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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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[preseance]

( when you can talk to the dead, an' often do, history's an open book. lotta ghosts are so hungry for the slightest bit'a human contact around they'll sit with you an' while away the eons engaged in all manner of talk. an' he spent an awful, awful lotta days in france. which he's glad of now, if for nothin' else than to have served to put the fella in a state of slightly better cheer. )

Church oughta do. Just, ah, look for two fellas with red crosses on their arms. Can't hardly miss us.

[policier]

Indeed. I shall meet you there shortly, then.

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[preseance]

( he's workin' whenever javert drops on in. rippin' up sheets an' foldin' them for later use. just in case. he ain't a man what's keen on sittin' quiet an' still. always somethin' to be done in war, after all.

when the other man enters, he'll pause an' look up, an' upon seein' the fellow he'll raise a hand in greeting. )

[policier]

( Javert appears just as punctually as he promised, dressed in his police uniform, which should only make his identity that much more obvious. He walks over to where Gene is sitting, not returning the greeting until he's seated down next to him, stiff and formal. )

Thank you for meeting me. ( He says, then waves a hand at the makeshift bandages. ) I hope you're not too busy?

[preseance]

( oh, he recognizes it plain enough. how many ghosts did he see in france, after all? an' a fair number of 'em dressed like this. gene stands briefly when javert approaches an' only sits again once he does. )

It ain't any trouble.

( he puts the last of the bandages into the old box he's usin' to store 'em an' sets it on the pew beside him, leanin' forward an' claspin' his hands between his knees. )

So what can I do for ya, sir?

[policier]

( A man after his own heart. They barely even met and Javert already feels like he likes him. He's respectful and diligent. Javert tips his head a little, which is about as proper of greeting as anyone is going to get from him outside of a bow. )

We were going to talk about history. ( He sits with his back ramrod straight, and his hands on his thighs. )

You must be well-educated, to be able to know so much.