-the greenhouse @ the dowling residence-
*knocking*
brother francis, cheerful: come in
nanny ashtoreth, leading warlock into the room: warlock fell over
warlock, confused: but nanny I'm not hurt-
nanny ashtoreth, covers warlock's mouth: poor boy doesn't know what he's saying. I think you should look over him
warlock: *rolls his eyes*
brother francis, removes his gardening gloves: well, in that case *pats a stool* have a seat, young master warlock. let's have a look at that knee yours
warlock, looks at nanny ashroteth: what about nurse mary?
nanny ashtoreth, waves a hand: she's rubbish
brother francis, tuts: now, now, nanny ashtoreth, she's perfectly qualified to look after master warlock here
warlock, grinning: nanny just wanted to see you, brother francis
nanny ashtoreth, splutters: wha- no, I didn't!
warlock, smug: I didn't even fall over!
nanny ashtoreth, quickly: right, get out *shooing warlock towards the door* go on, go and play. get into lots of trouble, no apologies *shuts the door behind him*
brother francis: *folds his arms; smiling*
nanny ashtoreth, glares: shut up, angel
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coastal cottage
I like the idea of having my oc Mercy stay in the Commonwealth long-term rather than leave after the Institute’s handled, so I played around with some ideas of where she’d be living at. In the scenario where she’d be staying, she establishes herself as a ghoul-centric doctor and later offers specialized care like medical implants, vaccines, rare chems, unique syringer darts, and potentially induced mutations if her research gets to that point.
details + interiors under the cut
home interior, first floor: living room, treatment area, & kitchen
home interior, second floor: office/workspace, bedroom
home interior, attic yes, this is a joke about the wireless fuse box mod that i use
garage:
mushroom garden:
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Rule #16
Never feign being sick
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Have you heard what they say?
There are far better ways of skipping class than getting yourself sent to the nurse's office. Because even if the nurse does believe you,
They say the other nurse can always tell when you're faking it.
If you do find yourself, perfectly healthy, laid out on a daybed;
Don't fall asleep.
You'll wake up far too late.
The lights are out save the clinical glow from the instruments.
The sound of bottles clinking and shuffling behind the privacy curtain may put you at ease, perhaps you call out to the nurse.
But you'll soon begin to realise.
It's unusual for the nurse to let you sleep past curfew.
It's strange for her to stay so late.
It's abnormal for her not to answer you.
They say the silhouette is what betrays her.
She moves in bouncing awkward movements
as though her limbs are numb, fabric arms, boneless legs.
Raggedy Ann pulled about on a string.
obscuring the demon inside.
You meet wild, bloodshot eyes atop a deranged grin,
a large syringe grasped clumsily in her fist.
There's an edge of mockery in her slurred words.
She says it's for your own good,
she says it will only hurt a little,
she says she's sorry.
Don't believe her.
What she's about to do,
is unforgivable.
"Are you afraid of needles?"
[rule#15]
[rule#17]
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