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L’habit ne fait pas le moine. The habit does not make the monk. Resident of the Pelago Islands Savings: 60,935g

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Septennial Checkup. ||Henri and Ford.

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“Very well. Now, as this an initial dose, I’m going to have to take my best guess. From there, we’ll work to adjust it. If you find the medicine is affecting you too much one way or the other, we can reschedule the appointment for earlier, and try to get you onto something better. The medicine will come with a list of possible side-effects. I suggest you read them over, so you’ll recognize if any of them crop up.”

Ford made a few notes on his clipboard, nodding. “Now, let’s see… I’ll pencil you in for exactly two weeks from now, same time. If you want to change it at any point, simply give the clinic a call. I’m not in Arcadia every day of the week, but the other members of this facility should be able to take care of you, should your schedule demand it. As for your cost for today… I believe according to Dr. Trent’s pricing, it will be 1,000G.”

Everything he said made sense. Straightforward, and he wasn’t trying to ‘lighten blows’ or anything like some doctors had in the past. No baby talk, no skirting around the issue. And he was thankful, even as it remained unspoken to some degree. He wasn’t about to unravel his whole life story to this guy, though. Henri was pretty sure he had the gist of the medical history at this rate, at least.

<<Okay. I’ll remember as best as I can and pay in the front.>>

...Were the phones here even compatible with that sort of thing? Messages, maybe? He hadn’t brought a TTY or anything in his sudden move, so...Eh, he’d figure it out as best as he could. He was nothing if not adaptable.

<<You are a good doctor. Stay healthy. Thanks.>>

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Seashells. || Henri and Pia

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childlikemermaid:

“That’s good!”

She smiled, giving him a thumbs up from afar.

“Could I go over there?”

Pia was sure that he didn’t know what she was yet, but she was growing tired of talking from a distance. She didn’t want to grow a future friendship from a distance, she had too many of those. But then again, it was too dangerous to trust him, wasn’t it? Or that’s what she is so often told by those who think she is too trusting. 

And that’s when the idea hit her. When she swam to the shore, she’ll swim to the small jetty off to the side and take the short minutes it took for her to transform before walking over. The scorching heat shouldn’t keep her away too long to cause any suspicion.

She wanted to come closer? That was fine with him. He didn’t want to bother her and interrupt her swim, but when Pia asked he gave a gentle nod in response.

<<Sure. Careful of uneven rocks. That area is easiest to get back on land.>>

It seemed he was a little more familiar with the beach than she likely thought, as he pointed towards the same area she intended to head. Regardless, he wouldn’t disturb her in drying off, and politely looked down while waiting for her to approach, doodling in the sand with his index finger.

A cat and a bird.

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Berry good pun? || Henri and Laney

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Mon Cherry.

When he read over the name of the cafe he wasn’t sure if he was laughing or internally screaming. Maybe a little of both? Internal laugh screaming? A mixed salad of the urge to giggle and an undying hatred of the dad jokes Marlin had started throwing at him on occasion?

...Ah. Getting off track again. Now he’s been staring at the window blankly for several minutes and a couple employees are looking at him weird. He can’t just walk away now.

Taking a sort of awkward step to the door, he pulled the handle and made the embarrassing discovery that it was a push door. Well, it couldn’t get any worse, at least. 

Wandering in, Henri was pleasantly surprised. The smell of pastries felt oddly like home. Countryside bakeries in that little town he barely remembered now. Taking a seat at a table, Henri pulled out a little overly-cutesy notepad before picking up the menu. 

Hopefully he could at least order without seeming like the cryptid that had just been blankly staring in their window.

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Expenses.

Starting Balance:   60,935g

Pet food x5: 1,500g

Scottish fold kitten: 2,000g

3,500g to @rxzberries!

Ending Balance: 57,435g

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Buy one, get one free. || Henri and Georgia

@rxzberries

He’d planned this for months. Well, with his roommate’s permission, of course. He wasn’t going to just get a pet without telling Sonja. That wouldn’t be fair for her at all.

The trek to Barley’s Animal shop wasn’t too terrible. He was so excited that he was actually smiling without restraint for once, likely confusing anyone more familiar with his unintentional stoicism.

The jingle of bells announced his entrance, and Henri was already looking around with wide eyes. There was quite a variety of animals here...Ones he hadn’t even heard of before. Some sort of diamond bird, puppies, livestock...But, in a predictable manner, Henri was immediately taken with a kitten.

Oh! Putain! It’s so tiny and cute...!

Kneeling without an ounce of shame, Henri did his best to meet eyes with the round little cat, eyes nearly shining. This was more emotion than he’d shown in years. Cats really were his biggest weakness.

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Activity Check (21 July)

Passed, just came off hiatus.

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Septennial Checkup. ||Henri and Ford.

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thedensedoctor:

It was some time later that Ford returned to the room where he had Henri waiting. 

“I appreciate your patience,” he said, turning and walking over to a light board to put up some of Henri’s x-rays. “Now, let’s see here…” He motioned to a section of the scan in a wide circle. “This is the area that would have been affected,” he explained. “From what we can detect, there was thankfully no debris left in your shoulder. All things considered, it looks like the leading cause of your discomfort is most likely lingering nerve damage.”

