Sounds good. I am down with the flu.
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I tried to fight it but the flu was too strong. :( Sorry to my partners for the delay.
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I tried to fight it but the flu was too strong. :( Sorry to my partners for the delay.
8 yrs ago
FINALLY feeling normal again! Thank you antibiotics!
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Hoping my partners/groups see this. Very sick. High fever for three days. Finally downgraded. Will reply when I can stay awake.
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Hate writing my biography but also don't like it when people don't have one so...Long time role player. Enjoy writing many different genres (favourites are cyberpunk/near future and high fantasy). Prefer advanced stories/plots and 1x1's. I like to have depth to stories and characters. Not fond of high school role plays or fandoms/fanfic.
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Yvette watched him swallow. It was important to make sure he did not choke on the fluid. He didn't need any other complications. She placed the glass on the small table. He was drifting off again, a wave of medication sweeping him away.
Like many, he talked in his sleep. Like many, the things relived were not often pleasant.
She placed a hand on his forehead. Low fever but nothing too worrisome. Yvette made a mental note to wash his face after rounds were done. It was a small thing that they could do to help keep the patients comfortable and cleanliness helped to stave off the germs that could make the injuries worse.
German. He was talking in German. Not that it was surprising to her but something about the language always gave her a small start. One would think she would be almost oblivious by now. Perhaps war stayed with you even if you never set foot on the battlefield. Yvette did not think about the war very much. She tried very hard to push it all down and away. She did not want to think about the past. She found no good in that. Her focus was her husband and the hospital. There was enough of the past relived here already.
She tucked a piece of dark hair back up under her cap. She plucked her little watch out again. Time for rounds. She nibbled on her lower lip. Did she leave him and join rounds or stay a few minutes more?
Yvette opted to stay to ensure he was comfortable. She moved around the bed, tucking and fixing the blankets.
"Try and relax. The medication will help the pain. You have been through a great deal of trauma and surgery. The doctors have taken good care of you though." Her voice was soft and even.
"I will not leave until you are settled." Yvette moved towards his head once more, pulling the sheet carefully onto his chest. "This is the best hospital in Hanoi. Rest now." She looked down at him.
Yvette did her best to ensure every injured soldier was treated as carefully as possible. Sometimes due to caution but mostly because if her husband was ever injured she hoped that a nurse would show him the same caring and compassion. She couldn't fall in line with some of the harder nurses, the ones so focused on their duty that all empathy was stripped away. No, that was not her at all. She knew that a kindness and caring could do a lot to help a person heal body, mind and soul.
She took that belief with her, in her heart every day she walked into this place. It was that that carried her through even when madness came or death took them. If she could offer a glimmer of humanity to them in all of this than she had done the best she could.
Like many, he talked in his sleep. Like many, the things relived were not often pleasant.
She placed a hand on his forehead. Low fever but nothing too worrisome. Yvette made a mental note to wash his face after rounds were done. It was a small thing that they could do to help keep the patients comfortable and cleanliness helped to stave off the germs that could make the injuries worse.
German. He was talking in German. Not that it was surprising to her but something about the language always gave her a small start. One would think she would be almost oblivious by now. Perhaps war stayed with you even if you never set foot on the battlefield. Yvette did not think about the war very much. She tried very hard to push it all down and away. She did not want to think about the past. She found no good in that. Her focus was her husband and the hospital. There was enough of the past relived here already.
She tucked a piece of dark hair back up under her cap. She plucked her little watch out again. Time for rounds. She nibbled on her lower lip. Did she leave him and join rounds or stay a few minutes more?
Yvette opted to stay to ensure he was comfortable. She moved around the bed, tucking and fixing the blankets.
"Try and relax. The medication will help the pain. You have been through a great deal of trauma and surgery. The doctors have taken good care of you though." Her voice was soft and even.
"I will not leave until you are settled." Yvette moved towards his head once more, pulling the sheet carefully onto his chest. "This is the best hospital in Hanoi. Rest now." She looked down at him.
Yvette did her best to ensure every injured soldier was treated as carefully as possible. Sometimes due to caution but mostly because if her husband was ever injured she hoped that a nurse would show him the same caring and compassion. She couldn't fall in line with some of the harder nurses, the ones so focused on their duty that all empathy was stripped away. No, that was not her at all. She knew that a kindness and caring could do a lot to help a person heal body, mind and soul.
She took that belief with her, in her heart every day she walked into this place. It was that that carried her through even when madness came or death took them. If she could offer a glimmer of humanity to them in all of this than she had done the best she could.
No problem and I hope you are feeling better.
