlessly. Until now, when she spotted the nameless man and gave him a wave.
"How is the League doing?"

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

The clothes are rather drab gray sweat clothes best suited for jogging. A good choice if Cass wants to run away from Geneviève.

"No problem," Cerridwen says, re-entering. "Let's get started." She grabs a sphygmomanometer and begins the physical.

[Zefir]

"Hi!"
That would seem to be someone to stop him. Anchor is walking on her own two feet now and seems to have been wandering the camp aimlessly. Until now, when she spotted the nameless man and gave him a wave.
"How is the League doing?"

The man turns around. "Hi." he calls back.
Then he takes a look at the cabins and other buildings on the ground. No building is on fire or seems broken so he replies: "Fine, I guess. Unless you mean another League I should know of."

[Murkus]

[EXERCISES!]

Iknika snorts.

"It has less to do with mercy and more with the fact that goblins who are pressed into service are pretty dreadful at anything but catching arrows." She pauses. "Those exercises were... harder than I'd expected. But I want to keep at it."

"Yes, see? Merciful," Eschelle leans toward Iknika to say, and chortles. "I'm more happy to hear it than you understand, apprentice mine. Now rest. Eat a good deal of meat, and drink at least twice as much water as you normally might." Eschelle opens her hand toward the camp, at which they've doubtlessly arrived by now. "I'll be back the day after the next, if that does suit you, dear heart."

[Ashen Lilies]

[Infirmary]

The clothes are rather drab gray sweat clothes best suited for jogging. A good choice if Cass wants to run away from Geneviève.

"No problem," Cerridwen says, re-entering. "Let's get started." She grabs a sphygmomanometer and begins the physical.

[Infirmary]

Cass finds the gray sweat clothes rather welcome at the moment. Especially if they're baggy enough to hide her curves and other feminine attributes. Cerridwen isn't that subtle. Plus the color, like, totally matches her eyes!

Cerridwen will find the results of Cass' physical examination, in so far as her player wishes to gloss over it and not focus on any points in particular, to be astonishingly excellent. Amazing, even. She tested positive for everything!

[Recaiden]

The man turns around. "Hi." he calls back.
Then he takes a look at the cabins and other buildings on the ground. No building is on fire or seems broken so he replies: "Fine, I guess. Unless you mean another League I should know of."

Anchor giggles at what a thorough answer that was.
"I meant this one, the Good League of Good. I've been away for a good while now - actually I don't think I met you before. I mean-uhm-I hope I didn't just forget."
"I'm 'Anchor'. Nice to see you."

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

Can't go wrong with matching the eyes.

Perhaps the only thing of note during the physical are questions as to what Cass' smoking, eating, and drinking habits are. "Well, in so far as I can tell you are in excellent shape." Especially compared to that last guy whom she was half ready to announce the time of death at any moment.

"You should probably stay the course and keep doing what you're doing. Was there anything in particular you were concerned about?" Sometimes a patient will make you do a whole physical when really it's just about some lower back pain.

[Zefir]

Anchor giggles at what a thorough answer that was.
"I meant this one, the Good League of Good. I've been away for a good while now - actually I don't think I met you before. I mean-uhm-I hope I didn't just forget."
"I'm 'Anchor'. Nice to see you."

"Nice to meet you, too." the man says. "I don't think we could have met. I'm here for a few days."

[Recaiden]

"Oh, excellent." She hadn't forgotten.
"What are you here for?"

[Ashen Lilies]

[Infirmary]

Can't go wrong with matching the eyes.

Perhaps the only thing of note during the physical are questions as to what Cass' smoking, eating, and drinking habits are. "Well, in so far as I can tell you are in excellent shape." Especially compared to that last guy whom she was half ready to announce the time of death at any moment.

"You should probably stay the course and keep doing what you're doing. Was there anything in particular you were concerned about?" Sometimes a patient will make you do a whole physical when really it's just about some lower back pain.

[Infirmary]

Well. Those are some... interesting questions. Given that Cass, technically, hasn't eaten or drunk uh... anything... yet. She'll give some boring answer about not smoking and drinking only in moderation though. Her eating probably isn't as good as it could be.

"I don't think so." She says. Certainly not catching on fire or melting into a puddle or anything. If Cerridwen hasn't noticed anything terrible than she's probably fine. "Thanks."

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

Cerridwen is of the opinion that diets should generally consist of eating something compared to eating nothing. It's a tad bit healthier.

