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Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Phoebe - 01-06-2019
The infirmary was certainly useful to the people in this new world, but there was a speciality that was still much needed - especially as the new community began to grow. Midwives, you see, were not just experts in the needs of expecting and laboring mothers; they were experts in all things women's health. Various diseases, dysfunctions, and concerns around conception, fertility, and yes, even sex fell under their watchful eye. But they needed a safe and comforting place to practice their craft, and Phoebe always thought that infirmaries were so...cold for the delicate and emotional work she did.
So she was setting up her own clinic on the first floor of the home she had set up.
It was a lot of work for one person though. Phoebe didn't have many friends or acquaintances, but she hoped that perhaps some would stop by to lend a hand. Her busy work would be obvious enough to any passersby as well.
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PHOEBE IS RE-OPENING HER WOMEN'S CLINIC. Lend a hand would ya? It's real important people! There are three spots.
1. Melita
2. Remi
3.
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Remi - 01-07-2019
Remi hadn’t known what Phoebe had been planning. He was merely here to check up on his friend. He hadn’t made any headway with finding a suitor for her (he was starting to think he’d likely have to put up a notice on the bulletin board to try and assemble a cast to go through), but in the meantime he wanted to ensure that Phoebe hadn’t somehow been further cursed or given additional obligations to carry out by Frey.
It was strange that Phoebe had decided to live in the settlement rather than the domiciles, but then again given that Remi spent most nights sleeping in his shop perhaps it wasn’t that out of the ordinary. Knocking gently on her door (having learned where she lived during their brief ‘conversation’ while he was as hawk), Remi waited. Hearing some noises from within, his brows furrowed.
[say]”Phoebe?”[/say] Remi called gently, trying the doorknob. If it opened, he’d poke his head inside and call her name again.
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Rexanna - 01-07-2019
Rexanna, too, had decided to follow a similar approach as Phoebe, having made a makeshift home in the settlement that she could fix up to use as her workspace. Of what, she hadn’t entirely decided on or how to go about it, but she remained with a brief idea of a workspace and a house. It was during that time where she had trudged through the snow to head toward her own place when she noticed a sort of commotion coming from one of the places on the street. And briefly, she thought she spotted Remi knocking on a door.
Curiosity got the best of her, and she edged closer toward the house, not knowing who’s it was as it certainly wasn’t Remi’s as she spotted the man knocking on the door and calling out a name, then trying a hand at the doorknob. “[say]Remi![/say]” She announced, her voice sultry and sweet as she rearranged the quill and paper in her hands to the crook in her arm. She looked to the door, eyebrows raised as if to ask who lived here and how she could help – knowing that Remi would understand it for the most part, her silence being an easy way to cope rather than flirting with the world.
Whether or not Remi went inside, she’d remain outside. She was polite in that regard, if Remi was this person’s friend, and Rexanna hadn’t met them before, it would be awkward for a stranger to make her own way in. So she waited, the quill and paper bundle clutched to her chest as she looked to the house.
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Melita - 01-08-2019
M E L I T A
Melita had always been one of those bold, intrepid figures who believed if given an opportunity, if allowed a moment to try, she could conquer, triumph, and assist with anything, with everything. Her childhood had already taught her that those inclinations may not be necessarily true – her fearless endeavors, her brave pluck, her savage, seditious charm, could earn her some creditability, could allow her to dive into reckless abandon, into enterprising oblivion, into swords, knives, daggers, and vitriol, but it didn’t always mean she was successful. But lords, how the girl always endured, head held high, nerve and daring in each whimsical, mercurial step. Even today, she wouldn’t allow herself to be outdone – a shining, little beacon, a speck, of might and fortitude, bristling with an effervescent smile, a cherubic, impish delight.
She’d followed Rexanna, purely out of folly and mischief for a time, wandering in and out of the avenues and street-corners, salvaging the minute amounts of quiet she had within her frame (always loud, always exuberant, always a raucous, rioting fiend), peeking and stalking, giggling behind her cloak. She pulled it tighter around her as she continued her, and Rexanna’s path, until they came to a place she was completely unaware of. The girl forgot her sojourn and crusade the moment curiosity sparked, listening to Rexanna call out to another, tilting her head and forgetting any other pretenses anointed for the moment. She slid behind her fellow female and whispered, her best pursuit at reserved natures; bubbling and brewing, standing on her tip-toes, trying to peer inside and unmask the great mystery and enigma surrounding the area. “What’s going on?”
