[ OPEN ] Calling All Healers: We've Earned a Rest

[fleurdesel]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Adelaide LeBlanc
RECIPIENT: All
WHAT: Brief announcement
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Discussion of drinking, Log here

This is, I suppose, a message that is long overdue and somewhat moot as things have run quite well without making a formal announcement over the matter, but in the interest of making it plain where your reports and requests and notes on inventory, difficult patients, and possible research go- I am Councilor Adelaide LeBlanc and I work under Commander Cullen Rutherford, handling matters of the Inquisition's healers. Their needs, their reports, their requests.

And as the one that reads your reports, requests, and attempts to mind overall inventory to the best of our ability- considering the recent missions and trials the Inquisition has faced? I believe a reward for your patience, resilience, and dedication to your vocation and the Inquisition is long overdue. Tonight in the Orlesian healing tents space will be cleared, refreshments provided, and for an evening we might set aside our mantle of responsibility to simply meet one another outside the lines of our professional bond and enjoy a quiet night. You may invite a friend along if you like and all healers are welcome- mages, surgeons, herbalists, volunteers. As long as no work is done. If you see me taking notes or filling out reports? You are welcome to take them from me and offer another mug of tea.

Comments

[fightingale]

I'd say that persistent sparkle was rather more alarming a concern than the personality, though... ah, on further reflection they are thoroughly entwined.

[byblow]

You

are a menace.


But if you're implying my personality is sparkling, thank you.

[fightingale]

And it feels like only yesterday you were lamenting my severity.

( It could have been yesterday, honestly, she's still Princess Stabbity. )

You personality certainly renders you sparkling; close enough, I think.

Oh, Abarca has acquired a beautiful new glitter, by the by. Pink and silver-- you remember Abarca, yes?

( Surface dwarf. Antivan. A jawline to aspire to. )

[byblow]

[ There is a prolonged and trepedatious silence. ]

I only just got rid of the old glitter. I had to take five baths.

[ombranera]

We had to drain the baths and scrub them twice.

[fightingale]

Lesson learned, one presumes?

[ombranera]

Next time he comes in covered with glitter? We are washing him in the yard.

[fightingale]

If we've learned anything in recent times, it's that you could probably make him hold a rose between his teeth and then charge admission.

[ombranera]

Mmm. I am to ask him before making such plans in the future.

[ Their brother has pride yet to wound. Who knew? ]

[fightingale]

-- I hope that you mean consecutively, and not that you have only bathed five times since the glittering?

[byblow]

Er... yes.

That's what I mean.

[ THE GLITTERING omf ]

[fightingale]

You don't need to repel darkspawn via fragrance, Alistair.

[byblow]

It's not the darkspawn. It's the women.

[ Beating them back with sticks, don't you know. ]

[fightingale]

Oh, you Fereldans. Surely you know by now that all mabari are drawn to terrible smells, even the female ones.

( — leliana, 9:42, she who is only fereldan when it is convenient, and never aesthetically, and still is haunted by dog drooling everywhere )

[ombranera]

[ Warm, crackling laughter. ] Ah, now there is our Leliana. We have missed you.

[byblow]

Have we? Have we really?

[ He doesn't sound remotely convincing in his offense. If anything he might cry from joy. ]

[fightingale]

( With a gently exaggerated air of nostalgia: )

Do either of you recall the time we were going to paint tar on the inside of Oghren's boots, only to be so repelled by the smell that we abandoned the project?

( Don't be Oghren, Alistair. At least be the second best Origins ginger, even if you won't ever be the first. )

[ombranera]

Did we not burn those? I think Morrigan set them on fire in a reflexive act of self defense.

[ He shudders. ]

Then we had to contend with the odor and the smell of burning leather.

[byblow]

I don't appreciate [ except his voice has that strained, oddly-pitched tone that totally betrays repressed chuckling ] what you're implying, Leliana.



Poor Oghren. I'm sure they were comfortable.

[arcaneadvisor]

[Her name was mentioned, she is summoned.

(Actually no Bella linked me this hello, Fifth Blight Veterans unite.)]

Tis a wonder he did not combust, the fumes that spewed from him as they did yet with my camp so far from yours, with the stench burning my eyes, wilting the herbs in my pack? There was no other path to take. Yet, I believe I could have lived without seeing Oghren's feet, such a sight shall haunt me to the end of my days.

[There are the horrors of the Fifth Blight that they record, and then there are those that only the survivors remember.]

[fightingale]

Well might we have saved the world, but at what cost? Such terrors, once unleashed, can never be locked away.

[ombranera]

Perhaps we might all meet for brandy in the Rookery in remembrance of the horrors we have shared. I'll bring treats for the ravens, and the nugs.