Event Log: The Hills Are Silent

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The Silent Hill event
Where: Throughout the city
When: June 15th-20th
Warnings: Silent Hill comes to Hadriel, and with it, a few personalized monsters

On the morning of June 15th, a thick fog rolls into Hadriel. There's nothing quite terrifying about it yet, but it manages to drain the city of color, forcing a grey backdrop onto everything behind it. Feel free to go try to check it out if you want, just be careful, because it won't be too long until the sirens start blaring.

There's not exactly a reasonable explanation for where the sound is coming from: Hadriel doesn't have a speaker system, or any warning sirens in place for when something horrible happens. But you'd better find cover quickly, because shortly after the sirens start wailing, the city begins to change. Walls and furniture start to peel, revealing a bloody, hellish version of the city that you once knew. In addition, the monsters from the bestiary will roam the city, as well as a few other monsters that might hit a little closer to home.

Some characters may run into monsters which embody their own sins or insecurities. Some characters may be pursued by their friends' hellish mirrors. One thing is clear: you don't want any of these things catching you. Luckily, it isn't long before Hope makes a post, declaring the god temples as safe zones from all the creatures that are now loose upon the city.

The sirens will fade within a few hours, and the city will fall back to normal, the monsters will retreat back into the fog as if they were never there, and everything seems to be fine again, as if that terrifying experience was just some kind of twisted dream. You can tell yourself that, if you like... but that won't help much the next time the sirens start again.

► This log covers June 15th-20th.
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[zen_en_vert]

In one of the temples, Bruce comes across him in the half dark, and seeing him feels compelled to ask, quietly;

"Hey there. You doing all right?"

Food, water, those sorts of things- he assumes none of them are actually all right right now.

[muscovy]

When Muscovy looks up at being addressed, it becomes clear that he isn't really all right. He's curled up on himself, knees against his chest, elbows on his knees and hands over his head, and how stiff he looks when he unfurls betrays how long he must have been sitting in that position.

"I am not hurt."

Not anywhere on the surface, anyway. He's also not starving, so he figures that he counts as all right.

[zen_en_vert]

"I'm Bruce."

He says, introducing himself quietly. Muscovy looks not particularly all right, and he'd just like to make sure he isn't too badly in shock.

"I don't think we've met-?"

[muscovy]

"I'm-," he hasn't had to introduce himself since his encounter with Rey, and for a moment he hesitates because he can't sort through his feelings and reasons for introducing himself one way or the other (only first name and father's name or last name too) and ends up deciding on using the last name too. After all it is Firo's too, and was his first. "Muscovy Maglorion Prochainezo." He just assumes that Bruce doesn't have a last name to add to his and that is why he only introduced himself by one name; a lot of people only have one name.

[zen_en_vert]

"It's nice to meet you, Muscovy- is it all right if I call you that?

He checks still looking him patiently in the eyes.

"I'm the doctor here, and I know you said you're not hurt, but I do want to double check, no bumps or scrapes or anything?"

[muscovy]

He shakes his head at the question, but what Bruce said makes him perk up for a completely different reason and he drops his hands to look imploringly at the man.

"Are you Doctor Banner at the clinic?" The last five words sound like a quote - because they are. That is how Bianca described him to Muscovy.

[zen_en_vert]

"Yes, exactly, that's me."

He says, with a bit of a smile- it's nice, in a way, that that's what he's known for. Not the murder machine.

"People have told you about the clinic?"

[muscovy]

Not because he was asking about medical treatment or anything - he asked if Bianca knew how many people there were and she pointed to Bruce as the guy who might have kept track of that - but he has, and nods.

And his great interest in the clinic is caused by yet another factor.

"I have training as a medical assistant and a healer. So I should help you and you should teach me more, yes?"

Everything else would just be silly, in his opinion - when the world is so small that it is possible, all the medical types should clearly team up.

[zen_en_vert]

"Thank you, yes, that's a very good idea."

Says Bruce, moving to sit properly, since this is going to be a longer conversation, and his knees aren't what they once were.

"Why don't you tell me exactly what kind of training you have, and what your duties were as a medical assistant?"

Does he, for example, know that conversation is a good treatment for mild shock.

[muscovy]

Bruce sitting down with him and instead of immediately denying that Muscovy could have helpful medical knowledge and abilities is a nice surprise, startling so for how used he is to people being distrustful of his abilities, at least initially. But he doesn't get the impression that he's making fun of, which puts him at ease.

He tilts his head thoughtfully. How does he describe what training he has? His duties as a medical assistant are easier to narrow down, so he starts with that.