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Phoebe - 01-09-2019
Of course Phoebe's door was open, silly silly personal quest attendees! She was a midwife, people had to be able to get her at all times! Also, her door didn't even have a lock. An issue for a different time perhaps. The young blonde looked like she was rather standing in the middle of a tornado. Her hair was up in a messy bun atop her head, her sleeves were rolled up passed her elbows, and she had even forgone her usual dress for some leggings and a tunic. This was serious business... whatever she was doing.
When Remi stepped in, she looked up, her stress obvious on her face. It was quite plain she had started one too many projects and as of yet had not completed a single one. At that moment she was on the ground, painting a sign for her door. [say]"Remi!"[/say] she said with a bright smile, the relief in her tone evident. Then the faces of two women appeared behind him but she didn't recognize them. [say]"And friends! Oh bless all of you, do you have time to help me I've uhm....well I was so ambitious this morning and now I think I've gotten in too deep..."[/say] she said with a sigh, looking at the chaos around her.
[say]"I'm Phoebe by the way."[/say] she said to the two women with a warm smile. [say]"I'm trying to get my clinic back up and running. I've almost got the sign done, but I still have...[/say] The young midwife looked around the room with a slightly dismayed look. [say]"I need to finish prepping the healing teas and tonics, get the furniture all in place, and get the bell system to the upstairs set up... I know it is a lot but anything you can help with would be so appreciated."[/say]
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TASKS
1. Teas and Tonics
Notes: Whoever takes on this task would find a nice assortment of various roots, spices, herbs, and other natural ingredients (some of which she may have sourced from a certain Alchemist) for making the teas and tonics alongside a mortar and pestle on a table in the very back room. There were recipes in a small notebook as well, but they were all very basic and straightforward.
2. Furniture
Notes: Phoebe will give whoever chooses this option a hand drawn layout. Aside from the back room and staircase, the space was one large room. Along the back wall there were three rooms made with curtains for walls. Each room needed a bed, chair, and small table. The rest of the space would need the rest of the furniture arranged like a cozy living room. All of the necessary pieces were around, as well as decorative accents like pillows and throws Phoebe had made. This would be the biggest task and likely would ultimately require more than one person to help.
3. The Bell System
Note: The first floor was the clinic, but the second floor was where Phoebe actually lived. The necessary twine and tools would be found at the foot of the stairs. The bell needed to be hung just inside the door at the top of the stairs. Then it needed to be attached to a piece of twin and fed down the stairs, hung along the wall and ceiling, so someone could stand at the bottom of the stairs and pull it to ring the bell.
THERE IS NO POST ORDER. IF YOU NEED PHOEBE TO DO/SAY SOMETHING JUST LET ME KNOW!
Remi, Melita,
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Remi - 01-10-2019
Remi returned Phoebe's smile warmly as he stepped inside, shooting a smile over his shoulder at
Chuckling he stepped inside to listen to what it was the midwife needed.
Though teas and tonics were certainly more in his wheelhouse, he also thought he could make quick work of the bell system. [say]"I will work on the bell."[/say] He said, glancing around at the three woman to see if anyone had any objections to this. If he heard none, he'd pick up the twine and begin to consider the task.
The problem was that the twine needed to remain taut enough that the small movement of the string would ring the bell upstairs, while remaining in one fixed position. Twitching his lips, Remi cupped his palms until a number of small metal nails appeared, though they were bent in a 'u' shape, and were sharp on each side. Creating a hammer as well, the alchemist slowly began to string the twine around the door frame and up the stairs, making sure to create a 'tunnel' with the nails for the twine to go through. That way it wouldn't be disturbed, wouldn't move, and would remain in a fixed and taut position.
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Rexanna - 01-10-2019
Remi’s smile was flashed back at her and she returned it, before another voice called out to catch her attention. Melita, the sweet girl that Rexanna and Alistair had roasted the vampiric pumpkins with. Her head tilted, having zero idea that Melita had been following her, to flash a grin to the girl and dip of her head. As if to say she, too, wasn’t certain what was going on. But she followed Remi into the clinic, to be met with another cheerful young woman who greeted Remi and Melita and Rex as well. She offered the girl a bright smile, glancing around the clinic as Phoebe expressed she needed help.
