Sunshine Medical Tent If you've ever seen the apocethary "Sunshine Salves" in Astorea (run by the martyr of an alchemist), you might already know about her desire to take care of anyone she can with her special potions and teas. Set up fairly close to the Ale Game to be safe, this tent is a bit like a nurse's station. You'll find a few cots to rest in if you feel sick and tired, and Solaria will be right there at a small table with a warm glow of illumancy ready to be used, a box full of potions, and ingredients in case she runs out. If you're not feeling well, come in for a free health check or for something to heal your wounds and drunk stupor. Just make sure to look at the sign carefully, because it notes in thick letters: "It won't taste good, but it's good for you! I promise some of the tea is normal, and none of this stuff is dangerous. I was careful no to bring any of that, I think." Service: Medicine and Healing
Emerath couldn't tell if he was just too drunk, or if he actually saw the woman and her green hair that he had befriended so early in the game. He was mostly friends with the hair. Or maybe that was just the ale talking. For all he knew she was a drunken hallucination. But there was only one way to find out! Emerath walked forward, carefully, to seem less drunk. He didn't want to freak Solaria out in case it was her. But much to his delight, it appeared that she had set up a tent! For healing! He smiled and very carefully pushed his way into the tent after he watched the woman disappear into it, the cloth flap proving a major inconvenience in his drunken state. He pushed past the cloth, but it ended up getting tangled around his arm, and the man whipped around before putting up his fists like someone had just grabbed him. Which, to be fair, the tent had. "I will fight you," he told the tent flap, before he realized that it wasn't going to move again. That it wasn't possessed, and that Emerath was just being dumb. "Right then. That's what I thought," he told the unmoving tent flap, before turning to find Solaria again. "Solaria? I'm not been drinking, I swear. But it looks like you are doing medical stuff. Maybe you can help my not drunkenness? I'd appreciate that. But I'm not drunk. Can you just do a warm light show or something and make these not drunk symptoms go away?" He sat down on a cot, and gave a heavy sigh. He swore he wasn't getting drunk. He hoped she believed him. He knew she wouldn't.
To her surprise, it hadn't been too busy in her medical booth- meaning, at least a few times, she'd been able to ask someone to keep an eye on things so she could wander the faire herself. However, it was during one of her moments at the desk that for once, she got a familiar patient. A patient that was clearly lying through his teeth, and failing at it considerably to boot. With a soft sigh, she stood and pulled the familiar man, @Emerath Katou, forcefully by the hand to a cot. She sat him down and put her hands on her hips. "Not drunk my butt. Only a drunk would say it so much like that, you know. 'He who denies too heartily is of a guilty conscience', you know." She didn't remember where that came from, but who cared? It was still pretty likely true. Wandering to her desk, she tugged a cup out of a box that hadn't been used yet, then began to pour an already made batch of 'not drunk' tea. She brought it to the man with a grimace, eyes looking away from the putrid looking goop she was forcing on him. "I assure you, you'll be happier drinking this if you're drunk than if you're not. It tastes horrible, but it's full of stuff good for the body that'll help deal with the toxins you're swimming in."
Emerath mentally cursed himself for being so bad at being drunk, as @Solaria saw right through him. "Okay. Okay. I admit it. I'm drunk," he said, as he looked at her with sad puppy dog eyes. He knew she was right, and that he was pretty obviously drunk. But then again, so was everyone else at this event. Everyone was drunk, and everyone was fine with it. Hell, there was an event specifically to get drunk. Which Emerath knew was no coincidence that this tent was next to it. But despite all that, Emerath was happy for Solaria's kindness. The woman was probably no older than him, but she felt like a mother hen to the poor man and his troublemaking ways. Not that she wasn't a bit of a mischievous one herself, but she seemed much less prone to that than Emerath was. The fact that she wasn't drunk, and was planning on taking care of drunk people, was enough of an indication of that. Emerath couldn't help but grimace at the goop she had brought back from her desk, shortly after her scolding. A part of him wondered if the foul smell and probably fouler taste was going to be his punishment for both drinking and lying to her. Poorly lying, in fact. He supposed he deserved it. So he took the cup from her, and took a good whiff of the concoction. "At least you warned me. Not that I can't smell it. But better to expect a bad taste than to expect a good one only for a foul surprise," he admitted, before bringing the cup to his lips. He tried his best to get as much of it down in one gulp, but found himself gagging and coughing about a third of the way through the drink. "Oh man. I can't tell if it's worse because I want to throw up, or if I want to throw up because it's so much worse than I expected." But that was medicine, wasn't it? It never tasted good, unless you got the store brand cherry flavor. 2026, and they still hadn't mastered how to make cough syrup not taste awful. But it was better than straight medicine, which he could only assume this was. He eyed the concoction warily, before he steeled himself and pushed the remainder down his throat. If he could down countless pints of ale, he could down this. It's not like he should lie to himself. The ale didn't taste any better. At least this wasn't poison. Coughing heavily after he managed to suck down the last gulp, he doubled over on the cot, but he could feel himself sobering up a bit. "Well, that was as much of an adventure as Ale King was, I think. But I think I can feel it soaking up some of the alcohol. Do you have any bread or something? Something to soak up the taste of that medicine..." His throat was hoarse, and he was basically begging for the bread at this point. But he was still appreciative of his friend's help.
