Backdated to the day after Alcuin's dungeon

[thornsofmalkav]

So, uh, is there, like, anybody here who knows medicine? Or at the very least someone else who knows first aid? Healing magic won't work. Magic anything won't work. It's kind of complicated. Or maybe not that complicated?

Well, okay, basically it's that Imriel picked up this passive power negation thing when he was in Newport, which means that anyone in his immediate vicinity loses their magic. And you can't cast stuff from a distance on him either. Which is a problem, because that's, like, the main way people are healing things here.

(Oh, right, if you don't know, Imriel's one of the three youngest Travelers. You'll be able to recognize him because he's the only ten-year-old we have that's not Japanese.)

Anyway, uh, I found that stuff out today because I had to patch him up and my regular way of healing people didn't work and I had to bust out the kit. And then I thought, 'oh shit, what if I infiltrate next Jaunt, who's going to patch him up if he gets hurt then?'

So. Uh. Hopefully there's one of you? Otherwise, I'll see if I can teach people what I know just in case. I took classes from the Red Cross a few years ago, if you want my first aiding cred.

[OOC: First locked thread is secured with Psychic Protection II.]

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LOCKED TO ALCUIN, PHEDRE, JOSCELIN, AND MELISSA (CW: CHILD ABUSE)

[thornsofmalkav]

Okay, so. What I wasn't going to tell everybody, but I really think all of you guys should know--Alcuin and Melissa because you've both taken care of him, Phedre and Joscelin because he's from the same place you are--is that patching Imriel up meant having to get his pants off because he had a cut on his upper leg and. Well. There's a brand on his butt. Somebody branded his butt. And above that there were these other scars that I think maybe came from being lashed or something. And. Well.

Some really terrible shit must have happened to him at some point.

[stopinthenameofawe]

Unfortunately, I'd kind of figured that out, yeah. [and she is going to murder the shit out of anyone she can get her hands on from there.]

[thornsofmalkav]

[Count Thorne in on that.]

Yeah. I was kind of thick and I didn't realize how bad it was before I got told stuff. But I know from Alcuin that Delaunay--his lord--got some stuff out of Imriel when he was here two weeks back when Jules broke Liminal. Like that he got kidnapped?

[stopinthenameofawe]

Yeah. [...actually, there's a good way to get the point across.] That place that Liminal created around him after the island and... whatever Jaunt you were on? It was a fucking harem.

[thornsofmalkav]

Jesus.

But yeah, that's what I mean about being thick, because I thought it was just some huge, trashed Middle Eastern-type place. And I was horribly, terribly wrong.

[professorwolf]

First aid was part of the health classes I taught, and teachers do need to be certified. So I know that much, at least.

[leftbehindagain]

I know some first aid.

[thornsofmalkav]

Oh good. Thanks, Lyall.

[thornsofmalkav]

Great. Do you have your own first aid kit or should I make another one and bequeath it to you?

[wolvering]

[And one of the other very young travelers speaks up]

I think my overlay met him there. Her healing didn't work on him--

Um, I know how to bandage injuries, and I've got wound wash, and I know what healing plants heal what, but my training is with beasts, not humans. Not everything's the same.

And I'm running out of plants for things too.

[leftbehindagain]

I probably should have one anyway, really. The magic's just so much easier to fall back on that it hadn't occurred to me before. [And it's not like he can just make his own.]

I'd appreciate it.

[thornsofmalkav]

Okay, well, if you bring me your supplies, I could see about replicating them. Or teaching you how to. I know how to make things from liminal material.

[thornsofmalkav]

No prob. I'll bring it over in a bit.

[leftbehindagain]

Thank you. If I'm not in Aiya I'll probably be in Helena-san's rooms.

[wolvering]

That would be wonderful! I'm always stuck infiltrating so there's never time to gather anything on jaunts and nothing stays here, even if there are plants worth picking.

[Livestreaming is a lifesaver, and carries her slightly put out and frustrated tone.]

Kiga and I will come over! Where are you right now?

[detectivewonder]

... Apparently I know first aid.

[thornsofmalkav]

Huh. That's useful. Remember anything else about your coffee-slinging past yet?

[thornsofmalkav]

Legit. See you later, dude.

[detectivewonder]

I know how to make an affogato strato, but I have no idea what the inside of a coffee shop looks like.

[loyalrebel]

Treating illnesses beyond 'drink fluids and rest' is beyond me, but I do know how to mend wounds and deal with general battlefield injuries.

Relying on magic alone was never a wise course of action anyway, for both this reason and that there is the distinct possibility that people won't trust magical healing.

[thornsofmalkav]

Huhhhhh.

[thornsofmalkav]

The workshop, but do you mind if we do this a little later? I'm doing some cleaning stuff right now.

[thornsofmalkav]

Okay, good. Good.

And yeah, I know. But it's damn handy to have around, so I don't blame people for having it as their first option.

[detectivewonder]

It's a form of retrograde amnesia called source amnesia. You retain semantic content - facts and methods - but not episodic memory, the events which those facts pertain to.

So, you know. Don't ask me how I know that.

[professorwolf]

I can teach the basics, if we feel the need for it, though it looks like I'm hardly the only one.

Is the boy all right?

[He'd ask the boy, if he were part of the conversation yet.]