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[venenifer]

WHO: Gideon Wheelwright and yooooouu
WHAT: He is here, and everything is happening too much.
WHEN: Just after the Dream Event
WHERE: around and about the Gallows
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.

I. To the Patients

People have been coming in and out all day, complaining of strange dreams and lost sleep. There seems to have been some kind of massive shared experience among everyone who didn't spend the previous night in a firetrap inn on the Lowtown docks, and Gideon is becoming increasingly, visibly exasperated by the number of people who apparently have nothing wrong with them but a little fatigue and... what. Hallucinations?

"What did you eat before you went to sleep? ...did you all eat the same thing?"

He's listening to their heart, whoever they are, his head against their chest.


II. To the Healers

"Is it always like this?"

He's back to mixing tinctures in a quiet moment, continuously shaking his head at the madness that the day has brought.

"Like have things-- do these things happen often? Where they affect everyone? Magical things?"

He narrows his eyes at his nearest colleague, his expression both shrewd and imploring.


III. Misc

Whether inspecting the cafeteria, surveying the beds in the dormitories, or just wandering about the island, Gideon has a lot of exploring and acclimating to do. He has the pale look of a man in completely over his head, but doing his best to keep any uncertainties shut away deep inside.

Comments

ii.

[indissection]

"The patients are normally fussier." Sidony is mixing some things, half-focused on the work she's doing and vaguely paying attention to whatever is being asked of her. "But the magical things are quite normal, yes. You become accustomed to it when there are many people here touched by magic."

[venenifer]

"Fussier than this?" Gideon turns each of his vials so that the label is facing toward him, focused entirely on his task with the exception of talking to Sidony.

"By 'touched by magic', do you mean the Rifters?"

[indissection]

"Fussier than you can possibly imagine, I'm sure." To be fair, some people come from worlds where they're not often attacked, but Sidony has no room for such idle kindness.

Frowning, she reaches for a notebook.

"In most cases, yes."

[venenifer]

Sighing out through his nose, Gideon nods.

"I'm Brother Gideon. Have you been here long?"

[indissection]

"Sidony Venaras Rutyer." She hums, turning a page. "I would say it is close to two and a part years now. It's been some time - more than I expected."

[venenifer]

"Rutyer."

He blinks at her, intrigued. "Related to the head diplomat?"

[indissection]

That, at least, makes her smile, preening a little with pride.

"Yes. He is my husband."

[venenifer]

He processes this for a second, and nods.

"Did you come here together?"

[indissection]

"Oh, no. He and I met here and fell desperately in love with each other, or something like that. We were married not so long ago."

She hasn't forgotten, not really, but some events of their marriage she tries not to think about.

"Isn't he wonderful?"

[venenifer]

"I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting him."

It's somewhat heartening, meeting a married person so clearly happy-- not that he has any designs on romance in the near future, but it's the responsible and committed nature of their relationship, perhaps, that gets his approval.

"Other than overhearing him on the crystal, at least."

[indissection]

Sidony, at least, has the decency to nod along, finally putting her things down to look at her colleague properly.

"I'm sure you will get to meet him soon. He is quite active in his duties."

[venenifer]

"Perhaps I will."

Gideon's not in a hurry-- the man sounded grating and melodramatic, but there's no reason to say so to his wife.

"Is there a particular way people like their potions arranged, or may I reorganize them?"

[indissection]

"I am sure he'll be a most helpful guide, eventually."

Because Sidony is not going to let a conversation drop without praising her spouse at least one last time. Looking over at the potions she waves her hand absently.

"I don't think people care as long as their personal items aren't disturbed. Is there a problem with it?"

[venenifer]

"No," Gideon says, clipped, "I just like them a certain way."

Looking back to his things, it seems that may have been a dismissal.