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This is White Lily Cookie. My husband, Pure Vanilla Cookie, runs the clinic, and the two of us are trained with making medicines, salves and potions. I'm also researching a disease at this time. Are you looking to learn?

[ Ah. One of the cookie people. He recalls reading about them when he read back on older posts. ]

It is a pleasure to meet you, White Lily Cookie. While that may be a skill worthy of learning, at the moment I am more concerned with a low supply of a particular medicine. If I supplied you with a sample, would you be able to replicate it?

If not us, than one of the other scientists can, I'm positive.

Wonderful. I would very much appreciate a try. I'm not certain what goes into it, or I would be able to give you a much better idea.

Are you at the clinic now, or at the inn? If I am able, I would be happy to bring a sample to you.

I am there, yes. With the storms, it's important to stay on top of things. My husband should also be there.

Of course, thank you. I believe I have just spoken to your husband, then? I will be there shortly.

Hello, my friend, I am Pure Vanilla Cookie. A small sample should suffice for us to begin deconstructing your medicine. May I ask if you know if it's made of plants or is it more synthetic chemicals?

[ Don't ask him, he's listened to Gnosis but that still goes over his head. ]

Also the symptoms in which it is helping ease? If you don't wish to say so over the notebook, you are free to drop by the Clinic or the House across from it and tell me in person!

Edited 2025-01-10 03:47 (UTC)

Plants and other naturally-occurring materials, though I don't know which ones.

[ Synthetic chemicals sounds right up Mid's alley, and she's no healer. ]

Thank you for your consideration. I would prefer to discuss it in person, and that will allow me to bring a sample besides. Is now a good time?

Ah, then yes, we should be able to take care of it. While we may not find the exact ones, there are enough here we may be able to get close enough.

And of course. Please do take care in the cold on your way over. I will meet you there.

[ He will bundle himself up and trot over to the Clinic, making sure it's warm enough to stave off the creeping bitter cold that promises to freeze everything. ]

Thank you very much. I will be over as soon as I am able.

[ This, of course, means "once I have told my brother". He goes to find Clive, letting him know that he's going to the clinic and why, and then he's off.

He's not... really dressed for this kind of weather, usually. He doesn't have the clothes for it, just having arrived not long ago, but his usual clothes are warm enough once he's borrowed a coat. The snow is deep and unrelenting, and the wind picks up and dies off at random, but he makes his way to what seems to be a clinic. He isn't sure if he can just go right inside or not, so he knocks politely on the door instead. ]

[ The knock at the clinic door makes him blink - ah yes, the person is new - and he trundles over to open it. Surprise! The Cookie is a Sheep. Very wooly, very bundled against the cold.

And very much making distressed sheep noises at seeing this young man is NOT bundled well against the cold, instantly ushering the other in. He almost shuts the door in someone's face before realizing there's a big bulky man there, blinking and letting him in too okay.

Clive was not going to let his brother go alone.]

Come come, you must be cold.

[ Ushered over to another door which is wide open. The Greenhouse always runs warm to keep the plants safe so he's using it to try and heat the Clinic better too. He's positioned comfy chairs around it. Sit sit! ]

May I get you something to drink and eat?

[ Like this is a - sir over there you can sit too and not loom or stand against the wall ok - house and he's a guest and not a clinic. ]

[ A... a sheep-man. For just a fleeting moment, Joshua looks surprised, but he quickly schools it away. He'd expected a cookie-person from what he'd read, but... Well. He's not going to ask. That would be impolite.

Upon the ushering, Joshua is glad to step inside, though he does catch the brief startle of Clive being there. ]

My apologies. My brother, Clive, insisted upon coming along.

[ Really, it's just a short walk to another building. He would have been just fine. Though, he can't exactly say that, new as they are here, he wouldn't want to accompany Clive, too.

But it seems nice enough in here. Certainly welcoming! Joshua chooses a seat and sits down, one knee crossing the other. ]

Oh, no, I'm quite alright. But thank you.

[ That's very cute and at least Clive stays out of the way, hovering in the distance. ]

No apologies necessary!

[ He nods to the no tea or food, and instead moves to grab a notepad and pencil, and another chair for him to sit in. ]

Of course. Please, if I may have your symptoms?

[ Joshua gives Clive a nod. He really does appreciate the company, even if his brother is just standing by and, ah. Keeping guard, more or less. ]

Of course.

[ The symptoms, at least, are easy to list off. Doing so in person wasn't to make it easier, but to assess the person he's speaking to face to face. It's difficult to tell when he's only known Pure Vanilla for five minutes, but so far, he seems alright. He's been nothing but kind. ]

As a child, I had a tendency to be quite sickly. Often I would become bedridden with coughs and fevers. It is not quite as common now that I am grown, but the risk is still there.

[ Not mentioning the Phoenix. Not mentioning housing Ultima at the cost of his own health, either. That one is no longer a factor. ]

[ And each one is written down quickly. Coughs, fever, bedridden. Eased as he grew, but still there. His scours his mind for the books he read here. Asthma? ]

Other than when you cough, any difficulty breathing? A tightness of the chest that does not ease? Does activity make your symptoms worse, or dust and the like?

[ Enjoy the fact as he writes, his eyes never open once, but a strange Staff with an eye does seem to be looking over his shoulder from where it is resting on a nearby wall. Squinting a little due to the distance, of course. ]

[ Oh, that is... strange. He glances to Clive to see if his brother sees it, too, and then politely looks back at their host. ]

... if... I am unusually active, sometimes. It is difficult to say - for the last five years, I have [ housed a god-like being ] been in a condition that made my symptoms worse, but it has only recently been fully healed, so I am not certain what symptoms remain.

[ He thinks it's fully healed, at any rate. Ultima isn't within him anymore, and the wound on his chest is no longer there, but as far as lingering effects? He isn't sure. ]

its not playercest cause pv and clive are not interacting

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