CLINIC LOG: MUTINY TIME

[wilder]

Date & Time: November 16th - November 19th
Location: Transport Moon Clinic
Characters: ANYONE AT THE CLINIC.
Summary: For those poor souls who are at the clinic at any point during the mutiny! Officially the clinic is neutral to the conflict, so people from either side are welcomed!
Warnings: It's a clinic, so really anything goes.

[Were you on the clock when the mutiny started? Just coming in to pick up your paycheck? Or were you just some unlucky soul getting that mysterious rash checked out when the doors decided to shut for several hours? Well welcome to the clinic! Get comfortable! You might be here awhile unless you want to brave some moody doors!]

[But don't worry! There's more than enough to keep you semi-comfortable during the mutiny! The clinic is fully outfitted with medical supplies, mushy and terrible hospital food (as well as jello and pudding), outdated magazines, a few books, a deck of cards, a VHS collection with a VCR and best of all? One of these...thingies.]

[So do what you need to do! Make yourself comfortable, try to escape when the door seems to be open, take a nap, have some food, debate about the mutiny, or see what inappropriate things you can get away with in an exam room! The choice is yours.]

[Oh and I guess there's actually helping people with injuries and illnesses. I guess that's a thing too]

[OOC: this post is as open as can be. Make your own thread with prompt, comment around- go nuts! As stated before, the clinic is officially neutral in the conflict, but that doesn't mean you have to be!]

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

[A little hum as she continues to play with Celebrian's hair.] Would that I could do more for you than that. There are times I feel so helpless here- so diminished from what I am in Middle Earth.

[ladyofrivendell]

[Aww mom :c

She turns a bit, wrapping her arms tightly around Galadriel.]

Even so far from home and our people, you are still a great help to those here. It is only a different way that you help.

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, sweetie. Sorry if mom squeezes you just a little too tight.]

And yet it never seems enough.

[ladyofrivendell]

[Eep! She can handle it though because she knows her mother won't intentionally hurt her. And bruises are easily taken care of.]

You do all that you can, all you are able. That is enough. Nobody can ask for more.

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, it's not that hard. No bruises. Just maybe a little less air than she would like. And she lets go soon enough.]

Do I? I cannot help but wonder if there is more I might have done- something I might have foreseen or anticipated. [No. She doesn't need to be unloading this on Celebrian of all people. She shakes her head.] Forgive me, I am weary. I should not burden you with my troubles.

[ladyofrivendell]

[She leans against her, keeping her arms wrapped around her mother.]

You cannot see and know everything, it would be too much.

[Yeah no, not letting you off that easy, mom.]

But I am here. I will listen and help if I can. You know it.

[inafadingcrown]

I know you will, little one, but now is not the time. [Please? Can't she weasel out of this? Or at least put it off?]

[ladyofrivendell]

[No. No, she can't.]

What better time than now, when there's little work to be done for either of us?

[inafadingcrown]

[She sighs and leans back in her chair.]

In some ways, you are far too much like your father. [Why do you feel compelled to call her on these things?] What would you have me say? That my heart is still heavy from all that has been lost? That I worry constantly? That I sometimes feel that little I do has any real impact here? All is true, but it seems so obvious that it is scarcely worth saying. If I am troubled, it is no more than may be expected.

[ladyofrivendell]

[It's a family thing. You can't bottle everything up, mom. It's not healthy. And she'll even think that pointedly.]

You are not alone in being troubled. How can anyone not be? You need not shoulder this alone. You've friends and family here who would gladly help you.

Look around you, at your friends, and you'll see that you have made one.

[inafadingcrown]

You help me already, Celebrían. You help more than you know. [She leans forward and kisses the top of her head] I know I am being foolish.

[ladyofrivendell]

You're not being foolish, mother. [Cuddling up close.]

I just wish you wouldn't keep it to yourself. [Or try to, as it were.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Stroking her hair] It has never been easy for me to share my thoughts, my love, but I will try if you ask it of me.

[ladyofrivendell]

I just don't want you to feel as though you've no one to confide in, that you need to bear your thoughts alone.

[inafadingcrown]

No, my love, I know. I know you are here for me. [There's just so much that she can't tell her, no matter what Celebrian says.]

[ladyofrivendell]

So long as you do not forget that. [Forever oblivious.]

[inafadingcrown]

I will not. [Satisfied for the moment, she'll just continue to stroke Celebrian's head. ...she might drift off after a while, though.]

[ladyofrivendell]

[That's alright, she probably will too. There's not much else to do while stuck there, after all.]