005 | video/action | March 28th

[abelmedic]

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[Maxine Myers is doing her best not to panic.

Which is not to say that she is not in a panic-worthy situation. She'd gone to sleep in an abandoned cottage on the road from London to Abel, having agreed to take second watch, and had opened her eyes again to find herself alone in a massive, ornate library. She had, of course, done the only sane and rational thing to do in that situation - which was to grab the tallest hardcover she could reasonably swing, slink her way toward the exit, and begin to pick her way down the hall pressed tight to the wall. Wherever she was, it was enormous, and in better repair than anything should have been after years of post-apocalyptic abandonment. That meant upkeep, it meant resources, and again. She did her best not to panic. Panic wouldn't help her get out or help her people find her. Panic wouldn't let her think, and she needed to think, now that apparently the danger wasn't as vanquished as they'd imagined.

So she does her best to breathe deeply and quietly, inching along in search of an exit, ready to introduce the first face that tries to get between her and the front door to the spine of An Illustrated Encyclopaedia of Salarian Anatomic Variation. Zombie or not, she really doesn't care right now. She's had enough being locked away for one lifetime.]


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[Several hours later, with a few cups of coffee and a few more long explanations under her belt, Maxine sits down to her communicator.]

Hello, everyone. For those of you who I haven't met, my name's Doctor Maxine Myers. For those of you I have met . . . ?

[Maxine rakes her lip through her teeth, hesitating, thinking. This is an announcement she's never quite had to make, and on top of being awkward, it's so borderline impossible that finding the words is difficult.]

I want to apologize. Apparently I've been here before, but I can honestly say that I don't remember a moment of it. So, to those of you who were my friends or my patients, I'm sorry. I'm going to trust my own judgement, so if you want to catch up, as much as we can? I'd love that, and I'll say thanks in advance for your patience. If it's too awkward, then I understand that too.

That said, I'll be setting up shop again at the clinic! And I do still remember how to be a doctor. So for better or worse, I'm sure I'll see some of you soon. Take care.

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[River has done everything you are supposed to do. She has wandered the grounds, played with the fish, admired the flowers, then suddenly took notice of the giant mansion that had been looming at the corner of her eye the entire time. She then dutifully entered and took a long walk straight to an empty room. Because that's what she's supposed to do.

It's then that she addresses the communicator that's been in her hand the whole time.]

everyone gets bored always saying the same things
i got told i wont wake up and this planets in a corner of the verse no one can reach
no need to threaten anyone

[She pauses to gather her thoughts. There are a lot of them and some of them aren't hers and those ones are making her brain itchy. She's trying her best to be clear.]

people say strange things that have nothing to do with this place
but thats only as important as you make it
whats important is

[What is important? River is not sure she even knows. She scratches at her head and continues.]

too empty for a place thats full
wish i was lost

[That's enough for now. She hits send and leaves the room, and sets off wandering the mansion the way she did the grounds. Her footsteps are heavy in their big combat boots, but she gives a kind of grace to it regardless. She can be found anywhere, looking very lost with big confused eyes that stare like she's constantly in the headlights. She pointedly avoids the labs and the clinic, but has no qualms stepping into, say, the bar or the magic study, although she has no place in either. She touches things a lot.]

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What a strange place this is. There's so much magic here, and like none I've ever seen before. And this network! It's a wonderful little invention. Though not as wonderful as these closets. They gave me the most delightful pair of shoes when I asked. A bit unfashionable, but nothing that can't be changed.

It's a shame there doesn't seem to be an exit. It makes this quite the gilded cage, does it not? And one does wonder how all the magic is powered. Even with blood magic and lyrium both, this is quite the feat.

[ which, in her experience, means it's probably something terrible that will kill everyone or worse. which is what has her frowning at her device even as she makes a somewhat cheerful-sounding post. bless written missives and their ability to appear blase when leliana is too annoyed to mask her feelings entirely. ]

At the very least, I suspect this will make for an interesting story someday, no?

— L