“[say]Rexanna.[/say]” She offered in a way of greeting, her voice remaining with that sultry undertone. Her head nodded as she listened to the tasks Phoebe had set, and she took another look around before Remi announced he’d work on the bell. Her attention then turned to Melita and the likelihood that the girl might be better at making teas and tonics than she was, and she chose in that moment to move the furniture. She looked to the bundle of paper she had brought, the gift Remi had made her, and took the quill and dipped it in a bit of the ink before writing in a nicely legible way that she’d take the furniture job.
Setting the pad down on a counter, she looked to Phoebe for what kind of direction she might have. When Phoebe handed her the hand drawn layout, she beamed a smile to the girl in a means of saying thanks before she studied it and glanced around to find the furniture that would fit in each spot. She knew she’d need some help with the beds, but the chairs and tables should be easy enough. She picked a room to furnish first, pulling the curtain aside she moved to grab a chair and step inside. She imagined where the bed would go and put the chairs accordingly to where it would be comfortable to sit beside the bed should it be needed. Then, she took one of the smaller tables and put it on the other side of where the bed would go – leaving enough room to be able to pull the bed in.
She did the same to the two other rooms before looking at the beds that were left with a curious tilt of her head. Perhaps she could try and move them on her own? Moving over to the bed, she tugged on it before realizing it wouldn’t give way and laughed quietly to herself. “[say]Might need some bed help.[/say]” Her voice purred and she laughed quietly at the sound before shaking her head and waiting until someone was able to help her, folding throws and patting the pillows to fluff them up a bit as she strategized, leaning against one of the beds.
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Melita - 01-12-2019
M E L I T A
Phoebe reminded her of tangible warmth, the sun’s luminous rays, the ebb and flow of sea waves, the gentle, lulling trace of breezes and petals. It was peace and repose, a humming sanctuary right beneath her nose, and Melita smiled, her bright, ebullient grin folding over her lips easily, naturally swayed by earnestness and compassion; she’d once thrived on it, leaning into her mother’s embrace, listening to the heart of myths and legends. She’d gladly render her efforts and might.
The tasks seemed fair enough – though sorely lacking in fighting monsters or foes (perhaps one of the few talents she possessed besides recklessness and a raucous atmosphere) – the others taking up their talents with maneuvering furniture or stringing together a new bell. All that was left were the teas and tonics, and for a moment, Melita hesitated. Anything regarding delicacy or grace was bound to be mired into the chaotic simply by her actions alone, too impulsive, too bestial, too ardent; she was suddenly afraid she’d ruin things. Didn’t this require precision, attention, and carefulness? These weren’t facets the girl currently possessed – though steadfast and valorous, she was also one of the first to always rush into the fray, not meticulous or scrupulous, a bit of an untamed, wild thing. She steadied her breath and her trembling hands, nerves getting the best of her, for she didn’t want to fail, didn’t want to waste this woman’s time, didn’t want to be regarded as inept and stupid, blinded by ignorance. “To the teas and tonics then!” She winked, rushing forward, pretending to forge on ahead, a pattern, a ritual, she comprehended very well.
A recipe book isn’t a demon, she chastised herself, but her glance indicated otherwise, and she’d be much more comfortable if it was. She took in the light herbs, the hanging strands of future, beneficial rights, and hoped her efforts wouldn’t blight the whole thing. Her eyes peeked at the papers, trembling fingers running through the pages, scanning over plants and leaves she recognized, could put together without bludgeoning and destroying the precious artifacts. The mortar and pestle were at least a grand tool, and she’d be able to grind things down, shove her strength and might into the substance, watch them pulverize, grant herself the luxury of movement and power. She willed herself to be slow, methodical, sent up a silent prayer and plea to whatever gods watched over her now, taking the fronds and placing them in the container, maneuvering her newfound weapon in strict verity; checking in every once and while to see them turn into tiny fragments, become something other than a blossom from a brook’s edge.
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Phoebe - 01-15-2019
Phoebe was so relieved when they all agreed to help her. Talk about a weight off of her shoulders! She was a bit surprised when Remi offered to work on the bell instead of the teas, but she supposed he was the tallest so it made some sense. Why the tiny Rexanna took the furniture was beyond her but she happily handed her the layout plan. Melita seemed an eager sort and trusted her to follow a recipe. They weren't difficult recipes after all.
