WHO: Isaac + OTA WHAT: Dream aftermath WHEN: First day or so after everyone wakes up WHERE: Gallows NOTES: Probable vague discussion of torture, will edit as appropriate.
A small chuckle follows-- he's already met Sawbones, and the joke isn't lost on him.
"I didn't realize there were stations specific to individuals. Personally, I'm an apothecary and physician, and have already found no shortage of work to be done."
"There are five men on regular duty — I suppose that will make you the sixth —" Seventh, for perhaps an hour longer. "— If you've nothing pressing, we might clear this out for you tonight."
"I've spent half my life in a sickbay," Apart from the dream. Middle age winds its way toward any man who lives to meet it. "A change is overdue. And as we've no shortage of hands —"
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"--I couldn't sleep. I came to drive myself to torpor with busywork."
A twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth, and he comes forwad.
"...Brother Gideon. I'm the new healer. Not a mage. Sister Sawbones is my colleague, but I don't answer to her."
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This is not a day that he cares to advertise Enchanter.
"Have they set you up with a station yet?"
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"I didn't realize there were stations specific to individuals. Personally, I'm an apothecary and physician, and have already found no shortage of work to be done."
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Isaac slings the box beneath an arm.
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He tilts his head.
"Did something happen that I should know about? Apart from the, well." He rolls his eyes with a dismissive little chuckle, "the dream."
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His brow cants briefly apologetic,
"I hope you'll not take it for a value judgment."
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And hey, now there'll be a little more room in here.
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"I won't keep you."
Dismissal: Help move, or move along.
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His reasons are selfish ones: if he's the first person here after space is made, he can decide what to do with it.