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Post by Administrator on Apr 23, 2009 23:07:49 GMT -5
This is where the shop owner lives, you should be invited to be up here.
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 13, 2009 21:09:47 GMT -5
"It will be good to have something to do," Daisy said softly, feeling good about having a purpose now, about actually being able to do something while her friends marched off to save the others. She hurried up the steps after Elizabeth, smelling the soup and feeling at home in the kitchen right away.
Pie was really Daisy's specialty, but she could tackle most anything in the kitchen, though hardly found reasons to cook when it was often just her at home. She smiled at Elizabeth's comment and considered it for a moment. "Well I'm not sure I'd make a very good nun. But cooking and nursing are right up my alley." She smiled again and then reached for a spoon, stirring the soup before giving Elizabeth a nod. "I'll finish this up and then we can work on getting this over to Manhattan. It's going to be a long night."
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Post by elizabethmason on Sept 13, 2009 21:29:10 GMT -5
((FAIL tag :/))
"Well I'm not sure I'd make a very good nun. But cooking and nursing are right up my alley."
Elizabeth laughed gently, “Nonsense, you’d make a wonderful nun, if you wanted to!” She picked up the telephone earpiece and contacted the nearest cab company. Once done, she walked over to where her knapsack still sat and continued placing things in it; occasionally rushing around the room to get something else.
"I'll finish this up and then we can work on getting this over to Manhattan. It's going to be a long night."
“The Cabbie should be here in a few minutes and we should have everything already down stairs when he arrives. How’s that soup coming?”
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Post by Daisy O'Connor on Sept 13, 2009 22:00:54 GMT -5
"Perhaps that's the problem then," Daisy said with a laugh, stirring the soup before adding a few bits of seasoning. "I don't really want to be a nun." She worked on the soup, adding a few spices and stirring it a few more times before tasting it carefully and deciding it was probably as good as they were going to get it.
She looked up at Elizabeth's question and smiled with satisfaction. "I think it's about ready to go. How...how did we want to take this over there?" Daisy looked around the kitchen and then back at the pot, trying to imagine the two of them carrying it down to the cab.
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Post by elizabethmason on Sept 22, 2009 23:45:27 GMT -5
Elizabeth laughed at Daisy's response, and then turned her attention to the soup. "By using..." she moved over to a cabinet beneath the sink and pulled down a funny-looking pot, "this!" It had a rather large handle on either side and she removed the very thick lid to show her that it screwed on. "Very handy for transporting large amounts of soup. The tinker down the street made it especially for me after i helped his family when they were sick."
Moving over to where Daisy was at the stove, Elizabeth set the pot down and pulled a large ladle out of a nearby drawer. "If you could begin transferring that, i will make sure everything is together. Oh! and i simply must call a doctor friend of mine. He should be willing to aid our cause." She hurried back over to the phone and asked for Doctor John Smith. The line rang and she waited for him to pick up, praying that he was as good-natured as she remembered
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Post by Doctor John Smith on Sept 23, 2009 1:08:02 GMT -5
((Elsewhere...))
Doctor Smith was sitting at his desk, poring over the most recent caseload. A woman who'd been brought in a week earlier with severe lacerations in her left thigh and claiming she'd been mauled by a stray dog, had returned today to display her wounds, now blackened and weeping. A fairly standard case of septicemia, he'd thought originally, but the polymerase chain reaction had come back negative...
The phone, perched precariously at the edge of the desk after being shoved aside by the disarray of folders and books scattered haphazardly about, began to trill. The vibrations caused the candlestick to twitch, toppling over the edge. The Doctor, still frowning at the reports before him, reached out and snatched up the transmitter before it hit the floor. Pulling the receiver from the switch hook, he brought it to his ear, leaning back in his chair to leave the case alone for a few moments.
"Hello, the Doctor is in," he greeted in his usual, perky tone.
