Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Jun 19, 2015 21:10:36 GMT
Open to Vieka! (and Amon, if he so desires.) There was a new doctor in town. Granted, there had to be. Iacomus was well aware that if someone needed clinical care, he was not the man one would go to - and that was his decision, and his final decision, but he was more than content with it. There were other doctors around, without doubt, but rumors of this new doctor pointed only to their membership with Mingos... So, why not pay them a visit? He stood at the doorstep of this newcomer's shop, pausing and chuckling for a moment before slithering through the door, his sick smile beaming.
frak. This was so much more work then she'd thought it would be.
Albeit, when Vïeka was handed the keys and had taken her first proper look at the dilapidated building, she knew it was going to be a lot of work, but she'd been at this for hours now. Four hours, to be precise. With nothing but cleaning away fallen bits of rubble and beams and trying to broom up the sheer amount of dusk, so much dust! She had resorted to wearing her mask inside just to stop herself from sneezing.
'four hours, and i'm not going anywhere fast...' she thought abysmally, pulling off her mask and a glove to comb her fingers through her mess of her, massaging the side of her temple as she looked over the mess in front of her. The floor was pretty much clear now at least, but chunks of plaster were still missing out the walls, only half of her plants had been stuck in various pots by a sunny window, out of the way for now, none of her furniture had been moved in and she was pretty sure there was a family of mice living under the floor boards.
"Case you couldn't tell, I'm not open right now." She grunted, not even bothering to look at who had entered while she stared at the hell-scape in front of her.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Jun 19, 2015 22:06:10 GMT
"I do hope I'm not being a bother," Iacomus replied "But I simply could not walk by without introducing myself!" He scanned the area, the fallen bits and dusty pieces of the dismal building as it descended into decay. "Oh my, it looks as if you might need some assistance. I'd be more than happy to lend a hand if you would so need, Miss...- My name is Iacomus Lerwick, but you may call me whatever you like!" His smile remained but a sneer arose beneath it, hidden. She wasn't even paying attention, was she? "I own a shop just down the street. You're welcome to visit it whenever you please! I feel it may be to your liking..." She was an interesting one, it seemed, wearing an old beaked mask, and was more than obviously not the most social... He chuckled to himself. It seemed as if this might be more entertaining for him that he had previously thought!
Oh great, another chatter mouth, just what she needed in her already hellish scheduled. "You being here while 'Not open' is sort of the definition of being a bother isn't it?" the half blood drawled after he finished his prattling, her eyes now sliding over to his figure and assessing him, since it was obvious he had no intention in pissing off.
'yeesh, does he actually deliberately dress to impress or something?' she thought dryly, visibly pulling a face at his appearance. Straggly hair, lanky figure and skin paler than hers (which is saying something), he looked like your stereotypical impression of a black market dealer, and Vïeka wasn't as stupid nor ignorant as the rest of Lodan to believe this guy was anything but trouble. He even sounded greasy. how the hell does one sound greasy? she didn't know, but he managed to pull it off.
"I don't go outside much, not a people person, If you know what i mean. i doubt i'll be visiting you any time soon, but uh... thanks for the invite." She didn't sound grateful at all, and she didn't bother offering her name, or changing the way she was looking at him either. Vïeka moved her gaze away from him back to the mess in front of her. Hopefully, he'd get the hint and frak off.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Jun 19, 2015 23:02:04 GMT
The fact that she wasn't a 'people person' was more than obvious, and not only that, but she didn't put much effort in hiding the fact that she was not fond of Iacomus' appearance either..... Perfect. He strode over, his heels clipping against the dust and rubble, and bent down to pick up some of the larger pieces of rock. "That's perfectly fine, of course!" He slipped a business card from inside his tail coat into the place where the woman's mask met her face, a snake-like smile spread across his face, and his eyes aglow with malicious intent. "But the offer still stands, if you do feel the need to get out. Now," He held out the rocks nestled in his other hand and between his elbow "where would you like me to dispose of these?"
The half blood jolted back, taking several steps backwards and leaning as far back from his figure as possibly, swiping the card from between her mask and rubbing the flesh underneath free of the feeling of anothers sort of touch. too close, way too close. Discontent flew from her stature in waves as she glared at her uninvited guest, crumpling up the card in her gloved palm.
"Since you obviously aren't going to piss off, there's a skip outside the back door in the garden" she hissed, her tone low in warning as she stared at his twisted countenance. Men of his kind are not as moronic as the rest of the masses of naive fools in Lodan, she had no doubt that he knew she was not happy with his presence.
She also knew he wasn't going to leave anytime soon.
