[Open] Dr. Medic's Sleepaway Funtimes Camp

[mementomoritz]

I. So girl keep telling me [network post]

[About three hours after the whole post-Esmeeting kerfuffle, every phone included in the Executor group chat suddenly blares loudly with an incoming post that appears to have every possible alert and priority notice the person writing it could find attached to it.]

ANYONE WHO ATE ANYTHING AT ESME'S HOUSE REPORT TO MEDIC IMMEDIATELY YOU ARE POISONED


[Well, you can't accuse her of burying the lede.]

i'm in my lab in invidia [The exact address and coordinates of the lab are attached along with the message, including a helpful photo of a scribbled map just in case anyone is really bad with directions.] if you ate ANY of the food esme served or if you're feeling sick, come here so i can treat you
if you find someone unconscious or unable to move on their own, BRING THEM HERE
if you don't have anyone around and think you need help getting here, reply to this message immediately

i threw up, so i tested some of the leftovers i took home
and that food is very, very poisoned
(also, if you brought leftovers home, don't eat them)


II. pick me up whenever i'm feeling down [in-person log]

[True to her word, Medic is ready and waiting in her lab the second anyone arrives.]

[The living room of the apartment she commandeered has been turned into a makeshift hospital. She's dragged cushions and mattresses in, laying them out on the floor and covering them with clean sheets and blankets to make sickbeds. Next to every bed is a glass of water and a bowl for, uh. Any stomach issues you might have to deal with.]

[Anyone healthy who walks in the door will be cheerfully pressganged into nursing duty.]

[The beds are set up facing the living room's lone TV, but well... this is Invidia. Guess who's probably on every channel.]

[You might have better luck with putting on a movie, but no one actually saw this coming, which means your available selection consists exclusively of stuff Medic brought with her from the Limbo library when she came down to Invidia. By which we mean exactly one film.]

[Whether having to see Esme's face is better or worse than watching Brutal Instinct again is a choice you're going to have to make amongst yourselves.]

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[mementomoritz]

Phew. [Even with Medic's usual boundless enthusiasm for anything, well... medical, she's looking a little wilted by the end of the day, slumping down a bit as she leans against the wall.]

That's everyone accounted for, I think. [They're still recovering, but at least they'll be around to recover. She raises her head, looking over at Chiron.] I have some energy drinks in the fridge, if you need to rehydrate- they're on the bottom shelf, next to the blood samples.

[schardynfreude]

Oh, no need to worry about me so much as yourself and all else who partook of Esme's bounty. I'm afraid what more I can do for you is very little. If I could but use my powers to give one a burst of energy, or top off mana reserves...alas.

[While keeping blood samples with Consumables is ill-advised, he at least knows better than to ask if they are otherwise stored properly.]

[mementomoritz]

Oh, I'm not having any trouble from the poison- I healed myself back at the start, when I wasn't trying to stretch it out over half a dozen cases. I think it might be almost a reflexive reaction to my own illness- something I used to do unconsciously...

[She's at least been cautious on that front. The energy drinks- as he'll see when she opens the fridge to grab one for herself- and the sample have both been very secured packaged and stored, as well as clearly labeled.]

[Though at that second part, she closes the fridge and straightens up abruptly, suddenly looking a lot more energized.]

Could you do that before?! Did you remember something about your old world?

[schardynfreude]

Eh-? [Her sudden enthusiasm is always just a little startling even now.] Oh, hm, no, I have no idea what I could do before, if anything. But magic does exist, just rarely. It's a gift bestowed to the chosen few by the gods.

[mementomoritz]

Oh, that's fascinating! [She's always curious to hear about the worlds everyone else comes from.] Did the gods talk to people in person, or is this just anecdotal?

[She's never seen any particular proof of gods that she can recall, but hey- until she got here, she'd never seen any proof of ghosts, either. The spirit of science means keeping an open mind.]

[schardynfreude]

The gods... [He has to think about that one. No, that's right, it was a special circumstance, wasn't it?] They do exist, real as you or I, but they are only capable of speaking to man through one blessed with a gift to understand them. A herald of sorts--an oracle.

[mementomoritz]

[Already pulling out the notebook and scribbling things down.] How do people become oracles? Can anyone become one, or is it hereditary? Do the gods pick them? [She has so many questions. Surprisingly, "how do you know the oracles aren't just conning people" isn't one of them. Medic tends to take people at their word- the world is confusing enough when people aren't lying.]

[schardynfreude]

I...believe the gods chose a bloodline. [That sounds right!] It certainly isn't just anyone. There is but a single oracle at any given time so far as I'm aware.

[mementomoritz]

Hm! So hereditary progression but only a single example per generation? Maybe it's something recessive... or it could be divine intervention, but I don't know how to study that yet.

[She'll have to work on that one. What kind of self-respecting mad scientist doesn't meddle in god's domain a bit?]

[schardynfreude]

I would put my bets on divine intervention, personally. And given we're here, even had you the ability to study such a thing, you haven't the means.

[mementomoritz]

Really? I'd have thought the afterlife would be the best place to study gods. Aren't they usually supposed to be here most of the time anyway?

[Admittedly, she's not super clear on the idea- none of her memories so far have featured more than the haziest general awareness of organized religion.]

[schardynfreude]

Haven't the faintest. This...does not seem like what I feel like I would be familiar with.

[mementomoritz]

It's almost a shame that we're only getting the answer to one of the great human questions after we can't remember what we used to ask about it. [She frowns vaguely with the effort of sifting through faded bits of general knowledge, absent context or personal detail.] I think I remember something about reincarnation? There's a wheel and a nice man in a robe... something something desire leads to suffering, I think.

[There have probably been worse summaries of organized religion out there, but not many. For all she knows, "a nice man in a robe" could cover anything from Buddha to Jesus to, quite possibly, Zeus.]

[schardynfreude]

There's...the Beyond? Which I feel is simply a fancy term for the afterlife and what we hope it would be. A place to find lost loved ones again. Reincarnation is certainly an idea, but I don't...think that's something mere mortals can accomplish. But what would I know?

And if people really could live on and exist beyond death, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that would be... [He fades off, squints into the middle distance. Is that so far fetched? He...is not sure.] ...Hm.

[But he gives a flick of a wrist to dismiss the thought he's fallen into.] Given we're here in this place, it is, perhaps, a moot point anyway.