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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

[muckspout]

Edgard raises his eyebrows, surprised by the seriousness of the question.

"Well, don't usually sleepwalk. So probably something to do with the dream?"

[venenifer]

"Interesting."

The Veil is thin, and a single dream left the entire organization exhausted.

"So, as I understand it-- the things you saw in your sleep. Everyone else saw them too?"

[muckspout]

"Everyone who was there, seems like. Wasn't like a normal dream."

He blinks at Gideon.

"Not you then?"

[venenifer]

"Not me," Gideon confirms. "I arrived quite early this morning, while most of you were asleep."

[muckspout]

Edgard nods slowly and narrows his eyes a little.

"Where did you come from?"

[venenifer]

Gideon narrows his eyes right back, not fully understanding the suspicion.

"Ferelden."

[muckspout]

That answer seems to satisfy Edgard as he nods thoughtfully.

"Don't suppose you saw any of us asleep?" Edgard shrugs.

[venenifer]

"None who weren't already in the infirmary. I didn't notice any major difference between their behavior and that of normal sleeping people."

Stepping away, he stokes the fire.

[muckspout]

Edgard watches him poke the fire. A log crumbles and the flames dance a little as a result. There is a long pause.

"Are you just cold or--" He looks warily at the poker.

[venenifer]

Turning back toward Edgard when addressed, Gideon looks from his wary face to the poker and back, like he can't quite believe it.

"Fires go out," he explains flatly, "if you don't tend them."

[muckspout]

Relief washes over Edgard's face and then his eyelids close for one moment.

"The fire's doing fine," He observes. "What are your thoughts on the patient?" Edgard is trying not to come off as annoyed, but he may or may not be successful.

[venenifer]

"That he can leave whenever he likes," Gideon replies, turning away once more.

[muckspout]

Edgard frowns, humphs, and pushes himself up to standing.

"That is not really an answer."

[venenifer]

"It was an answer worthy of the question," Gideon says, turning toward him and glancing him up and down.

"Is there something else you wanted to discuss?"

[muckspout]

Edgard gives him an exasperated look and then shakes his head.

"Just wanted to know how my health was. But, clearly you're not going to tell me."

He stands up.

[venenifer]

"You had a dream," Gideon says without looking at him, "that's not an affliction.
Your health is fine."

[muckspout]

"Thank you for answering my question." Edgard says pointedly. "Eventually." Edgard mutters something about doctors under his breath and leaves Gideon.