"Alright, last question then. Do I have permission to discuss your medical information with Geneviève? It's fine to refuse if you don't want her to be involved." Not that there seemed to be anything to hide. But the catgirl is reasonably certain real doctors do this too.

[Zefir]

"Oh, excellent." She hadn't forgotten.
"What are you here for?"

[On Grounds]

"I have forgotten my name and I'm here to rest and hopefully get it back." the man replies. It doesn't seem to bother him to much

[Recaiden]

"You don't want to get a new one?"
Anchor asks curiously. One really can't get enough name, as far as she's concerned.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Infirmary]

Cerridwen is of the opinion that diets should generally consist of eating something compared to eating nothing. It's a tad bit healthier.

"Alright, last question then. Do I have permission to discuss your medical information with Geneviève? It's fine to refuse if you don't want her to be involved." Not that there seemed to be anything to hide. But the catgirl is reasonably certain real doctors do this too.

[Infirmary]

Cassandra harrumphs, crossing her arms. "Since she requested, she can have it."

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

Cerridwen raises an eyebrow and tentatively confirms, "Alright..." It seemed a sore spot, but Cass did give permission.

"In the meantime," Cerridwen holds out a small coin purse, offering it to Cassandra, "You should go buy some real clothes." Though the catgirl had offered to loan Cass some clothes earlier, she didn't think they were the same size. More importantly, she remembered half way through the physical that non tailed humanoids seemed to distinctly dislike the tail openings sitting right above their butts. You'd think they'd at least appreciate the ventilation, but nope.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Infirmary]

Cass holds out a hand. "Thanks, but I already have money. Trust me, clothes are definitely on my shopping list."

[Morty]

[Salix's Sapling]

One snowy afternoon, a certain tiny woblin wanders over to the sapling. Reelshka is walking nearby, always keeping an eye on him. He seems quite intent on the small tree, sniffing around as if looking for something.

[Gullara]

[Salix's Sapling]

While Salix's sapling is still a spindly little thing, it's thrived near the water's edge. It stands a healthy eight feet tall now. Of course at the moment without leaves it's not much more than a tall twig. Surrounding the tree is a low wall of snow, likely created by Salix. Some effort has certainly went into it, as it's just a bit taller than Reelshka's head. The only entrance is facing toward the frozen lake. Without looking inside, it's unclear if anyone is home.

[Zefir]

"You don't want to get a new one?"
Anchor asks curiously. One really can't get enough name, as far as she's concerned.

[On Grounds]

The man looks confused at Anchor.

"Why should I?" he asks. "I don't need two."

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

Cass holds out a hand. "Thanks, but I already have money. Trust me, clothes are definitely on my shopping list."

[Infirmary]

Cerridwen inclines her head and withdraws the pouch, tucking it away. "Alright then." She looks for a moment about to step away, but she can't do it.

"Ok, the curiosity is killing me. What is your relationship with Geneviève?" She must know! Such acquisition of knowledge is just part of being a catgirl. Like eating or breathing.

[Morty]

[Salix's Sapling]

Tuskfang walks around the snow wall, sniffing around for Salix's scent. The dryad isn't here, but that just means he has to look for her! And he likes looking for things and people. It could only get better if Cern and Gwydion were here to help him look. He peeks into the entrance slowly.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Infirmary]

Cerridwen inclines her head and withdraws the pouch, tucking it away. "Alright then." She looks for a moment about to step away, but she can't do it.

"Ok, the curiosity is killing me. What is your relationship with Geneviève?" She must know! Such acquisition of knowledge is just part of being a catgirl. Like eating or breathing.

[Infirmary]

Cass gives Cerridwen a pointed look.

"Not your concern." She says, sharply. She doesn't have a relationship with Geneviève besides "they just cast a spell together", but Cerridwen's invasiveness is starting to grate against Cassandra. "Are we finished here?"

[Recaiden]

[On Grounds]

The man looks confused at Anchor.

"Why should I?" he asks. "I don't need two."

"If you don't have the original right now, it would help you identify yourself to yourself and other people. I mean, it's really sad to be without a name."
Anchor looks back, just as confused. Who wouldn't want a second name?
"Think of it as borrowing a spare umbrella when you leave yours at home."

[Zefir]

[On Grounds]

"But then people refere to me with that other name and when i get my real one back it will just confude them." he says. "And likly me because they will try to talk to me with that new name."

[Recaiden]

Anchor considers for a moment, then nods.
"Names are forever, I guess. But what if you don't get the original one back? Could you deal with being nameless the rest of your life?"
Clearly she considers that a horrible prospect.