Unfortunately, when Rexanna asked for help, Phoebe was a bit indisposed, covered in paint as she was trying to get the sign ready. Why was it that even the simplest painting tasks turned into big messes? Also, why did she keep talking like that? And writing things down? She would have to ask Remi later. [say]"I will be there to help as soon as I can!"[/say] Phoebe said in her chipper manner. But she wouldn't be particularly helpful. The midwife was lightly built and not particularly strong.
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TASKS:
1. Teas and Tonics
Notes: With the herbs and other ingredients successfully smashed to smitherines, Melita would now have to appropriately portion the teas into little sachets and put the tonic ingredients into a mild alcohol or water to steep. Hopefully she had been keeping track of everything she smashed, what was what, and new how to measure by weight with the little scale on the table.
2. Furniture
Notes:
3. The Bell System
Notes: Remi lucked out with the most straightforward task, and he cracked the most difficult part with ease. Once the tacks were in place, the twine strung, and bell attached at the top, he would be free to help either Rexanna or Melita.
THERE IS NO POST ORDER.
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Remi - 01-15-2019
Trotting down the stairs, Remi pulled the cord and listened. Faintly upstairs he could hear the chiming of the bell and smiled with satisfaction.
Hearing Rex's sultry call for help, Remi grinned and shook his head, jogging back up the stairs two at a time. Leaning against the door frame he gave the sapphire-eyed woman and sly smile and folded his arms. [say]"If I did not know better, I would think you were looking for a completely different sort of help in here."[/say] Remi chuckled, levelling an amused stare in her direction.
[say]"Alright then—"[/say] Remi said, moving towards the headboard so that he could easily take hold of it. [say]"—care to show me where I should put this?"[/say] He laughed trying to match her own seductive phrases, but sounding far too boyish and gentle to issue anything other than a smirk.
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Rexanna - 01-16-2019
After Rexanna had called for assistance in maneuvering the bed, she turned her attention to the décor of throws and pillows, some little trinkets for the tables to make it feel more welcoming and organized those in a pleasing way. She heard Phoebe’s voice from somewhere else within the building and she nodded, despite the fact that nobody would be able to see her. Then, she continued to stare at the beds and how they might fit better in the space provided.
It didn’t take long before Remi had come to her aid, and she grinned at him a brilliant white smile as he leaned against the door frame. As he spoke, she snorted and gave him an incredulous look with a waggle of her eyebrows. “[say]Might get someone in my pants one day.[/say]” She purred, flashing him a wink before breaking into a bright, chiming laugh. Then as he moved toward the headboard, she moved toward the end and prepared to move the bed as well. She listened as he matched her tone and another chuckle left her lips before she leveled a playful look at him.
“[say]Oh Remi, you truly can’t miss it.[/say]” She said again with her sultry voice and a laugh sent in Remi’s direction, adding to their little game, before she pointed toward the corner of one of the rooms she had pulled the curtain aside for. She gestured toward the table she had already made up and the chairs scattered in the room with just enough room to place the bed in a way that was perpendicular to the wall and still easily accessible from either side. She returned to Remi and grabbed onto the end of the bed with a slight shrug as if to say ’one down, two to go!’
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Melita - 01-19-2019
M E L I T A
Had Melita’s mother been able to cross into the Rift, had they all been given just a bit more time, she might’ve acquired some of the healer’s skills. The only thing truly keeping any of these moments together were her memories of the mender’s hut, the gathering of herbs, the tiny sachets containing just the right amount of the necessary herb. She grimaced for a few moments, eyeing the filaments of plant life in the bowl, then forced her gaze back to the pages of the nearby tome. Had she ground enough? Was this the required amount? The youth allowed her stare to wander along the room again, take in everything, before landing upon a scale nearby. A sigh of relief escaped her lungs, and she grabbed hold of it gently, bringing it back to her chosen spot. There, she could do this. Her thoughts went back to her mother, all the delicate ways she’d poured the contents along the beams, sliding things back and forth until they measured just so, then carefully placing them into the paper packets, labeling them for safekeeping, for anyone who needed their contents.
