|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 6:58 pm
:::Cora practically knocked her chair backwards as she flew from it. She darted in Maggie's direction, and finally gave into the impulse that nagged her everytime she saw someone she'd missed so much, and threw her arms around her:::
Maggie...! Oh goodness, Maggie. It has been so long! I've been so worried about you...
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:00 pm
"Ahhh, he did did he? Going to have to have a chat with that man."
Malazar sets down his book and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes while he thinks.
"That is a more complicated question than you would believe. I use my time in many ways, and a research many topics. That is part of my job as historian, not just to record events, but to gather knowledge so that it may be known by others. So, do you want the long version, or the short version?"
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:02 pm
"Oi! Evening Miss Maggie. Nice to see you again."
Malazar gestures at his coffee pot.
"You look tired, might I suggest some of the ol' brown energy?"
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:09 pm
Oh, heavens, Cora . . . *Maggie's rather surprised by the enthusiastic greeting, and her voice sounds a bit weary, but she returns the hug and summons up a smile* 'Twasn't very long ago for me, but I'm glad te see ye . . . I hope ye've been well?
*she turns her head towards Malazar and admits* I do feel . . . rather tired. *she frowns slightly, and then shakes her head at the offer of coffee* I think I'd do better te just get myself some water. Thank ye, though.
|
 |
 |
|
|
WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:12 pm
:::Cora stands back, and hold Maggie's shoulders at arm's length:::
Oh...Maggie, are you well? Your body temperature is irregular... :::She lets go, and gets the glass of water Maggie wanted:::
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:18 pm
*Maggie lowers herself into a seat, looking puzzled by Cora's mention of an irregular temperature* I'm . . . not sure what ye mean . . . *she frowns again* But I do feel . . . strange . . .
|
 |
 |
|
|
WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:30 pm
**Enter Bard**
*Bard fades in. Apparently he'd been sitting on something low, tying his shoe. He promptly falls over*
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:31 pm
:::Cora gets the water and returns to Maggie, handing it to her with concern:::
You do not appear to be completely healthy... Would you like me to run a full diagnostic on you to see if you are functioning properly?
:::She really said that as nicely as she could, but couldn't help sounding like the computer that runs the diagnostics:::
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:36 pm
*Maggie accepts the glass from Cora thankfully, and echoes her, still somewhat confused* Run a diagnostic . . . ?
*and then she's distracted as Bard appears and falls over* Oh, heavens, Bard are ye alright? *she rises quickly . . . and then has to sit down just as suddenly, surprised by how weak she feels*
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:44 pm
:::Cora's eyes widen:::
Bard!!! :::then she sees Maggie plop down unexpectedly::: Maggie!!! Oh goodness! :::Maggie is seated safely, Cora runs over to help Bard up:::
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:49 pm
*sheepishly* Hello, Officer Serenis! *he tries to stand up, but winces* I think I just pulled some of my stitches loose.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:54 pm
:::While helping Bard to his feet, acting as a crutch:::
Stiches...stiches...? :::suddenly suprised::: You're injured as well!? Oh no...and please do not tell me that your wounds are held together by thinly woven fibers laced through your skin...
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 8:00 pm
That is how it's done in my time... *with Cora's help he limps over to a chair*
'as well...?' is someone else....? *looks over at Maggie with concern*
Maggie? Are you all right?
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 8:06 pm
*Maggie nods, not wanting to worry him* I'm alright, truly. Just . . . a bit tired. *but she looks a good deal more than just tired - she looks downright exhausted*
|
 |
 |
|
|
WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 8:10 pm
:::She's not sure who to treat first:::
Well, what I meant is that people have been coming here left and right with injuries and ailments...I just...pray that they are not all related somehow. Things are bad enough in this place as it is.
:::She makes sure that Bard is seated comfortably. Perhaps an open wound was more serious::: Bard, would you like me to take a look at the wound?
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|