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[thantagonist]

Attention Fellow People of Etraya,

I am Doctor Daniil Dankovsky, Bachelor of Medicine. As I understand it, few of you have seen a doctor lately. That simply won’t do! Please, don’t wait to get sick to establish care. I am situated in the hospital, ready to take consent forms and make updated medical histories. At least a few of you have unaddressed concerns, I just know it. The average person comes to see the doctor when it’s too late! Though we cannot die here, there is no reason to suffer unduly.

And if you are otherwise healthy, perhaps think of it as helping me out. In the event of an outbreak, it is far more helpful to have complete clinical pictures of the inhabitants. Especially, as I understand it, there are many biological differences in this population.

Please come visit me during my clinic hours, every day from 10am to 6pm.


[What Daniil really wants is to meet more of the unusual inhabitants of Etraya more quickly as well as conduct casual interviews of the sort of people who are slated to save the universe. But he can’t just say that completely outright.]

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[hexcope]

I'm not sure what you'd be misunderstanding. I meant what I said.

[And then he reads more, about Daniil being murdered already and he abruptly switches to video.]

Wait, you- already? Who did it? That's...

[He's kind of shook, actually. He knows not everyone here is quite so friendly, but murdering a new guy right away?]

[thantagonist]

[He’d already heard of men casually with other men from Gary Green. Was he again the outlier? Oh, he’s starting a video. Very well.]

It was a misunderstanding from the hand of a drunken vagrant. Arthur Morgan. He was kind enough once I was conscious again. Nevermind. I’m fine.

Please, our cultures and understandings of the implicit are different. Do me the favor and spell these things out. You were lab partners, not intimate partners, yes?

I’ve already been made a fool in front of children, aliens, and elves. I’m not sure how much more I can take.

[hexcope]

"Kind enough" doesn't cut it if he's killing first and asking questions later. I'll have words with him.

[Arthur Morgan is officially on his shit list.]

We were lab partners who became intimate partners. I'm sorry if that wasn't clear enough, I'm not trying to make you seem foolish.

[thantagonist]

I’d agree. I truly take no pleasure in pointing a pistol at anyone. Which makes me think that he was scared as well. Either way, I’ve survived the encounter, which is more than most men who have had a bullet travel through their bodies can say.

He has consumption, yet he smells like alcohol and tobacco. He has other matters to worry about.

[Daniil just listens to this. He involuntarily imagines one of his assistants in this position and frowns.]

Is that sort of thing really so common here? Can you really speak so openly about it?

[hexcope]

All the more reason to get it through to him he's not in a position to be picking fights just because he's scared.

[Guard dog goes bark bark bark bark.]

It is. This may come as an even greater surprise, but there's also no formal set of laws here either. We're a small enough population that matters are handled personally, and as long as no one gets hurt, people are allowed to do as they want.

[He's beginning to see where the issue might stem here. It was never a problem in Piltover, nor Zaun. Classism was the more defining feature that kept couples apart, and even then, a certain level of privilege would give you a pass. Jayce voice goes a little quieter, softer.]

So if you have any other questions, I'm around. I can listen.

[thantagonist]

Please, there’s no reason to look into it.

[I don’t need you to know I was in my blood soaked smallclothes climbing out of a mushroom costume. Where do I even start with that? ]

I suppose it makes sense. We are all on equal footing, and we should all be of the same mind. Save our worlds, no matter the cost.

[Any question? Oh, about the matter of homosexuality, as Gary put it.]

It’s not that… those things are explicitly against the law. But they don’t bode well for a long and fruitful career. It’s hard for the Academy to relate to such proclivities. Not that I judge such actions. I’m not bound by scripture, nor by the ideals of small minded men.

However, a tightrope must be walked in the court of public opinion. It’s hard to convince the masses to wash their hands when they’re focused upon a man’s personal life.

[hexcope]

[Oh, maybe Daniil fears retaliation? That seems fair.]

I won't mention your name or any specifics. I promise. Even if I'm a terrible leader-

[Said with an ounce more bitterness than fits the rest of the sentence-]

I'm trying to at least make sure everyone here understands we're supposed to be on the same team.

[A new effort, on his behalf.]

Ah. Well... no need for that tightrope here. The common acceptance of my kind of relationship with Viktor is just as well regarded as washing hands is.

[thantagonist]

Oh, you’re a leader? [Said with levity. He knows how being in charge of idiots could wash away a man’s standing.] Sorry, a terrible one?