She tried to mimic them, but she’d always been a poor student of anything subtle; she forced herself to breathe as she funneled the leaves upon the scale, as she transferred the weights back and forth, as she carefully slid them into their chosen papers and labeled them. She repeated the act over and over, far more cautious than she’d ever been on the battlefield, in the shadows, in the waiting grace of the sun. A few slid from her hold and she would scoop them up as best she could, fingers trembling not over the art of warfare, but the fragility of the task – the monumental ways she could ruin things.
Next up was the tonics – and she gathered the necessary bowls and water, allowing them to steep as she proffered a prayer to her beloved family, bowing her head at those precious hours that felt so long ago. Thank you, mother; blessed her for showing her daughter those talents, those skills, despite not being able to employ them well at all. She repeated the prior gestures when they were done, painstakingly dividing up portions, weighing, then sliding into the packets.
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Phoebe - 01-19-2019
Phoebe was glad Remi had been done quickly so Rexanna got the help she needed in a timely manner. She really did have the hardest task, but the young midwife was very grateful for her help. By the time he had helped her move the first bed, Phoebe finished her sign and set it aside to dry. As she wiped the paint from her hands, she glanced back towards Melita. The blonde had an eye for nervousness, especially in fellow women. She had to, for her line of work. You'd be surprised how many tried to hide their trepidation during what was one of the more difficult times of their lives. With a warm smile she approached Melita.
[say]"If you would like I can help you, or if you would rather help with the furniture, I can finish this up."[/say] she offered in a friendly tone, giving Melita the option to complete the task with Phoebe's help or move on to something else.
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TASKS:
1. Teas and Tonics
Notes: Yay for Melita, Phoebe has come to help you! You have two choices, stay and let the midwife help you finish the task, and perhaps glean some knowledge off her, or go help Remi and Rexanna move the furniture.
2. Furniture
Notes: Between the efforts of
POST ORDER:
Melita, please post first with your choice and subsequent actions.
RE: Babies, Cramps, and Rashes - Melita - 01-28-2019
M E L I T A
The other girl must have sensed her unease; no sooner had Melita completed another packet than Phoebe came swooping in, friendly and amiable. For once, the youth’s eyes fell, slightly downcast, expecting to be chastised despite all her efforts, because that was how some moments had played out. Her world and motivations had been impulse after impulse, heedless, reckless, and steadfast, and this time it might’ve cost her some pride, some hubris, weighting her down and coiling across her shoulders in a band of apprehension. Maybe Phoebe didn’t think she could do it. Maybe she’d caught her in the stranglehold of ineptitude, shaking her head in dismay when it became crystal clear that the honeybee girl was out of her element. Her essence was oil and fire, incensed determination, provoked mayhem, melee, disaster and ruin; this was carefully cultivated roots and berries, herbs and teas, sprung towards lips in signs of creation and healing, mending and soothing. Melita was none of those things, and it stung a little.
But she wasn’t down for long; the blistering fortitude of her might didn’t allow or permit dismay for long periods of time (she’d still be in the Rift, dead, sinking beneath rime waves, awaiting her eternal catacomb), hastening another long breath, a brilliant smile. She could see Phoebe’s kindness radiating along the corridors and parlors, how she was willing to assist, even offer the shield maiden a way out. Escape was there, proffered in furniture arranging, where she could use her strength and fervor to finish the accommodations. The temptation was there, lying in her heart, swayed by the idea of deliverance from the lines of trepidation; but then, if she was to succumb, when would she ever get better? Would she be destined to simply flee at a moment’s notice, whenever something got rough, difficult, or hard? She’d never done such a thing before – she’d been bullheaded and irreverent, ridiculous and catastrophic, a defiant chin raised against false gods and deceitful patrons. Cowardice was unlike her. Why would she start now?
She could learn, and she’d accept it, wholeheartedly. She’d soak it in, every speck of knowledge, every ounce, every granule of sagacity until she was consumed with wisdom; it was a measure of sedition and challenge in the weight of her stare, in the resolve curling between her fingers. “I’d love some help. My mother was a healer, but I didn’t acquire much of her skills.” Her tone was ebullient, a spark, a sizzling torrent, lacquered in the don’t underestimate me quadrants and the gentle breeze, because the whole realm was not out to spite her, and she understood that, could meld and mold the reasons within her mind. “Is this enough?” She gestured to the latest steeping leaves.