"I started with taking care of animals or helping with their care - injuries and illnesses and sometimes births - and sometimes people when it was urgent and there was no local healer, or they didn't have the money for one. And I gathered ingredients and made medicines and sold them. And sometimes when it was necessary I added a bit of healing to make sure that something really closed or didn't get infected if it was an injury in a bad place."

And then... well, then he'd turned into an actual assistant because he'd been a part of a department, of a team, and not only the physically and mentally youngest member but also the one with the least formal schooling or knowledge of sci-fi medicine. 'Trainee', as it had been called.

"And then I worked in a med bay. I was fully responsible for all the animals, and for people did parts of check-ups and changed bandages and such, assisted with more complicated surgeries, and I looked after equipment and medicines and such. And I learned a lot." Essentially a mixed position of trainee and nurse, with lots of learning and watching others do their thing on the side.

"And then when we got shipwrecked I had learned a lot and had some of the things from the ship, so when I took care of people who just arrived or got into trouble around me I had better equipment and knew more and could heal better, which was nice."

[zen_en_vert]

"Well, I probably won't be able to offer you opportunities like that, right away."

Bruce says, resting his elbows on his knees, and explaining;

"But that doesn't mean you won't certainly be useful. Tell me about the distinction between the two kinds of care you're talking about? You have surgeries- but you also have straight healing, which sounds like it's something else?"

[muscovy]

He didn't expect that it would be the same. A change of setting has always brought massive differences in how medicine was practised, in others and in him personally. So he nods at Bruce's words; that is fine.

"Three kinds." Or at least in his understanding there are three.

"The first is listening and feeling and herbs and warmth and knives.

The second is machines and lots of different tools and aspirin and antibiotics and sterile bandages.

The third is magic. I use my brain and heart to take care of infections and close wounds enough so they won't bleed, or stop things from growing that you can't get to otherwise." He thinks on it. "Like antibiotics and those rays, but more targeted, controlled and effective, but a lot more exhausting."

[zen_en_vert]

"And you're a proficient herbalist, a naturally talented healer, and a trainee medical doctor."

He reiterates, to be sure he has it.

"Well, we have very few seeds, and have traditionally had bad luck getting things to grow in the half-light down here, but then again, I don't really know what I'm doing, so it might be something to turn you to."

[muscovy]

"I learned how to heal." He didn't know that he could even do it before the Drabwurld. But all else seems to be correct, or correct enough, so a nod goes with the words.

"I had friends in the agriculture department, but I only watched them when they worked, I never learned what they did." So while he has an idea of handling plants inside places that have no natural light and are just plain weird, he has never actually done it.

"What do you do?" As a doctor, that is.

[zen_en_vert]

"Mostly, I deal with twisted ankles."

He admits, with a quiet smile.

"It's rubble here. There are monsters, but not often exactly. More often people trip and hurt themselves."

[muscovy]

That is good though, people not getting hurt badly and dying.

"Do people not get sick?"

[zen_en_vert]

"Almost never, yet. It's a small population, and I don't think people brought a lot of illness through with them. More common are injuries."

Small mercies.

"Although- anything big, like heart or kidney failure or cancer, we couldn't diagnose."

[muscovy]

He only learned about those on the Tranquility, and it is true, they probably don't have that kind of equipment here, judging by their surroundings. But maybe he could feel them... he can't be certain though, so he won't comment on it yet.

"If you could diagnose them, could you treat them?"

[zen_en_vert]

"Honestly, probably not. We could use the healers we have to try, but that would be all. There isn't the medical equipment, or the drugs we would need otherwise."

Any of it, really.

[muscovy]

He nods thoughtfully.

"Then it doesn't matter if we can diagnose it, yes?

...What do you have in equipment in the clinic?"

[zen_en_vert]

"Basically? Tables. And then just supplies- nothing like a scanner, no machinery-"

Rudimentary stuff.

"One of the key designers had experience in a Mobile Army Surgical Hospital, that's kind of the model we're using."

[muscovy]

He has no idea what a MASH is, but he figures that he will find out about it soon enough, so he simply nods.

"Where is the clinic?"

So he can find it once this is over. Or once this lasts for so long that people will try to adjust and return to their normal lives.

[zen_en_vert]

"I'll show you, once it's safe to go around outside."

An unpleasant reminder of what's happening right now, but worth bringing the conversation back to;

"How are you feeling now that you've got your breath?"

[muscovy]

"There are still feelings in my head that aren't mine."

So he's not really feeling better, even though he was distracted from them for a while which was nice.

[zen_en_vert]

"That's just the temple. It'll be like that until we can go out the door- but we hopefully won't have to be here too much longer, and even though it's a little alarming, it isn't actually dangerous."

He promises.