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Post by elizabethmason on Sept 23, 2009 1:28:32 GMT -5
"John! It's Elizabeth. Oh thank God you're in!" As absentminded as he was, John Smith was an extraordinary doctor and would be a huge asset in the coming aftermath. "Are you free tonight? We have a potential massacre on our hands..." If anything could get the doc working (besides cases that had bizarre and or no explanations), it was dire situations of epic proportions. She was pretty sure this qualified.
"All the newsies from all over New York have massed together to attack a warehouse where some of their number are being forced to work!" Elizabeth spilled all in one breath. She knew her voice conveyed her desperation, so she could only hope we wasn't too distracted to notice. “It’s guarded by men with guns, John!”
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Post by Doctor John Smith on Sept 23, 2009 1:54:03 GMT -5
The Doctor scowled at the mention of a massacre. "Violence," he murmured, half to himself, "always violence. When will these men learn to rise above the burly, dimwitted behemoths we evolved from?"
Tugging his thick-rimmed glasses from his face, he set the tip of one earpiece against his lower lip, considering. To say he loathed violence was a considerable understatement. There were other, more effective, far more human methods to meet an end. Could he support a castle-storming bred of blood and bile?
On the other hand, these were a group of children, likely armed with homemade weapons, facing immeasurable odds to rescue their friends and family from mad men. Street kids were not stupid, the Doctor knew that for certain. Foolish, yes, but far from stupid. They would know the odds weren't in their favor. He also knew that the local populace had a very frustrating habit of turning a blind eye and deaf ear wherever the urchins were concerned. It wasn't a far leap to imagine that the kids had already exhausted the avenues the Doctor would prefer to use, and found no assistance.
He imagined a swarm of children meeting a line of gunfire, and his heart broke a little. These children had no idea what they were rushing off into. Guns! For God's sake, rifles against slingshots and bats! Elizabeth was quite right, predicting a massacre.
"Oh, dear God in heaven," he sighed, his breath huffing out in a long-suffering sigh as he scrubbed a hand over his eyes. "Yes, yes, of course I'll come. I took an Oath, didn't I? Shall I call on you, or should we meet somewhere?"
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Post by elizabethmason on Sept 23, 2009 2:17:24 GMT -5
"Oh thank God! John, you're an angel!" She contemplated his question for a moment before answering, weighing the pros and cons of each option. If he met her here, he could help get all her supplies to Irving. But if he was late in arriving (which he often was) the soup could get cold...
"I think it would be best if we met at Irving Hall, that's where they're all going after the fight." She knew the death toll was bound to be high and the wounded would be even higher. She worried her bottom lip and looked out the window at the darkening sky. "Bring as many supplies as you can, dear. This is going to be very bad."
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Post by Doctor John Smith on Sept 23, 2009 2:28:33 GMT -5
"Hardly an angel," John said, brushing off her compliment and soaking it up at the same time, a talent that he seemed to pull off effortlessly. "I'm only the Doctor."
"Bring as many supplies as you can, dear. This is going to be very bad."
"Of course, my dear woman," he said, "I'll see if any of my associates are available as well. Thank you for notifying me. I'll see you shortly. Goodbye."
Setting the receiver on the switch hook again, he eyed the papers scattered across the desk. Mrs. Stauffer's apparently-not-septicemia would have to wait until the morning. He rose and crossed the room, collecting his black satchel from the chair near the door. While most of his office was a wonderful display of disorder and chaos, his bag was always fully stocked and well organized--with no small thanks to Samantha Benson, one of the nurses who worked his shift.
He wondered if Sammie was available for a little extracurricular nursing now...
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Post by elizabethmason on Sept 23, 2009 3:02:28 GMT -5
Elizabeth chuckled at John's quirky manner but was excited to hear he might bring others. "Anyone you bring would be a great help! See you soon, love." She hung up and walked back to where Daisy still stood at the stove. "Dr. Smith is going to meet us there and he said he might bring a few coleagues. We should probably leave so-..." Elizabeth stopped as she heard the sound of horse's hooves outside. "Oh! the cabbie's here! Quick, let's get everything together! we don't want to keep him waiting too long!"
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