Although she was angry at him for being drunk, she didn't have the heart to admit it was likely at least a part her fault he was in such a state. After all, she had helped with the brewing, not fully aware the intents of making so much. She just had helped to be helpful. This situation was not the reason at all that she had in mind. "Unfortunately, we can't blame modern medicine for the taste. This stuff is all natural and has some, uh... Unusual ingredients, at least in my opinions. But it works. I learned the recipe from my relatives. Well, kind of." Most people wouldn't understand just how close she and her roommate's families were, after all. That she called the shaman grandmother of their family her own, that she called her friend and her brother as if they were her own flesh and blood. They'd been raised that close, and she knew nothing else. But she could at least give @Emerath Katou one more hint as to its background, without drudging up too much history! "It's based on herbalism from the days of old, tribal times. In particular, the indigenous people of Chile." One of these days, she reminded herself, she'd have to call her 'grandmother' with a word of thanks. This was the only reason she was any good as an alchemist, after all. "Bread... You know, I did go to another stall to buy some to be safe. Food is good for certain types of ills, after all." She moved to one of her compartments in her 'storage' area, pulling out a loaf of bread and breaking off a piece with her hands. She brought it to him, holding it out merrily. "It will also help soak up some of the toxins, I bet. It should work well with the medicine. Just eat slowly, okay? If you're already sick, I don't want it getting worse from overdoing. Maybe I should go buy a bucket or bag for you in case you vomit for sure..."
Ashiore had been wandering through the festival, simply going about her business. There was a lot of potential fun to be had, but she was content to wander about the fairgrounds and keep to a laid-back pace. After a few hijinks, involving being roped into becoming an impromptu tour guide for the most low-budget monster exhibition possible, and running into a number of acquaintances through some... (literally) unsavory competitions... Yeah, after all that, Ashiore was fine with spending a bit of time not taking part in any of the strange games or other attractions. She did indulge a bit, though, and visited one of the face-painters. They obviously did pretty good work, considering the quality of the facepaint she saw in the 'monster' exhibition. So now, she was walking around looking like a bona-fide zombie! And to add to the atmosphere of doom and gloom, she even had her own personal vulture perching on her shoulders, Prometheus's dark form almost prop-like in his stillness. At least until he suddenly turned his head, or shrieked at someone who got too close. More than one person had been frightened when Prometheus had decided he was bored of the whole 'standing still' thing. The zombie makeup matched what was going on with her hands, at least. Staring at the odd decay-like texture to her fingers, she wondered if someone could help with that, seeing as how she never got to the bottom of what this strange infection was. She recalled seeing a few medical tents scattered around the area, and made her way to the nearest one. ...Oh. This one looked familiar. Ashiore lifted the tent flap a bit and peeked in. "Ah, hello? @Solaria...?"
