[PQ] primum non nocere

Isla take your medicine Isla hasn't advertised this on the Notice Board - for good reason. Since what happened with the infirmary, she has been keen to keep any activities regarding it quiet. It's not something she will be able to maintain for long, especially if those in the Hollowed Grounds wish to use the facilities, but for now at least, she wants to keep this between those she trusts and the citizens of the Grounds. So she arrives at the smoke damaged doors to the place one night soon after the fire, swallowing hard and frowning at the state of it even at a first glance. This will take days and no small amount of hard work, but Isla will persist. She always does, especially when lives are potentially at risk. This is a PQ to rebuild the infirmary! It will take place over a few days: 1. Varus 2. Remi 3. Mabel

REMI

the alchemist

there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.

Whatever feelings the alchemist has about expecting that Varus will be present during this re-build, he does his best to keep carefully schooled from his face. It won’t help anyone, nor will it change anything for Remi to stiffen or wince or look away during certain moments, and so he simply vows to see through everything he can’t yet see on its own.

It’s hard to arrive silently with wings so large, but Remi does what he can. Still, as one of the few non-ascended in the grounds—and a demigod at that—rarely does he go unnoticed. “Hey.” He offers kindly to the silhouette he knows so well. Folding his wings against his back until they meld into his skin, he offers Isla a warm smile that reaches his eyes, but not his bones.

in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.

MABEL

Mabel had heard about the fire, of course. She’d also taken heed and steered clear of that portion of the Grounds for a few days, entirely uncertain and wary of any elements that could trigger another death on her part. Who was to say there’d be any coming back from the next one? So she only arrived when everything seemed settled, save for the repairs.

Though her eyes flickered over the damaged wares, nervous, hands beginning to tremble at the ends until she curled and balled them into fists. “I would like to help,” she uttered towards Isla, her trepidation going right towards Remi too. Another breath, and she squared her shoulders, her features returning to their restless proportions.

I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out

you better run, boy, run, but be afraid. cry, boy, cry, don't play the game

He’s a bit late, to be honest, but he doesn’t come unprepared! That counts for something, right? Right. He arrives shortly after everyone else, wearing a dark short sleeve shirt, one metal arm on display while the other fiddles with the tools he’d brought — everything between hammers and nails to things to clean up the smoke. He slips easily to Isla’s side, offering her a bright fanged smile, before he’s offering the same to Remi and Mabel in greeting with a dip of his head.

“Sorry I’m late. Couldn’t find the hammer and then remembered I left it in the study.” Exactly where they had left it in between building the bookshelves and office space for Isla’s home. “Good to see you again, Remi.” He adds, before his attention is flickering to the unknown woman, that same fanged smile placed on his face. “Don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Cal.” Soon enough his introductions are done and he can focus on Isla’s task once again.

“So what’s first?” Is he excited? A little bit. He’d always been a bit of a handyman. And since it benefitted both the Grounds and Isla, well, it was easy for him to get involved.

gravity holds me  d o w n

VARUS