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*poke* Just checking if everyone is still around.
@shylarah Left a message at the bottom of the doc for you but in case you don't check we may as well post that bit to the forum and move onto everyone heading out. If anyone is going to add to the doc now is a good time to do it :)
@shylarah Left a message at the bottom of the doc for you but in case you don't check we may as well post that bit to the forum and move onto everyone heading out. If anyone is going to add to the doc now is a good time to do it :)
No worries on when you get to post. I am not a picky person and this weekend I am busy Saturday night and Sunday afternoon.
I don't know that you need to post it but will let you decide that obviously.
I don't know that you need to post it but will let you decide that obviously.
Bach Mai Hospita, Hanoi
The smell of antiseptic cleaner filled the air but she was so used to it she rarely noticed now. Based on the face of the man who passed her in the hall he was not used to it. Yvette suppressed a smile at the man's sour face. In truth it wasn't so bad. Harsh at times and it did seep into her uniform and skin but it was nothing a bath and some oil could not get rid of. It meant though that the place was clean and sterile. For the men recovering here that was the top priority.
That and ensuring they were not in pain.
She pulled on the thin chain of her watch, checking the time. Soon she would begin rounds with the doctor to check on the patients. As Yvette tucked the tiny watch back into her apron pocket she heard a slight commotion from a nearby room.
The man there was a newer arrival to the hospital. She had not yet been in to see him, in fact he would be one of the new patients they saw on rounds but the rustling told her that he was awake now.
Yvette knew he had been unconscious when they brought him in and she knew he would be confused, disoriented and likely in a great deal of pain now if he was waking.
She entered the room and crossed quickly to his bedside. "It's alright. You are in the hospital in Hanoi. They sent you here to recover."
Yvette moved to the bedside table and poured some water from the waiting pitcher into a glass. "Here, your throat will be very dry."
She sat on the bed, near his chest and moved the glass to his lips. She prayed for him to be calm. Some of the men turned violent when agitated and at only 5'4 she was not able to fend them off, hold them down or stop them from hurting themselves or her. She could scream for help but that tended to cause a huge commotion and startle the other patients. She only hoped he was aware enough to know she was there to help him.
The smell of antiseptic cleaner filled the air but she was so used to it she rarely noticed now. Based on the face of the man who passed her in the hall he was not used to it. Yvette suppressed a smile at the man's sour face. In truth it wasn't so bad. Harsh at times and it did seep into her uniform and skin but it was nothing a bath and some oil could not get rid of. It meant though that the place was clean and sterile. For the men recovering here that was the top priority.
That and ensuring they were not in pain.
She pulled on the thin chain of her watch, checking the time. Soon she would begin rounds with the doctor to check on the patients. As Yvette tucked the tiny watch back into her apron pocket she heard a slight commotion from a nearby room.
The man there was a newer arrival to the hospital. She had not yet been in to see him, in fact he would be one of the new patients they saw on rounds but the rustling told her that he was awake now.
Yvette knew he had been unconscious when they brought him in and she knew he would be confused, disoriented and likely in a great deal of pain now if he was waking.
She entered the room and crossed quickly to his bedside. "It's alright. You are in the hospital in Hanoi. They sent you here to recover."
Yvette moved to the bedside table and poured some water from the waiting pitcher into a glass. "Here, your throat will be very dry."
She sat on the bed, near his chest and moved the glass to his lips. She prayed for him to be calm. Some of the men turned violent when agitated and at only 5'4 she was not able to fend them off, hold them down or stop them from hurting themselves or her. She could scream for help but that tended to cause a huge commotion and startle the other patients. She only hoped he was aware enough to know she was there to help him.
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8 yrs ago
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Hahaha autocorrect! Collabs!
Oh the images in my head now.
Oh the images in my head now.
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8 yrs ago
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One of my big pet peeves and why I often resort to collars.
I also don't mind editing to make a post more polished, really for me it is about the flow and I personally like collars.
I also don't mind editing to make a post more polished, really for me it is about the flow and I personally like collars.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I have always had good luck with shared write pads in one form or another. People reply and then one person can copy/paste to the forum. Helps with flow of interaction in my experience.
One long term game I am still in is only three people and everything is done in google so we can react as needed without a weird break of flow for dialogue or short posts.
Also it helps if you have a group who demands 300+ words and can't because you are mid conversation with another character.
Just my experience mind :)
One long term game I am still in is only three people and everything is done in google so we can react as needed without a weird break of flow for dialogue or short posts.
Also it helps if you have a group who demands 300+ words and can't because you are mid conversation with another character.
Just my experience mind :)
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