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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]

No one ever taught me manners.

[This is a lie.]

So I probably shouldn't be in charge.

[preseance]

Ah, you don't even need 'em to be an effective leader.

( carol st amos is just about the most unpleasant s.o.b in all the land, big as a bear an' twice as mean besides, but he's good at what he does an' he loves his men. there ain't a man in love company that doesn't think the good captain would steer them wrong. but gene's heard him cuss a blue streak off a barn, too. )

But if you're sure, maybe Wade'n'me can draw straws.

[evocation]

Nah. Wade can't be the leader because he thinks my jokes are dumb.

[preseance]

What a right scoundrel. I'm appalled, I surely am.

( the mock-indignation is hittin' peak, over here. )

[evocation]

[She lets out a little huff. He's faking, but she'll take it anyway.]

Thank you. He gave me a pity laugh.

[preseance]

Our Wade? Irwin Wade? Christ o'Lordy, speakin' of manners.

You give me just one minute, Miss Kyna, an' I'll go an' avenge your honour.

( there's a sound as gene puts his tablet down, and then a brief rustle, and then the sound of somethin' bein' tossed. it was probably a pen. )

[evocation]

[She sounds positively delighted now.]

What did you do?

[preseance]

( in an utterly casual deadpan, )

Chucked a pen at his head. Ah reckon he's been thoroughly chastised on your account.

( the accent gets worse when he's bein' playful. sorry, kyna, you'll need a babelfish before too long if this keeps up. )

[evocation]

You're the best. Too bad there's no lockers to shove him into.

[preseance]

( that gets a laugh. )

All right, all right, that might be pushin' it. But ain't no harm in givin' the fella a hard time.

[evocation]

He's a big boy, he can handle it.

[And thus Wade's life got worse.]

What's the first lesson, anyway?

[preseance]

We talkin' medics or manners?

( there has been much discussion of teaching kyna valuable life skills, help a fella out. )

[evocation]

Uh... I meant the medic stuff, but now I wanna know what you'll say about manners.

[preseance]

( HE WAS TEASING, KYNA, GOSH. )

First lesson can happen any time you think you're feelin' up for it. I ain't about to wait for everybody to be ready, it'd shake out 'bout as well as herdin' cats in a hurricane.

As to manners, well. How's your curtsy? Hear that's real important for the ladies.

[evocation]

[She lets out a snort of a laugh.]

I've never curtsied in my life.

[preseance]

Well there you have it. You oughta practice that one. I'll even show you how, I hear tell my curtsy's impeccable.

[evocation]

If I actually see you curtsy, I'll totally practice.

[preseance]

Well, you just saunter on down to the clinic then, an' I'll show you. It's all in the ankle, really.

( funny thing about bein' in an active warzone s'long as he has, you tend to fill your dance card with other fellas, an' take turns playin' the lady's part. you bet your ass he curtsies. )

[evocation]

It's in the chapel, right?

[preseance]

Yes ma'am.

[evocation]

[So Kyna teleports over, appearing outside the doors of the church. She still doesn't quite trust herself not to misjudge unfamiliar distances and hit a wall. She pushes the door open and peeks inside, grinning when she sees Gene.]

Okay, I'm ready to be impressed.

[preseance]

( oh, well. that was faster'n'he was expecting, but he doesn't let the surprise show. he just raises his eyebrows when she comes on in through the door an' stands only a little stiffly, on account'a how long he's been sittin'.

give him a moment, kyna, he's gotta get the flourish down-pat in his mind, an' he's holdin' up a finger to forestall any further comment. an' then he just executes the maneuver flawlessly, hands spread as if holdin' some invisible dress, ankles neatly crossed. he's grinnin' back as he bobs back up. )

Well, it pass muster?

[evocation]

[Kyna bursts out laughing, genuinely surprised by how graceful that was.]

Okay, Cinderella, good job. Do they teach you that in the army?

[preseance]

( as pop culture references go, it's a bit before his time, so she just sort of gets a faintly quizzical look. )

Nah, that one was New York. Got up to a world'a mischief in the seedy Brooklyn underbelly.

( he Did Not. but. it's fun to tease her about, knowin' that they've got some of that in common. )

[evocation]

All those scary curtsying thugs?

[She gestures towards him vaguely.]

Do it again?