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[deathpending]

Good evening. I am Dr. Jonathan Reid, of London, England. I arrived here as I imagine many of you did, through those ghastly eggs.

Should you need a field surgeon or a physician's services, I offer both freely. You may find me in the infirmary or reach me through these devices. I regret that I have no resume or other prior reference to offer, only that I served in the War, and I'm accustomed to making do with very little.

Thank you for your time.

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Re: 2/2

[skagzz]

God damn it what is it with this planet's PLEBEIAN PALETTE.

You speak like a civilized gentleman, good sir. Perhaps you have knowledge of other fineries from years past that two fine souls such as ourselves (henceforth and so on, et cetera et cetera) might enjoy, perchance in an afternoon tea manner?

[deathpending]

[ what is happening h e l p ]

I'm certain that we can arrange tea.
Whom am I addressing?

[skagzz]

Okay but not that gross bitter stuff adults call tea. I want sugar and honey and foam and pretty cups with little flowers on them.

I, good sir, am Our Lady Tina of Sanctuary.

Who r u dawg?

[deathpending]

[ dawg? ]

[ dAWG??????? ]

I beg your pardon?

[skagzz]

Look yo, I don't make ze rules. My formal title is Our Lady of Sanctuary, Bringer of Hope, Destroyer of Explosives and also Worlds. You can just call me Lady Tina for short though, boo. I like you.

[ She is 100% lying she does not have a title. She also did not process that people here may not understand her slang. Like, more than normal. ]

If not I gotta send you to my boyz for punishment. OFF WITH THEIR HEADS and all.

[ It occurs to her that her boyz are currently inaccessible, as her entire life is inaccessible, and this makes her feel weirdly detached and vulnerable. She decides not to continue that train of thought. ]

[deathpending]

[ In the time between waiting for her reply, Jonathan has looked over her texts more closely. There may be madness in them, but it has rhyme and reason, like poor Miss Howcroft. He's no psychiatrist, and he smells no other vampires here, that would hold sway over a human mind. So he decides for the moment there's little harm in simply humouring her. ]

Then it is my very great pleasure to meet you, my Lady. You may call me Dr. Reid, or Jonathan, if you prefer.

[skagzz]

JonaTHAN, my girl, when we gonna have us a tea party? It has been at least one hundred and seventy two hours since Tina has had a pastry and she is DYING. Our Lady needs sacrament to keep her whole.

[deathpending]

Then that will have to be our very first task, to see if there are pastries. I'm partial to scones, myself.

[ ahhhh.... to eat some.... ]

[skagzz]

Where you at, girly? This adventure CANNOT WAIT. I am coming for you RIGHT NOW.

[deathpending]

[ it IS almost tea time.... ]

I can meet you outside the Aid Station in a few minutes.

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[skagzz]

MARVELOUS DARLING

[ Tina is already in town avoiding the dreaded school. She does not bother checking what Reid looks like or sharing what she looks like before she starts wandering toward the Aid Station, but she is loud enough that he will probably recognize her, er, distinct speech patterns as she yells at some passerby. ]

[deathpending]

[ In fairness, he doesn't ask. Jonathan assumes that such a character will.... make an impression, if they're outside the aid station. ]

[ To his credit, he isn't exactly wrong. Out the door he arrives, still in tailor-made clothes, a long coat, only missing his scarf, and finds her because.. of course, dawg. ]

Lady Tina, I presume?

[ Lightly, as a pleasant in-joke. ]

[skagzz]

[ Tina has in all honesty forgotten she introduced herself that way and is DELIGHTED that Jonathan has addressed her so formally.

She has absolutely forgotten his name already. ]

Indubitably, good sir. Dr. Livingston, I presume?

[ Tina has no idea where this quote is from but she spent A LOT of time on the EchoNet. She holds her hand out as if to be kissed but then starts moving the fingers like she's mimicking a spider.

If Jonathan has not put it together already, she is very clearly a 13-year-old. ]

[deathpending]

[ Yes, much of the confusion experienced over text has simply vanished in person. It is easier to forgive a child, and to indulge a child particular things. He wasn't given the chance to spoil his nephew, but remembers what his sister was like when they were children, still a lovely memory, despite the grey that clings to thoughts of Mary, in recent hours. ]

Ah, no. That would be the explorer. I am Dr. Reid, but you may call me Jonathan.

[ ... He isn't sure if this act includes kissing her hand, and instead, wiggles his fingers back at her, similarly. ]

[skagzz]

[ Tina moves her wriggling fingers closer to his and makes a "woogidty woogidty woogidty" mouth garable sound like this. ]

My witch's spell is complete. Now we are officially a posse, Señor Jonathan. [ She pronounces his name with a Spanish accent, specifically northern Mexican -- Truxican on her world. ]

[deathpending]

[ .... Okay, he can do this. He got turned into a vampire, compared to that, this feels like it should be easier...? ]

Members of the same club! Very well. Is tea our ultimate objective?

[skagzz]

tea CAKES.

[ Tina spreads her arms and cackles. ]

Shall we procure them or make them, Joñy? [ Pronounced like "yawny" ]

[deathpending]

Tea cakes! A tall order.

[ He very much doubts they will find anything of the kind, but it feels harmless to indulge. Just as much as nostalgia descends on him swiftly, playing any of these silly games with Mary. ]

I'm no baker, so we will have to procure them.

[skagzz]

Alright, homes. We got two options: raid the kitchens, or run reconnaissance on the big ol' ship the people crashed then STRANGELY ABANDONED.

I got explosives for both.

[ The latter is a serious suggestion. Tina has no concept that blowing things up is not a great first solutions. ]

[deathpending]

[ HOLD UP ]

Explosives?

[ HOLD UP!!!! ]

Truly?

[ He makes it a curious question rather than a direct condemnation — where on earth did she get explosives? Did she make them???? Heaven forbid. ]

[skagzz]

Son, I'm Pandora's foremost demolitions EXPERTRICE. I blown up trains and buildings and people and sometimes just sparkly rocks because then they turn into glitter.

[ She counts on her fingers like she's listing off ice cream flavors. ]

[deathpending]

[ Whatever or whomever Pandora is is getting a very stern talking to. (Jon does not like to jump to the "I will suck out all your blood and kill you" option, that IS a bit rude.) ]

By yourself? That's quite a feat!

[ He does find it fascinating, and is going to keep any revulsion to himself, thanks. ]

[skagzz]

[ Tina is used to adults either being HORRIFIED by her, or immediately wanting to put her to use. She's not sure what to make of Jon's reaction. ]

Of course I make them myself. I am an artiste. I could give youse a demo. I keep supplies in my bunk.

[deathpending]

[ He is horrified. Viscerally, but the emotion is a curiosity to him now, something to tug on only if he wants it. He can no longer drink up any part of humanity, it's an exercise. A commitment. ]

As illuminating as that would be, let us save them for a special occasion. You have no reason to lie and I have no reason not to believe you.

[ Because nobody is going to make that up; it's too ludicrous, too specific. ]

[skagzz]

[ Tina is not used to adults remaining calm with her for this long. ]

What's your dealio, fancy pants?

[ Her eyes widen. ]

You're not trying to tricky me back to school are you? JUST TRY TO TAKE ME. I HAVE TWO GRENADES IN MY DRESS.