Ford walked away from the board, to face Henri. “Now, there are a few things we can try to ease your pain. Surgery is one option. However, I am not sure if that would be the best choice for you, given both the nature of the operation, and your aversion to spending time in the hospital. Instead, I would like to write you a prescription for two weeks, and see how that works for you. After that is finished, I would like to schedule an appointment with you to see if we need to change medications or the dosage. If we find something that works, I would prescribe you monthly medication. It would cost you about 200G a month. How does that sound?”

Surgery...Well, Ford was right about him probably wanting to avoid that. Even with a doctor that eased his anxiety, spending that much time in a bed again would be terrible.

Henri’s expression was dull, but he took in the information being told as best as he could. It was a little hard to not pale and swallow nervously at the issue- nerve damage? He didn’t think it would be something that major. Despite the pain that dragged him down, he’d always just assumed it was just him being too soft to properly handle it.

Feeling a little clammy, Henri wiped his brow before lifting his hands.

<<Monthly prescription sounds okay. I can do an appointment for that after the initial two weeks.>>

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Seashells. || Henri and Pia

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childlikemermaid:

Pia’s eyes widened when she momentarily lost sight of Henri, but when the waves settled, she found him in the sand. A smile appeared on her face.

“That happens to me, too!”

She laughed at herself thinking of all the times she couldn’t get her footing. It happened at least twice a day, if not more. But she had her own reasons for that. The mermaid swam closer to the shore, but not close enough that she could accidentally beach herself. He sounded like a kind person, but she had been told multiple times by multiple friends that she shouldn’t be so trusting of those she meets. It had proven itself on many occasions to be true.

“Are you okay?

He actually smiles, breaking his generally neutral expression. Whoever this lady is, she’s nice, and doesn’t seem to be laughing at him.

Tucking red locks of hair behind his ear, a small chunk of rich emerald green is visible at the nape of his neck. He only wants to get it out of the way, but it’s hard not to look at it. Maybe he has a penchant for dye?

<<I’m okay. It just startled me a little...>>

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Really Pretty Gunpowder || Open

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croptopmaster:

“Yea, good call, I don’t know a lick of sign language,” Kyle replied after reading through what he wrote, “And great! Gives me plenty of time to chill.” He turned back towards the ocean, taking a long sip of his beer. And then his eyes wandered back towards the guy beside him. Huh. Something seemed a bit off, there. And it wasn’t the whole mute thing.

“Ya look a little pale,” Kyle continued, looking the guy over a little more, “You feelin’ alright?”

Henri nodded, again scribbling onto the notepad.

I get a little nervous in crowds. I’m calming down.

He didn’t drink often- it wasn’t really something he particularly enjoyed to any degree. Just something people his age did. Henri decided on buying some kind of corn instead, being that he was a bit hungry.

I never saw fireworks until moving to a city. They’re beautiful.

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Really Pretty Gunpowder || Open

Kyle never saw fireworks before.

Well, maybe that was a lie. Or it could be the truth. He didn’t know if he ever saw fireworks before he washed up on the Leudan shore a year and a half ago. He knew what they were, and could vaguely picture what a fireworks display was supposed to look like. But actual memories? Nonexistent. And, like most things regarding his amnesia, he didn’t care too much about finding out. He was treating this like his first show.

So might as well celebrate the first show with a beer and front row seats, right?

He stood at the boardwalk, leaning over the rails with a beer in his hands, eagerly waiting for the display to start. Kyle had been one of the first ones there, and it was a good thing, too. It hadn’t taken long for the whole boardwalk to fill up with Leudans and tourists alike, all chattering away between themselves as the sky drew darker and darker. He was pretty content to just chill and wait for the display.

He took a sip of beer, and his eyes happened to catch someone sliding up beside him, squeezing through the crowd to nab a prime viewing spot. And they looked like they were alone, too.

Once they were settled in, standing firm in their perfect spot at the edge of the boardwalk, Kyle gave them a friendly smile, raising his beer a little bit.

“Hey there, managed to catch the best seat in the house,” Kyle greeted with a friendly smile, “Ya know when this whole thing’s supposed to start?”

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He hadn’t expected the boardwalk to be so...full. 

Henri had been told it was one of the more popular viewing spots, sure, but it was almost as if an entire extra island had migrated here just to see people shoot off explosives! 

....He really needed to get out of this crowd, though. It was starting to overwhelm him a bit, especially because he was more or less getting sandwiched between sweating city folk without the ability to audibly say ‘excuse me’...so Henri took the rude route, more or less pushing his way through the throngs of people and taking a seat. He sighed with relief at the change in air temperature from simply removing himself from other passerby tourists, but.... 

Was there beer in his face?

Oh, that frightened him a bit, but this person seemed nice. Digging into his small bag, he took out a (stupidly Sanrio-esque) notepad and paper, writing a response down.

I’m mute. Don’t know if you know sign language but I came ready.

I think it starts in 30.

