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farsickness2020-05-04 11:18 am
delicatelydiabolical) wrote in farsickness2020-05-04 11:18 am
Log: Moving right along
WHO: Herbert West
WHEN: May 4th
WHAT: Herbert has found a rhythm in this world
WHERE: Around, anywhere really.
WARNINGS: Will update
The first week had been spent mostly wandering around, speaking to people and filling his little notebook, and smoking through his cache of cigarettes. The second week he started his job at the apothecary. Life was more quiet then, he had found someone who was willing to launder his clothes, which helped, only now it meant he had to have some clothes in the style of this world. He tried to keep it as close to his suit as he could, realizing he was going to need to make more money to get his wardrobe the way he would like. Which means working more and freelance work.
Ideas in mind, nothing in practice.
Of course, since he ran out of his main vice he was a bit more moody, he missed coffee, missed his life back home. Well, mostly.
Today, he made his way into the apothecary his mass of hair was tied back as best he could with a bit of twine, wearing a white baggy shirt, tied at the front, with a blue vest, and blue pants to match the vest, his oxford shoes stood out with the old world outfit. He had worked quietly for a few hours before he started looking through inventory.
"Come on, I know you're here." He grumbled under his breath as he shifted through items.
Later, once he was done working, he made his way to the inn, stopping long enough to eye the bullition board before moving on to take his normal, well favored, seat in the inn to return to people watching and drinking. Just like being back in college.
WHEN: May 4th
WHAT: Herbert has found a rhythm in this world
WHERE: Around, anywhere really.
WARNINGS: Will update
The first week had been spent mostly wandering around, speaking to people and filling his little notebook, and smoking through his cache of cigarettes. The second week he started his job at the apothecary. Life was more quiet then, he had found someone who was willing to launder his clothes, which helped, only now it meant he had to have some clothes in the style of this world. He tried to keep it as close to his suit as he could, realizing he was going to need to make more money to get his wardrobe the way he would like. Which means working more and freelance work.
Ideas in mind, nothing in practice.
Of course, since he ran out of his main vice he was a bit more moody, he missed coffee, missed his life back home. Well, mostly.
Today, he made his way into the apothecary his mass of hair was tied back as best he could with a bit of twine, wearing a white baggy shirt, tied at the front, with a blue vest, and blue pants to match the vest, his oxford shoes stood out with the old world outfit. He had worked quietly for a few hours before he started looking through inventory.
"Come on, I know you're here." He grumbled under his breath as he shifted through items.
Later, once he was done working, he made his way to the inn, stopping long enough to eye the bullition board before moving on to take his normal, well favored, seat in the inn to return to people watching and drinking. Just like being back in college.
At the inn
Cut yourself some slack! The colonies didn't have blacksmiths!
With a sigh, Duo pushed open the door to the inn. His white, long-sleeved shirt was untucked from the black pants he wore. The utility belt he had bought a week back was draped over his shoulder, and his boots was speckled with dirt and ash. His hands were as clean as he could get them, soot still stuck under his fingernails. He didn't know it was there, but a streak of soot mixed with sweat covered his forehead.
He had plans to just get a drink and food ordered to his room, but he spotted the one and only Doctor Herbert West sitting off by his lonesome. Still surly as ever. With a tired smile, Duo made his way to the table and sat opposite of the man.
"Hey there, Doc." Duo probably looked a hot mess with his braid trying to come undone and his bangs trying to stick to his face. It was becoming a new look for him, apparently.
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"Good evening Duo." He spoke in return as he sat back and reached into his coat taking out a handkercheif and holding it over. It was made from scraps of faberic he had bought along the way. "I dare say, you this more than I. How is the Smithy working out for you?" he inquired seemingly in better spirits, despite his surly look.
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"Thanks," he muttered, using the cloth to wipe his face a bit. Or maybe he was hiding behind it until he could get his brain to catch up. He was more tired than he realized.
"It's goin' as good as it can. We didn't have this back home, so's a bit more...taxing than I thought it would. S'pose that's what happens when you only use torches and solderin' irons to make things 'stead of giant hammers." A tired laugh escapes him as he lifts his arms above his head to stretch. With a lopsided grin, he tilts his head a bit, reminiscent of a dog.
"What about you? You doin' good doctor work?"
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Of course, he watched as Duo cleaned up his face. He wasn't too bothered by it. Not after years of taking care of the mill workers.
"Oh, yes, I am sure it is. Even if my time was much less advanced than yours we at least had the industrial revolution, we still had mills. I used to have to patch up the Mill workers when they would get caught in the machines or get into brawls. So do not worry about that, if you get hurt or burned, come find me. I work at the apothecary and I will patch you up. "Though, be glad, I doubt I could lift one of those hammers."
He could, he's a lot stronger than his body or he gives himself credit for, but he prefers to make people think he's weak. They expect nothing of him when he appears as delicate as he looks.
"I am mostly mixing medications and helping Physician Wen, it is peaceful, but not at all what I am used to. I was a surgeon before this. Most consider it buchery, but I am used to cleaning up gorey wounds and saving lives. Not that I do not love making chemicals and medications. It is just a culture shock. I am a Miskatonic graduate, mixing herbs." Thank Goodness he speak his youth around the Whateleys, it helped with that.
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"I'll definitely visit if I'm needin' some patchin' up." He lifted his arms above his head and stretched. "I think I've been doin' good so far, but good luck runs out 'ventually, right? Only a matter of time 'fore I smash my thumb real good." Or take a piece of shrapnel to the eye. Or burn his eyebrows off. He usually kept his braid put up out of the way, so at least there's no threat to losing his hair...
"Surgery isn't butchery. Gotta sometimes get in there just to patch someone up. 'Less they wanna die from bleedin' out." Duo shrugs, and it's a moment before he blinks, recognition lighting up his eyes.
"You work with Wen Qing? That's pretty cool! She's the one who found me when I first got here! She's nice!"