So she'd warn him with her tone and kick his arse if he tried anything for now. She supposed, as she put on her other glove, she could use him to lessen her load for the mean time. Sighing, Vïeka resigned herself to a long, noisy day as she hoisted up a piece of rotting wood resting against the wall. "This way...." she mumbled unhappily.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Jun 20, 2015 0:29:02 GMT
Iacomus' smirk grew as he saw how uncomfortable the woman was. He would have to try something like that again. He nodded sweetly as she instructed him to to follow her out back, and did just that, but not without his own added conversation. "I do apologize, I don't think I ever caught your name! I'm sure it's lovely, whatever it is."
"Don't bother with sweet talk, it makes you sound creepier then you already look." The brunette responded bluntly, a smirk slowly curling her lips under her mask as she purposefully withheld the information he sought. He wanted to play annoying buggers? 'fine. I can play that too.' She thought with a trace amount of amusement, moving outside to the over grown garden and dumping the wood inside the dump. She let out a puff of air, dark eyes scanning over the weeds and dirt with dissatisfaction. that was another chore added to the ever growing list.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Jun 23, 2015 3:24:46 GMT
"Lovely indeed-" He mumbled to himself as he hauled some debris where she led him. "So what, exactly, might I ask, is your profession? What shop have you decided to put up?" Although he already knew the answer, he would pretend as if he didn't.
"Oh but you are a noisy one aren't you?" She muttered with a sigh. What was it with everyone who couldn't control their tongues coming and seeking her out? Vieka turned and looked over the man once again. Horribly pale, horribly thin; he looked like he hadn't slept in a while either. Plucking the debris out of his hands (careful not to touch him despite wearing gloves), she dropped it into the skip before walking past him and stopping at the entrance of her home, her mind made up.
"My profession is being a dollymop what with my charming personality and all, i'm actually a purple platypus in disguise as an iguana and my name is frank. Now if you're quite done being the nosiest bugger on the planet, would you be so kind as to get rid of some of the larger bits of debris while i clean up the kitchen?" She called over her shoulder, a rather obvious shade of mocking amusement colouring her tone.
With that, the sarcastic woman strolled back into her house without another word, content on leaving him to his devices for 20 minutes while she worked on a midday snack and something to make him look a little less sickly. She didn't like him at all, he was an intruder in her home and he was adamant on not going away, but he was helping her out, and she was a doctor. The decision had been made and the half blood found herself moving towards her wreck of a small kitchen to try and make a little less mess out of the madness, putting away a few pots, pans and boxes that had been piled up in the area so that she could work.
The small building may be initially her workplace, but it would also be her living space, and a kitchen was needed for both. While the building was lacking a lot (like walls that didn't look like they were going to collapse on her head at any moment), it did come with most of the necessary rooms she needed. Once a space was cleaned, she pulled out some flower and baking power from one of her moving boxes and a scale from another, and with that she got to work, weighing out ingredients and pulling out milk and eggs from fridge (which surprisingly worked) when needed. When her treats were formed they were thrown in the oven (which only just worked), and started on preparing the tea.
Two separate teapots, one for the hot water to boil and one to serve. contemplating what tea to use, she decided on the rounded gentle flavour of a high quality oolong, before pulling out a small container and beginning to fill it with herbs. 'just a spoon of lavender for it's sedative and relaxing qualities, Valerian for it's tranquilizer propertie- eeesh that stinks' Vieka cringed, quickly putting a spoon or two in the pot before shutting the tin. 'chamomile, lemon peel and ginger to cover that up, eugh. finally st Jhons wort as an antidepressant.' stirring the concoction roughly with her fingers before lidding it, the medic turned, pulled out the scones from the oven and set up the table, moving boxes off of it mostly and piling them up in a corner before putting down two tea cups, milk, sugar cubes, two plates, butter and her favourite raspberry preserve. Plated scones in the middle and two teaspoons and butter knives later, Vieka stared at her display with mild irritation.
"Oi Ludwick, get your arse over here!" she called, voice muffled by the leather she usually wore. "I don't have too many fresh products in at the moment, so you're going to have to go without clotted cream." Her brow pulled down unhappily as she placed the teapot down the center of the table. "Sorry."
(Sorry for the super late reply have a stupidly long post to make up for it!)
Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Aug 12, 2015 2:33:14 GMT
"Oh, this is more than wonderful" Iacomus replied, his voice ringing chipper as he darted out to the table, amusement lacing his smirk as he noticed her purposeful slip up on his name. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Platypus." His bony fingers laced around the teacup's handle, and he took a sip, no sugar or milk needed. He allowed a few moments of silence pass before saying, "I myself am a doctor, you know." and chuckled. (*hides* replying on time ain't exactly my forte. I apologize profusely. *scampers away*)
The woman let out a light snort at her new title, but didn't say anything against it as she settled down into the opposing chair, skipping the creamer but dumping what was probably half of a diabetics dream into her cup. She stirred it around idly, looking more interested in the plate of scones then what her ah, charming company had to say. "Somehow, i get the feeling you aren't a medical practitioner of the typical kind." but apparently she was listening the same.