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Colocataire || Henri & Sonja

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strawberrypriestess:

Of course, a pen and paper! That probably would’ve cleared everything much sooner. Sonja sighed in relief as this situation could still be saved! She patiently waited for Henri to finish writing, trying not to stare as that might have been a bit nerve wrecking.

After reading over what he wrote, she said, “First of all, good handwriting! I really like it a lot! And second of all, of course it is!” A cheery grin was on her face as she nudged the tray over a little bit so that it would be within his reach.

“...!”

She liked his handwriting? It was not probably a compliment often given, but he appreciated it regardless.

Able to sit again, setting the paper aside, Henri used his fork to take a little bite.

...Hey! Not too shabby! Hopefully Sonja would like it as well.

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It wasn’t his most formal outfit or anything, but the light capris and linen shirt felt like the right thing to wear for the festival at the very least. Seems Henri had his eyes on food more than the sky, though.

[ Ticket to Leuda - -2,000g ]

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Septennial Checkup. ||Henri and Ford.

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thedensedoctor:

“Bad… memories, is it?” Ford asked, hesitating as he tried to remember the word for the motion Henri made. “…Ah, yes, I understand. It can be difficult to overcome such things. However, if it helps, try to keep in mind that hospitals and medical facilities are separate entities from the things they seek to treat. People tend to associate medical facilities with feeling bad, since they only tend to come in  when at their worst, and feel better once they have left.  I know very well that traumatic circumstances can make it… very difficult… to separate correlation and causation. However, there are times when it becomes necessary to rationalize your fear, so that you can accomplish what needs to be done. Speaking of which…”

Ford gestured for Henri to follow him. “If you would follow me… Don’t worry, this won’t take as long as you think.”

He...understood. Remarkably well, actually.

Ford was right. His time in the hospital had been at what was undoubtedly the worst time of his life, after losing everything. And while forcing away that experience would be impossible, he could at least put an effort into separating the doctor and the place itself from it.

<<You are right. I’m sorry.>>

Henri’s expression was apologetic, but no longer uncomfortable. Following closely, he nodded as Ford spoke up again.

<<I’m coming.>>

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Colocataire || Henri & Sonja

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strawberrypriestess:

Sonja watched him move his hands, then sit down right next to him. That’s right, he was mute. She looked a little sad, unsure what to do in this situation. Did he not want to eat? Is that why he didn’t reach for the spare fork? Or was he diabetic? Oh, what if she offended him!

“I-I’m sorry. I… Don’t understand sign language. I was never taught it at the temple.” she replied quietly. “… Did you not want to eat the cake with me?” 

“....!”

That wasn’t what he meant to do at all! She looked offended as well...! Knowing she didn’t understand him did clear things up a bit, though, and Henri rushed to get a pen and a pad of sticky notes.

He sort of hit his side on a table while running back, but he made it! Writing in neat cursive, Henri did his best to explain.

I’m sorry! Is it ok if we share? I didn’t know you don’t speak sign language.

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Seashells. || Henri and Pia

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childlikemermaid:

Pia hadn’t had to sign to someone in a long time, but loved that she had someone to talk with now. She had always wanted to stretch her multilingual wings fins and practice more and more. Years were spent learning languages that she barely used and to say she longed to use them was an understatement.

“Oh no, she was crying?! She has to be smiling now!”

She stopped signing for a moment to cup her hands over her eyes to see the shore better. 

“It’s super duper clean! You’ve saved my oceans, too!”

“I’m Pia!” 

That made him smile. The amount of work he put in working at the church...He definitely hoped he was cheering up the goddess, wherever she watched from. Deciding to step a bit closer to the mermaid, Henri almost immediately lost his footing with a wave.

“.....!”

Well, now he was covered in sand and looked like a total idiot. Cool! Hopefully she wouldn’t laugh at him.

<<Lost my footing. Sorry. I’m glad to help how I can.>>

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Mélancolique || Open

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muscadelle:

Was that too much to offer? It was too much, wasn’t it? Marlin’s mouth went dry, and he hesitated, staring at the single letter in the sand.

“Just come by. Check it out. See if you like the environment. No pressure or contract or anything.” There. That would have to do better.

He slowly stood to his feet, the lantern still clutched to his chest. “In Vino Veritas. In Arcadia. You can’t miss it. Just…sometime next week, okay? Anytime works for me.” It was time for him to move on. To go consider Henri’s appearance on this island thoughtfully, where he could study his aching chest and come to terms with seeing him.

....Had he upset him? He thought agreeing would have made the guy feel better. It was starting to become obvious that this meeting had been startling and guilt inducing at the very least.

Scrawling into the sand was a bit more tedious this time, there was so much to say and so little light and time...

I’ll come. Please don’t worry about me. 

...Would that just worry him more? Regardless, he moved to pick up his lanterns instead, pendant shining in the faint light still left. Soon the shore would be warmly illuminated...But that didn’t matter much now.

Silently, giving a small wave, Henri looked at the shaken man. He could tell he wished to run, and would hold him up no longer.

Good luck, farmhand.