[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.]

Comments

[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.