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[sulfa]

This is Wade. Doc Hicks and I wanted to put the word out that anyone who needs medical attention now or in the future can find one of us - I'm in Room 310 and Gene's camped out by the bonfire. We're in the process of establishing a clinic in the chapel vestry for the sick and injured. If you have any information on new medical developments from your time or have any medications from the future, please share them.

And lastly: if you go out into the woods, bring one of us along. That's what we're here for.

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[evocation]

[It's pretty much her job, but she seems satisfied by that answer.]

Oh, I get it. At least you're not telling me it's totally fake or something.

[preseance]

Ain't my place.

( even if he held that opinion, it ain't like he'd say it aloud. all manner of folk move through the world under different winds, it ain't on him to decide what their reality looks like. gene is silent a moment, an' then he tips his head to one side. he ain't a man much governed by any manner of uncertainty, but it's with prevailing shyness that he asks, )

But... would you mind demonstratin' something?

[evocation]

[Kyna grins immediately. If he's asking her to show off, that's her favorite passtime.]

Yeah, sure. What is it?

[preseance]

No, ain't got anythin' specific in mind. Just — somethin'. Anythin', really. Whatever your favourite bit of magic is.

( his pa would love it. )

[evocation]

Oh. Uh... My favorite spells look kind of lame now, with this whole weird...

[She gestures vaguely at the room around them.]

No light thing.

[She rocks back on her heels, considering, then smiles as she seems to decide. With a wave of her hand, bright multicolored wildflowers bloom out of the pockets of his pants. If he tries to touch them, though, his hands will pass right through them.]

[preseance]

( he knows what it's like to be bereft of somethin' so deeply and functionally you that it's like missin' a limb. ghosts are a sense of peace an' calm to him, a little bit of quiet in the shock an' awe of war. havin' that torn away is an unkind thing to bear.

he imagines it ain't any different for her. light holds back the darkness, an' given the place they're all gathered in that's bound to trouble her. his brow is furrowed a mite in sympathy, but the moment she does her spell it fades off.

his earliest memory's of a barnstormer up in montgomery. watchin' planes tip on their sides an' near kiss the dirt of the flatland fields, an' then soar up on in the sky instilled in him a deep an' abidin' love of the open air. half the reason he became a paratrooper, right there. but it's that same look then as now on his face. somethin' effusive. pure joy.

he doesn't move to wave his hands through them or anythin' so overt, but he does reach down to touch the curve of a petal, an' he's still smilin' when there's no substance to it. )

How about that.

( she may as well have caught a falling star in the cup of her hands, for his amazement. )

[evocation]

[Kyna is utterly delighted by his reaction. It might be the best one she's ever gotten from showing someone her magic, and she's beaming.]

Pretty neat, huh?

[preseance]

Lordy. I ain't never—

( but he doesn't finish the thought. just laughs a bit, shakes his head. )

An' anyone can do this, where you're from? Or is it a matter of aptitude an' such?

[evocation]

Yeah, anyone can do it. Or, uh, anyone can learn, I guess, but some people are better than others. My brother sucks at magic.