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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.

Comments

[portolan]

Pity you missed last month's play for the Thessyx. From your world, I think -- Tristan and Yseult. I shall look forward to the next and cheer for you from the crowd.

smh I thought this posted already

[deathpending]

Ah! One of the classics. You should see how it compares to Pyramus and Thisbe. If there isn't a script on hand I should write one up.

Is there a piano in the theatre?

Haha no worries. I have not been around much this week

[portolan]

I'd be thrilled to read it. Perhaps someone has brought it on the network devices.

I do recall a piano. Do you play?

[[ OOC: I'm like 90% sure there's a piano we're gonna go with it. ]]

[deathpending]

I do. Not recently, but one hardly forgets how.

[ ooc: there isn't one (yet!) so we can just say they went looking after this and decided to help the camp make one :> ]

[portolan]

[ OOC: LOL just casually building a piano. Sure. Let's do it. ]

Your memory is better than mine. I had ample musical training in my youth but I think I'd need to be quite inebriated to perform for anyone willingly.

[deathpending]

Ah, a call for me to take the reins. Gladly!