Oft got without merit, oft lost without deserving

[Ugh. Journal broadcasts to the entire community. He has never enjoyed this and never will. But shit needs to get done. So. Law’s just going to take a moment to procrastinate about the whole announcement business (UGH, did he mention he hates this), pull a brief face, and then flip open his journal to begin broadcasting.]

Hello, I’m Trafalgar Law, head of the Battle Dome Clinic. There are two clinics in Luceti, the one I just mentioned, and the one in the village proper, run by Litchi Faye Ling. If you are injured, have a pre-existing condition that needs treatment, or just want a check up, we are always available to help. As well, we are always looking for volunteers for both clinics, especially trained healers, nurses, and doctors. So if you’re interested in contributing, please speak to Doctor Faye-Ling or myself.

While we’re on this topic, there are other services we’ve put together in Luceti to ease the transition of adapting to community life. We have a Welcome Center, next to the Bakery and across from the Town Clinic, to help New Feathers get settled in. If you find yourself in trouble, or just feel unsafe in the village, there is also a safe house program run from there. Please speak to Miss Rydia about the particulars. And if you just need a friendly ear to talk things out, the SOS Brigade is available to listen and aid you with your problems.

[… that’s the intro. Now, getting into the meat of this.]

Unfortunately, one of the facts of life in this village is that we occasionally see quite a bit of combat. Mostly in the drafts that happen every couple months. I will say it now, if you are called up for one of those, there is no getting out of it by any means. The Malnosso are completely indiscriminate about their ‘volunteers’.

So if you are new, and especially if you have limited combat skills or are a non combatant altogether, it is something to start thinking of now. There is a school of combat run by Miss Buffy Summers, in which you will be matched with an appropriate teacher and trained in combat. There is also a group run by Miss Suki, geared towards teaching girls the arts of self defence, the Kyoshi Warriors. I highly recommend that non combatants or people who need their fighting skills honed at least check one of these groups out. It could mean all the difference.

Given this fact of life here, Doctor Faye-Ling, Raine Sage, and myself, have decided to put together a course for combat related first aid. No experience is necessary to take this class – we will take anyone of any skill level. We’ll be meeting every Wednesday and Sunday, from 3pm to 9 pm, in one of the Battle Dome Simulation chambers. However, for those interested, these lessons will be intensive and they are not for the squeamish. There’s a lot to go over and we will be practicing on simulated holographic injuries. Please take that into consideration before signing up. Thank you.



[((OOC: Lessons are detailed in this post here and are assumed handwaved unless players have something they really want played out. If your characters want to attend these lessons, but, for whatever reason, don't reply, please click on the above link and comment to the entry so I can keep track of who's in class. Thanks.))]

[Godfriggin’ experiments.

Of course there’s one. The New Feather cycle seems to be winding up (It’s a morbid wonder what they’ll get next batch) and it’s a perfect time to rattle the cages a bit. It’s chaos… and while some of it is amusing as hell to watch over the journals… most of it is just exasperating, and some plain mentally traumatising.

And it’s all so. Damn. LOUD.

… if this keeps up, he’s going to have an addiction to headache medicine. He just knows it.

So it’s a hot shower for him in an effort to ease the migraine and any lingering soreness from the intensive training from earlier in the day. A shave to clean up the stubble sneaking in around his goatee and a note to find a barber in Luceti, because, damn he needs a haircut.

It’s when he’s getting dressed and just looking through his closet for a shirt when it hits and his headache just got 100% worse

Possibly because his head just went through the roof - literally. ]

WHAT THE------!!!!!!!!!!

…

?????

[…

…that’s not his voice. That's--

… and… everything feels way too tight around him. Constraining. Before he twitches and he feels plaster just shatter around him.

…

… oh, oh fuck.

FUCK.]

…

… Bepo?

[He has no idea that his journal has landed open and the whole thing is now transmitting.

Because he has bigger concerns.

Starting with the floor beginning to creak ominously under him.]





{{OOC: replies will be coming from notwhitebeard and all tags will be answered tomorrow evening.}}

[It is cold. It is so freaking damn cold out up this mountain, even by the standards of a North Blue native…]



( [ … even in a cosy cave, where a crackling fire makes things seem even cosier. It’s finally where Trafalgar Law can reflect on the trials of the day: beginning with nearly freezing to death because the bastards (whoever they are) stole his clothes, hearing strange but helpful not!voices in his head, clawing his way through the mountains. And the drugs. The damned insane drugs. Until the reappearance of a certain something drove home the point that drugs were perhaps the thing he should be least concerned with.] )



[Which brings us back to this: It is cold. It is so freaking damn cold out up on this here mountain, even by the standards of a North Blue native, even with a fire, and the window displaying the feed from the journal occasionally seems to be shivering. There is light flickering in the background, visible as the journal’s pages are flipped, but a face doesn’t come into view, just yet. Whoever’s on the other end is trying to make sense of all this, and right now ‘sense’ means sitting down and listening to you talk on this crazy den den book. Finally though, he’s had enough…]

[VOICE:]

Luceti? …is that what this place is called? But where exactly is it? I’ve never heard of any place like this before.

[It’s mildly said, but… answers. He wants answers. You can hear it vibrating in the inflection of his tone.

Can you really blame him?]

((OOC: Putting this up tonight. Will answer tags tomorrow evening after work.))