Tending to the festival drunks was well and good, but it was getting a bit troublesome to her taste. There was just something foul about alcohol to Solaria- and not just the smell. It was too vast in amount here, too good at bringing her patients. Considering there were some physically dangerous games not far from her stall, why was it only drunks seemed to find their way there? I should be glad that's all I'm seeing... Besides the fact I'm running out of my tea that's essentially easily found charcoal. A grimace was on the green-haired girl's face as she dug through her drawers for some containers of one or two herbs she needed. She was running out of some supplies. Only the ones for alcohol poisoning, but that was pretty useful stuff right now. Hearing a familiar voice call her name, the woman jumped from her storage search to peek at the new arrival. "Ah, Ash! You spooked me for a sec. Wow, you're the first person who's come in here not smelling like booze." Well, not a whole lot of it at any rate. If the woman had had one drink, it wasn't enough to feel on her nose anymore. She'd become blind to the scent, it seemed. "Um... Did you get your make-up done on your hand too? I mean, I guess I should commend you for the getting so into it, but..." She wasn't sure why, but there was an inkling telling her 'this isn't paint' as she stared at Ashiore's fingers. "I feel like I finally smell something other than booze now, but... Somehow, I like this smell even less... Did something happen?" @Ashiore Evretto
The small all-out brawl that had erupted was not Alex's fault. That was a fact she would maintain to her grave no matter what anyone had to say about it. It was certainly not her fault that the guy who tripped over her had not been looking where he was going. Nor was it her fault that the people whose table he crashed in to failed to see the humor in the situation. While she couldn't quite remember everything that happened after, as it had all been quite blurry. To be honest was a few drinks too blurry before it started too. Who slid who across a bar, and who punched who in the gut afterwards was clearly not something anyone needed to concern themselves with. The part where everyone saw what they had done, and had a good laugh together, those that were still conscious at least, was all that really mattered. That area of the festival had been patched up, and now it was time for those involved to patch themselves up. Alex had been told about the tent earlier, and passed it by on a later walk, managing to catch sight of who was inside. She hadn't thought she'd have time or occasion to visit the place during her busy festival carousing; but it was always interesting to see what life did with one's expectations. Staggering unsteadily, weaving this way and that as she stumbled in what she kept assuming was a straight line, but kept turning out to be anything but, Alex eventually clanked, rattled, and swayed her way to the medical tent. Her shield did a lot to help her stay upright every time she stopped too suddenly for herself, or swayed too hard to one side. It was such a good shield, always so very helpful. Maybe after she visited the nurse, Alex would buy it a drink for being such a good shield. Alex tried to walk through the main flap of the tent only to wind up turned around, tangled, and lost in it and finally staggering through the outside amidst some irritated grumbling and batting at the air. “Shtupid sheet! I got thingsh -hic- to do!” Alex kicked at the flap as if this would get her payback, and very nearly toppled over backwards in the process. As she steadied herself she turned around slowly to see the tent had more than just the nurse inside and so offered an apologetic wave to all the tent's occupants. “Sshorry about that -hic- everyone! Don't... don't mmind -hic- meeee.” she couldn't help but laugh a little, for reasons even she couldn't comprehend and the metallic echoing of her voice within her helmet robbed it of its more organic qualities making the natural action sound bizarre and unnatural. Her genderless resonating voice directed itself more towards the nurse, whom she knew, as she tried to look at one of the three of them she thought was most likely to be real. “Wheeen you havea -hic- shecond. I could really help your ushe.” The fully armored faerin swayed and shook her helmeted head as if that would chase the drunkenness away enough for her to try that again, but instead it only made the number of nurses she saw shift from three to five and then back to three. “Could really ushe your -hic- help, you-I mean.” Alex hiccuped again, more loudly, and then swayed so unsteadily on her feet that even when leaning on her shield like some kind of broad walking stick, she still nearly toppled to the ground. Instead of falling over entirely however she instead managed to catch herself on a cot which she allowed herself plop herself down on, as if it were a chair. The cot jumped with the sudden unexpected weight on one end, but managed to not flip over, and rest all its legs on the ground, just barely. Squinting through her helmet Alex woozily examined someone that might have actually been another patient in the tent, or it might have just been some medical supplies on a table, and said “Hey, didn't I punsh your -hic- sshhin?” she punctuated the slurred question with a hiccup before finally falling quiet for a little while as she waited for the world to get less spinney.
With a deep sigh, Solaria watched staggering @Alex Marquardt assault the tent's entry and then nearly flip the cot over as she sat. Honestly, it was a miracle she'd managed to put together this little 'hangover hospital' to help people. She'd gotten a lot of equipment from the craftsmen that knew her desire to tend to people, much of it from patients of her own that donated to her for the sake of helping their fellow men, elves and cats. Half her medicinal supplies were put together by her employee- which felt funny to say, even in her mind. Solaria had managed to get an employee. She had someone to take care of the shop while she was away on business and quests, and sometimes, they brought things from home to help the shop further flourish. To herself, she quietly muttered, "If I knew it was gonna get this rowdy I might've begged her to help here instead. Or hired another worker..." A timid laugh left her as she moved to the side of the metallic faerin that needed clear medical assistance. Her hands held tightly onto a mug of 'tea', dark colored sludge with a somewhat vile stink to it and an unusually earthy aftertaste, she'd admit wholeheartedly. "This may taste gross, but it'll help deal with the alcohol flooding your system. Really, you should try to learn your limits. You look drunk enough to be dying from poison. We're lucky you got here as soon as you managed, Alex. Come see me when you're not getting ill sometimes too, okay?"
