semi-open || as the stars move overhead

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WHO: Lucian Trevelyan and you! + some closed prompts
WHERE: Park, Chata, various places
WHEN: 3/6 - 3/13
WHAT: Just an old man doing old man things.
WARNINGS: nah son

right patient, right cure;

[ Amidst the varied storefronts in Chata sits a small building neatly tiled in white bricks and decorated with fluted columns. The door has clear glass panes allowing view into what seems to be a small waiting room, but all the other windows (two in total) are frosted glass. There's a small bell tied to the door which would tinkle if anyone opens it - a homely touch in what might appear to be an aseptic establishment.

There's a sign outside which reads Lucian L. Trevelyan, M.D. M.S.. A doctor's office, though its presence here instead of in the hospital might lend a clue to the way it's run.

Whether you're a regular or just someone in need of a consultation, the office is open. Lucian lives upstairs his clinic, so there's even a bell at the door for night service. ]

some things suck, but not this one;

[ On particularly sunny days, one might find a certain middle-aged man traversing the streets of the city with a curious contraption on his back. He carries a backpack from which a sound much like a portable vacuum is coming from, with a particularly long spout dangling out of the slightly-open zipper. The noise is muffled the best he can, but it's liable to attract some attention here and there.

Once in a while he would stop to retrieve the device out of its bag - indeed a portable vacuum combined with several other things - and inspect its contents. Not suspicious or shady, but just... unusual. ]

the sound of music;

[ It's a quiet evening in the Park, and Lucian has chosen to seat himself in a quiet area to play his violin. The acoustics in his room didn't seem right, so it's an open space that he finds more inspiration in.

His playing is simple but on point. However, at some point his phone goes off with a ringtone much like a someone yelling in a garble of words, and the violin's tone ends abruptly in a discordant mess. He drops the bow, picking up his phone, looking mystified. ]

Oh dear.

wildcard;

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grell

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[ It's been a while since they've last talked in person, owing to both their busy schedules. But a good friend is not one that Lucian intends to leave hanging, so it's on a day with a particularly light schedule that he's arranged for them to meet. It's not difficult to book a place at their usual cafe, so all he has to do is head to their rendezvous.

Maybe she's there already. He wouldn't put it past her; he's been a little held up as well. ]

[erythristic]

[as the days go on it gets easier to become adjusted to the new eyes in the mirror, how they stare out at her, though when she comes to meet Lucian, she's still a little more self conscious. she can't avoid eye contact, but she can at least try to compose herself and not seem as nervous as she feels. what would the ideal do? she'd expect people to adjust to her, not the other way around.

so when she's there waiting, she keeps that in mind. hold onto it. keep it steady. be it for a little while.

when she sees Lucian, he gets a wave, and Grell is smiling, sitting at the table that's usually "theirs" when it isn't taken.]

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[ He greets her with a nod once they get within conversation distance, his white hair tied up in a ponytail draped across one shoulder. The change in her eye colour is not missed, though all he shows is holding a slightly longer moment of eye contact. If it's anything significant, she would bring it up. ]

Hello. It's been a while. How are you?

ainsley

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[ Sometime on the weekend, a text arrives. ]

Ainsley,

I have found a specimen of the Clematis family in the woods. It seems to be flowering and will continue for the next few days. Would you like to come with me?

[caelestialis]

I would love to! I've been dying to go out and stretch my legs lately.

This is a perfect oppurtunity to do that and catch up with you at the same time!

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How about Saturday morning? I can see you at the Suncents Cafe near the woods.

It may be a long way, we could bring some snacks.

mikazuki

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[ It's a text, perhaps rare for Lucian to send it first. But he has his reasons. ]

Hello.

Do you have plans to visit the Retrospect building?

[sparsity]

[ That is pretty rare. He hasn't gotten into trouble or fucked up his face in a minute. ]

old man?
yeah i do
why?

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I have asked around. It may be booby-trapped.

I do need data on the inside, though. If you are keen to go, I would ask you the favour of doing it - after preparing.

3/7 - Hospital prompt

[standalonehuman]

Officer Hitori Togusa has been a regular here before. He always gets his physicals done here, just in case. Because, unlike if he got seen at Recolle General, Dr. Trevelyan won't automatically forward whatever he finds directly to the Department.

Not that there's ever been anything questionable that has popped up, though. He doesn't smoke, rarely drinks, works out, has no chronic illnesses, Togusa is a model patient. Something about taking care of his body.

But he'd called for this appointment rather suddenly. He assured the doctor over the phone that it wasn't an emergency, but still asked if he could be seen. He is subdued as he sits in the waiting room. His phone got left in the car, thank you, it can keep looping stupid videos from the glove compartment.

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[ Patients' needs come first - that has been his principle for many years, and that is not likely to change. Some things may be better left hidden, and one must not act without permission. These things have served him well so far.

There happens to be less people today, so the receptionist would tell Togusa that he will be seen about fifteen minutes later. True to her words, a young man exits the room a few moments afterward, and a few minutes pass before the doctor himself appears. ]

Hello. Please come in.

