05 - Masks

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[She does not, possibly, even intend to be here.

A bed appears, within in the form of a woman with skin paler than the gold of her hair. The bedding is decadent, the bedframe artfully crafted and truthfully -- she does little to compliment it in this particular moment. She is in her dressing gown, bundled within it as if there is a chill.

The barber is unseen, but his work is clearly visible. Her right wrist is freshly cut, veins stark against her skin. For her own health, of course. Only the best care, only to make her better.

The bowl with her expelled blood is there but covered, and on a small table next to her bed rests money. Trinkets of admiration from her king for being strong, for a job well done.

No, she does not intend to be here at all, and her mind wanders. It is merely the alternative to where she would not be at all.]

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Reinette?

[no small amount of concern as he heads to the bed]

Reinette?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[Doctor...]

[Doctor?]

Doctor.

[obviously distressed]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks to her wrist, then sets his jaw as a few things click into place]

Reinette. I need you to wake up. Reinette.

[puts a hand to her forehead]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[approaches cautiously, quietly, and stands over her, watching with almost a detached interest before gently touching her face]

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[the touch is cool and soothing, for the moment she remains silent]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[frowns, uncertain, and leans over her, examining the instruments and other such implements]

Reinette?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Aniki sees the cut and growls. Bloodletting--it's common enough practice in Scanra as well, when no healers can be found. She comes and sits down on the bed, pressing a hand to Reinette's forehead, her face grim.]

Lass? Come out of it, lass. Say something.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she hears her approach, and sighs -- she is perhaps not in the best of moods]

It is not my tongue they took...I can speak.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Graveyard Hag take them all. [She inspects Reinette's wrist.] I've seen these things go bad too many times.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[He jumps up onto the bed, looking a bit thinner and more careworn since his last appearance on the plane. He sees the cut on her wrist and makes an alarmed noise and starts licking it gently. The skin almost seems to zip itself up--the cut is reduced to a scabbed-over line. He gives it a long, contemplative look.]

I would say this: it is fortunate that I am so good at cleaning wounds.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

she looks at the results of his efforts, and might marvel were she not so weary. Instead the same hand moves to rest on her visitors coat in some sort of thanks]

You are quite skilled.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[He licks her arm, still somewhat disconcerted.] But who wounded you in this manner?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[And here's a Cy, clambering happily up onto the bed--and then seeing the state Reinette is in. She flounders her way over through the blankets and climbs onto the courtesan's stomach.] Hey! Hey, you're not allowed to do that.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[and here is someone she could not be irritated with]

...hello Cy.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

No doing that. No being sick. [She rubs her face against Reinette's stomach.]

[elementsilver.livejournal.com]

Oh dear...

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[only glances at him]

[elementsilver.livejournal.com]

[Sternly] That process does no good to my knowledge.

[contract_star]

[Whoa, it's a lady who looks like...well, royalty. Hei hesitates a bit, but she's also injured, and that's more important.]

[Softly, in case she's asleep,] Ah...ma'am? I might be able to help...

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she looks to the stranger, but does not offer much of a greeting]

I still entertain hopes of helping myself, you know.

[contract_star]

O-oh. Well... [Awkward Hei is awkward.] I could bandage your wrist. I-if you want...

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[he does not rush over to her side in aid; he merely looks at her and frowns in disdain]

Blood-letting. Barbaric practice. It's awful for your health.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[tired, she glances at him with a wry expression -- and with no other formalities...]

Please. [sarcasm is managed it seems] Say what you truly feel.

[madamemoiselle]

{There's blood involved, so of course our resident vampire is interested. She peers at the bowl of blood before glancing to the very pretty woman}

Ne, why cut yourself and waste all this blood?

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

[she glances up to see dark hair and an accessing gaze]

That is, I believe, the point. To rid me of what is deemed bad blood, ill humors. Fevers. Whatever accounts itself in the moment.

[is still obviously tired]