"Ahaha, about that..." It honestly was a miracle that Ashiore didn't smell too strongly of alcohol. She'd been standing around the Ale King challenge area for quite a while, and against her better judgement had even been roped into a drinking contest. Though, if there really were a lot of drunks visiting Solaria's tent for a quick remedy, then the other girl had probably gotten far too desensitized to the smell. The booth wasn't all that far away from the challenge area either. "Well, anyway, no I'm not drunk." Probably not, anyway. She was still unused to drinking at all, and trying to go against Misha's seemingly unquenchable thirst for her first drinking experience might have been a bad idea. Regardless, she didn't feel too impaired at the moment. Maybe it'd hit her in a while. Erk. And there was that comment about the scent. Under the face paint, Ashiore began blushing. Self-conscious, she pulled her hands back to her and mumbled a quick spell to grow some flowers around her fingers. "That's, uh, kind of what I wanted to talk to you about? No, it's not paint... I'm not actually sure what it is. It's just-" She shrugged helplessly. "I think it might be an infection? I just noticed it after-" After that whole ambush and imprisonment ordeal, but that was something she was trying not to think too hard about right now. Or ever, if she was being honest. "A few weeks ago. Before Thanksgiving, definitely. But I'm not actually sure how long it's been there. I was wondering if you might know something about it?" @Solaria
The flowers the girl grew were definitely one way to hide, or at least lesson, how obvious the peculiar appearance of her fingers was. They added a gentle scent to the air as well, which Solaria could only find a relief compared to the recent constant of alcohol burning her nostrils on people's breath. The rot hadn't been a fun smell, but it was a good change- this one just happened to be a lot better. "A few weeks ago...?" She had to think about it for a moment. The holiday season was a bit of a complicated thing to the girl, who'd gone home for Thanksgiving not long after running to try to rescue those imprisoned from the mountain's passage. Those weeks had been a rather awkward time, leaving the Yladian with quite a bit of complication in her mind. Well, perhaps more had happened than she knew about. The rescue teams had been too late anyway, really. What had happened behind the scenes before the prisoners had managed to escape? She never really did figure out entirely. War had come so soon after. Things were just piled on one after another. No wonder this festival was so critical at the time. "I've never seen a disease quite like this. The closest thing I can see as similar to this off the top of my head is gangrene, but... Something tells me in a world like this, it's not likely to be something like that. Could be similar, though... Essentially, it looks like your fingers have started to decay. It looks dry, no notable lesions I can see- though it smells like it could be infected despite that. Tell me, does it hurt much? I can try to make you a general antibacterial rub, but it won't necessarily revive the flesh that's already dead..." @Ashiore Evretto
"Well that makes two of us," Ashiore said with a faint smile, as a response to Solaria saying that she had never seen something like it before. Levity wasn't really helping in this situation, but trying it out never hurt. She shook her head. "No, it doesn't hurt at all. Doesn't feel stiff either, or have a weird texture. It's really only the looks and the smell." She'd tried a healing spell or two on it, but it hadn't had any effect as far as she could tell. Neither did a status clearing spell. Whatever this was, it appeared resistant to magical healing. "I'd really appreciate that," she said, when Solaria offered to get something to put on her hands. "Even if it doesn't work, it can't do any more harm than what's already been done. I really have no idea what else to do, so anything at all would help right now." She gave Solaria a grateful smile. "Thank you so much." On her shoulders, Prometheus turned his head to track Solaria's movement around the tent. He was staying quiet and docile for now, which was good. Doubly so, as he wasn't attempting to sneak a peck at her fingers just yet. She'd have to break him out of that habit someday, she mused to herself. "Ah, but, how are you doing, Sola? I feel like it's been a long time since we had a chance to talk." She glanced around the tent, looking at the supplies. There were salves and bottles of all sorts sitting on shelves, and there looked to be a number of ointments and potions that were half-depleted already. Ashiore frowned. "Have you been able to enjoy the festival? Or have you just been here for most of it?" @Solaria
For a time, Emerath had managed to doze off. He had listened to Solaria talk about her remedies as he chewed on the bread thoughtfully, but his mind had been elsewhere as she wandered off to take care of the next patient. He never did get that bucket, but it thankfully hadn't been too necessary. Emerath thankfully hadn't completely overdone it. He had managed to hold his liquor on more than one occasion during the competition, and then put some food in his belly to soak up the poison, along with Solaria's remedy. Slowly, Emerath's eyes flickered open and the blurriness gave way to him looking at Solaria talking to a woman. "I wonder how long I was out for..." he murmured as he stirred on the cot and involuntarily gave a stretch as he sat up, yawning all the while. "I guess I needed the nap. Still feel a bit tipsy, but not nearly as bad. Could