[ He counts as a regular by now, so there's a slight decrease in formality. ]

[standalonehuman]

The warm greeting relaxes him, there's a tension that unknots from Togusa's shoulders as he stands up. "Thank you for seeing me."

He follows Dr. Trevelyan back, and has a seat, rather than immediately going for the examination table. "Ah, things have been going well, there's no changes in my medical history or medications," which would be none.

"But," Togusa runs a hand through his hair, floofing the front of it in all directions. "There's not really another term for it. I had a panic attack yesterday." He glances up at the doctor with a worried look. "Or, I had what felt like one. So, I hope you can understand if I wanted to make sure of it, before...letting the Department know?" His health comes first, but he does want to make sure what he is saying is right, before alerting anyone else.

lunch date me

[appraiser]

[ It's been a week since Ryoji started work at the clinic, though much of it has been in training, familiarizing himself with the ins and outs of the building, emergency contacts, staff scheduling for each month, what books are in the waiting room and what he could look out for under patients' suggestions while in the waiting room. All of this he does in the quiet of the night, when the sun has set and the clinic has slowed, leaving him free to man the receptionist's desk and file paperwork at his leisure as part of the night service.

Because of this, he doesn't see much of Lucian as he would like— the man had gotten him the job in the first place— so today, Ryoji is at the clinic hours before his shift, waiting for when Lucian finally steps out of his office. ]

Are you on lunch break now? Could I join you? I went over this afternoon's appointments last night, and barring emergencies, your schedule is clear until 1:15.

ofc

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[ It's a cozy place, more than anything else - not too small for a private practice, but not too large either. There's a flight of stairs at the very back leading up to the doctor's living quarters, the door kept securely locked in the daytime.

For the morning he's spent the time looking through records and his notes. The windchime at the door rings, announcing Ryoji's presence. Lucian himself comes out a short while later. ]

Hello. Yes, I am. You are quite detailed.

[ Said with a slight smile, amused. ]

I was contemplating going out for lunch instead of making it today. What do you think?

[appraiser]

[ The compliment makes Ryoji grin, though he doesn't admit to having a hand in shifting appointments towards the latter half of the day, as patients tend to schedule their appointments either during their lunch breaks or after school/work, and in the evening, he will be there to help. ]

I'm glad you suggested it, because I would have! Since we have a little more time today, how about we grab something outside of Chata? We can buy empanadas and eat outside.

second prompt!

[trueend]

[Well. That sure is a portable vacuum. And Frisk sure does feel the need to ask—]

... Are you trying to be a Ghostbuster?

[They're 10?? This seems like a perfectly logical explanation.]

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[ Ah, it's a small child. Children are always inquisitive, which is why he entertains the question with a slight smile. ]

I am looking for spores.

[ Not ghosts. ]

[trueend]

With a... vacuum cleaner?

[S L O W L Y. Furrowing their eyebrows as they shoot their next question.

Ghostbusters made more sense to them, tbh.]

prompt 1

[mercifulwisdom]

[The bell tinkles to greet its new visitor, a young man in a surgical mask who gives a prompt glance inwards. Odd for a clinic to have no reception, but he would not question it. Instead, he takes a seat and pulls out a novel from his bag in a clockwork manner, wasting no time getting to where he was last at.]

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[ The receptionist is not here today, so only Lucian is left to hold the fort. After a while, a young woman exits the consultation room, followed by the doctor. ]

Hello. I apologize, we are a little short-handed today. Are you here for a consultation?

[mercifulwisdom]

Yes, I am. [His voice is soft, and a little muffled due to the mask.]

Should I come in now?

the sound of music

[complementing]

[It'd taken a little bit of schedule juggling, but Minako is slowly getting used to having an energetic dog for a pet, swapping morning runs for evening jogs. That's her now, loping along with Koromaru down the track, her headphones in and his little white angel-winged sweater over his chest. She pauses to jog in place when she notices her bemused doctor standing there.]

Lucian? What's wrong?

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[ The sound of Minako's voice jolts him a little, and he turns to her with a slight frown. ]

It seems my phone still tries to surprise me.

[ He puts down this violin bow next to his instrument. Its source should be implicitly understood by both of them. ]

some things suck

[wordcarvings]

[ This catches his attention. So much so that he doesn't instantly pull out his sketchbook to draw it, which so often happens. (The doctor probably know about that habit, since it happens that Koutaoru needs medical attention at times when he gets all too distracted and, as a result, gets hurt one way or other. And if it wasn't something that made him go to the ER, he preferred not going to the hospital.)

So instead of doing the sketchbook thing, he calls out. ]

Sensei, are you trying to catch ghosts?

[ Talking about ghosts and stuff is something he'd much rather prefer than thinking about his bad family relations, since this time of the year caused a lot of that to resurface, what with his birthday and the death anniversary of his mother and his being disowned going on. ]

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[ The absent-minded painter is an acquaintance, if only because their acquaintanceship started with the man's tendency to be very focused. But Lucian respects his dedication to his craft, which made Koutarou's visits a lot more pleasant than the hospital who might have people shooting judgmental looks. ]

Ah, no. Though I have been asked that. I am looking for spores. A survey, if you would.

[ Strange, yes - but it's cheap and efficient. For one single curious man, it's enough. ]