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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 30, 2004 3:52:50 GMT -5
The church stands on one of the quieter streets, the outside painted to keep in tune with the other buildings. There's no mistaking its function, the symbol of the main church clearly marked on the front doors.
It functions more as an emergency-room, given the nature of Elysium. Child sprained his ankle at the Fair? Actor got pelted by peanuts? The front part of the church deals with theses kind of injuries.
There's a side-entrance, but the normal Elysium-goers won't use it. Taking this door leads the visitor to another part of the church, separate from the emergency-room up front. This is the entrance for the working ladies of Elysium, and the priests here have a good knowledge about diseases, venereal and others. Customers of the ladies seldom use this, not willing to face an entire crowd of them.
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Post by Brightshield on Nov 3, 2004 17:37:03 GMT -5
(He slips into the side entrance discreetly, sits down with the girls and waits.)
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Nov 3, 2004 18:05:35 GMT -5
*Some of the girls waiting give Armagor dirty looks, as if he was the sole person responsible for getting them in this position in the first place. Others just sit, waiting to be healed so they can get back to work.
The clerics know this, and though they don't like it much, keeping people healthy is a large part of their respective faiths. The place isn't such a madhouse as the churches in the poorer sections, but the pace is brisk, and it doesn't take long for Armagor to be ushered into a small room. In it is a bed-on-wheels which looks slightly more comfortable than a wooden floor. a full-length screen to one side and a cleric of Sune with red hair and green eyes. She smiles at Armagor.*
Goodday, what seems to be the problem?
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Post by Brightshield on Nov 3, 2004 18:20:22 GMT -5
"I appear to have - contracted a disease."
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Nov 4, 2004 6:01:15 GMT -5
*She keeps herself from rolling her eyes.*
When, where, and what are the symptoms?
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Post by Brightshield on Nov 4, 2004 11:13:21 GMT -5
"I have a rash and a soreness down there" (he gestures in the direction of his belly) "for a day or so."
(He is having trouble meeting the priestesses eyes.)
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Nov 4, 2004 11:48:26 GMT -5
*the cleric just nods. This guy isn't the first who's embarassed, and he won't be the last.*
Let's have a look. There's a screen if you want some privacy.
*she gestures to the screen leaning against the wall.*
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Post by Brightshield on Nov 4, 2004 12:14:05 GMT -5
(He steps behind the screen and carefully removes his clothing beforeindicating he is ready.)
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Nov 4, 2004 12:33:05 GMT -5
*at Armagor's mark, she walks to him, and examines him.*
Hmm...Nothing serious. Most it'll do is itch like Hells. Back in a moment.
*she indicates he can get dressed again, as she leaves the room, closing the door behind her.*
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Post by Brightshield on Nov 4, 2004 12:45:28 GMT -5
(He gets dressed again carefully. If he was being watched, the observer might suspect he was a litle unfamiliar with the suit - but that passes.)
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Nov 4, 2004 13:03:52 GMT -5
*she returns a short while later, knocking once on the door so Armagor knows she's back, and then walks into the room. She's holding a flask in one hand.*
Here, this should clear it up soon enough. Apply liberally.
*She hands him the flask.*
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Post by Brightshield on Nov 4, 2004 13:17:16 GMT -5
(He takes the flask gingerly.)
"Thank you. What do I ah - owe you?"
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Nov 5, 2004 9:20:48 GMT -5
*she quotes a price of several goldpieces, mostly to cover the ingredients of the balm.*
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Post by Brightshield on Nov 5, 2004 9:32:59 GMT -5
(Armagor hands over the money asked for.)
"Thank you ma'am.
You are as lovely as you are kind, and a fitting servant of your Goddess. May she glow from your features for many years to come."
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Nov 5, 2004 9:46:11 GMT -5
*she bows in answer to the compliment.*
You're welcome, sir.
May the Goddess light your way, and keep you happy.
*with that, she sees him to the door of the room.*
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