do without the dull throbbing of my head though." It may have just been Emerath's imagination, but the lights seemed to be a bit brighter than he would have otherwise liked. But he shrugged and let it go as he slid from the cot onto mostly steady feet. "Solaria," he called out, not wanting to interrupt her conversation with another patient overmuch, "I appreciate your help. I think the worst of it has passed. I'm going to go see if I can find another game to play. One with less booze. I promise." He gave the motion for a scout's honor, despite that he had never been a boy scout, and sauntered from the tent with a hum, before turning at the tent flap and saying, "I'll catch up with you after the festival. I promise I won't be drunk then. And try to have some fun!" And then he was off into the night again, on another adventure. He had remembered a corn maze that looked fun. He'd have to see if he could find Rodger again for another adventure. [[Exit Thread]]
She made her way to her supplies, beginning to blend some herbs and pre-mixed substances in a mortar and pestle that was clearly used perhaps more than it should have been. At first, she worked while answering Ash's questions about her time at the fair. "I've gone out on small breaks and played some games. There's a wrestling ring not far from here that's pretty fun. I saw arm wrestling and a fortune teller too. There's a lot to see... So I wonder why people are enjoying liquor so much? It can't be so fun when you can barely walk..." She shrugged off her concern and sat with a light hum in her throat as she mashed and stirred, the ingredients going from different to a greenish mash the consistency of moss, a slight moisture and earthy aroma emanating from its otherwise mulch consistency. "I still included an herb that's good for pain, but that's because it has antibiotic properties. The fact that it's not hurting you is generally a good sign- we shouldn't need to do anything drastic. Unfortunately, the medicine can't quite mask the smell..." She took out a small bottle of what looked like water- it was some sort of herbal drink, with a floral aroma as she opened it. Sniffing it, she capped it off and began putting the mulch-like medicine into another container. The part that was not put away, she carried with her from the desk to @Ashiore Evretto. Peeking at the vulture so adamantly eyeing her, Solaria smiled and waved to it. "I promise you, I'm just trying to help her. Stay put, okay?" Without much else to say, she began to spread the goop in a thin layer from the ends of the woman's fingers to the edges just past where the rot seemed to end. If the woman had feeling, it might be cold to the touch- but somehow, Solaria doubted if Ash could feel anything at all from the deadened skin. "I made a fair amount for you, and there's some perfume I'd already made that might mask the smell a bit if you want to try... But I don't know how much use that'd be. If the medicine feels like it's helping or at least preventing it from spreading, just put a thin layer on like I did when you feel a need. It won't hurt you, at any rate. It's quite good for the skin in general the way I made it, anyway." --- While she was in the midst of mixing the medicine for Ash, she had managed to notice @Emerath Katou starting to peek out of slumber and staring into the light that kept the tent able to run. "You'd better stay away from that booze alright. Just because you're up and about doesn't mean your body's fully recovered from the poisoning. Make sure you don't push yourself too hard, okay? If you feel unwell again, come see me. I'll make you something stronger to recover faster if you come back too often, though. Stronger means the taste will be worse than last time, so try to avoid needing medical help." She laughed and waved as the man left her tent, returning to the patients that remained.
“Pah!” Alex waved dismissively at the foul smelling beverage that Solaria offered her. The sweet natured green haired girl clearly did not understand for what the faerin had come. How could she? After all, her problems were so well concealed as was the rest of her, beneath her heaps of metal armor. Alex chuckled giddily to herself before remembering she needed to explain herself with words. “I'm not a -hic- drunk problem.” she swayed a little as she explained. The swaying was beginning to cause a churning sensation in her gut that she was not entirely pleased with but Alex paused, and waited for it to calm itself before she continued with more words that she thought made sense. “I'm a happily drunk. I wanna -hic- be thishhh way. I've gotta... gotta... woah.... hehehe sho shpinny... you're fuh-hic-funny. I got an-another problem.” Alex beckoned with her gauntlet for her friend to come closer as she leaned dangerously forward on the cot, causing it to start lifting up onto two legs. With a hissing whisper that would only really be considered a whisper on the stage for an audience to hear, Alex explained. “I think I've got glasshhh in my fashe!” despite the serious topic, she gave a lighthearted, tipsy, laugh. Then the armored faerin tried to give Solaria a big metal hug as her mood shifted from cheery to distraught; but for entirely different reasons. “Yooou're my fr-hic- friend! Of courshe I'll vis-visi-hic- visit you! I'm shorry I've neg-neg- ignored yoou!” her voice was beginning to carry as she got louder, as if through loudness she could drown out her perceived concerns that her friend might feel neglected or abandoned. Alex was suddenly very concerned about this as she attempted to give her friend a reassuring pat, having again forgotten her own plights.