[Daniil chuckles.]

From my experience, the masses regard both of those very poorly. But I’d rather hear about your leadership.

[hexcope]

I know it wasn't my strong suit, but it's one thing to know it, and another to be told it.

[Sorry Sophie. He's still sulking.]

You'd really rather not. Ask me about just about anything else. That one requires dinner first.

[thantagonist]

I’ve been told plenty of things to my face that weren’t true.

[His voice is playful and sympathetic.]

You want dinner? As long as I don’t have to cook it myself, I could arrange it. I’m not much of a chef, and I don’t have much of a kitchen anyway. So… Why not now? We could go into that restaurant a couple stops from Alcyone’s Wake. “The Diner”, I believe. They have somewhere quiet to sit and talk. It’s right off the trolley. Unless dinner was meant to be a deterrent.

[hexcope]

[ It was meant to be a deterrent, but Daniil sounds so sincere about it. Daniil's new, he's already died, and it sounds like if anything, he might need a friend. All things Jayce can't resist trying to help him with. ]

... Okay. Alright. The Diner it is.

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[thantagonist]

[he certainly does need a friend after the week he’s had and made worse for himself. Daniil is a bit closer to the Diner and shows up first as a consequence. He politely waits outside as it gets dark, his doctor bag held in his hand. He probably went everywhere with it.]

[The Diner is right off the trolley, and Daniil keeps his eyes peeled in that direction. He ponders what he’d just learned about the other man. Openly partners with another man. A great engineer, a poor leader perhaps. But he consented to coming here and letting Daniil learn a bit more about him.]

[hexcope]

[ He knows it's getting late, and in the interest of not having Daniil wait around in the dark any longer than necessary, Jayce takes a shortcut he doesn't often use: superpowered flight. The powers he retained from their trip to another world sure come in handy when he's trying to be more expedient with his travel- with the new consequence of making him a little nauseous when he flies. He didn't used to feel this way when first using it, but ever since the Ravine...

Jayce lands within a few feet of the diner with a grunt, it always hurts his leg a little when he lets gravity take back over, and offers Daniil a nod. ]

Hope you like greasy food. This place isn't known for its salads.

[thantagonist]

[Jayce’s arrival leaves Daniil with his jaw hanging open.]

You fly as well. Are you some sort of alien, too?

[Still, he notes the grunt. That leg doesn’t like impact.]

[Daniil doesn’t look particularly excited about the prospect of greasy food, not that he was a big salad eater either. But he’ll cope. He was mainly relieved to be taking meals in a town that didn’t just smell like cowshit and rot.]

[He opens the door for Jayce, obviously looking at his leg to watch him walk after that impact. From up close, he notes something else, too.]

You look a little unwell.

[hexcope]

Hah. No. This is from my time here. A remainder of a mission.

[ The first few steps are limped slightly, but he gets back a more normal walking speed as he gets used to it. ]

Unwell?

[ As he steps into the diner, he brings his fist to his mouth and exhales into it, trying to ease the nausea. ]

Oh. Yeah. Flying too long does that to me now. I'll be fine.

[thantagonist]

I am a doctor. No need to make yourself worse on my account. In fact, I expressly forbid it.

[Still, the idea that the ability to fly could merely be granted? ]

[They’re seated, and the juxtaposition of the scenery and decor against the level of service and variety of food on the menu is strange.]

There are familiar things here, but… pancakes with syrup? Not jam? Not caviar? There’s no fish here…

A lot of eggs and toasted bread.

Do you even have an appetite after that flying? I saw you limp through the door. Did you hurt yourself?

[He turns to a bot.] Bring my friend a peppermint tea, please.

[hexcope]

It's just some nausea. It'll pass.

[ Hardly the worst he's had to deal with. ]

Caviar on pancakes. Haven't heard that one in a while.

[ He says with a lighthearted grin, because it does strike a memory in him of Viktor. ]

I'll get an appetite soon enough. For now-

[ He intends to just have water, but Daniil went ahead and ordered tea for him. ]

Uh, thanks. And it's just my leg.

[thantagonist]

Just your broken leg, you mean.

[Daniil glances down, as if he can see through the table.]

Pancake isn’t quite the right term. I must say, there is an aspect of these translators that frustrates me. Being unable to choose my own words irritates me, I’m not sure what stupid homonym will rear its head. I’ll learn your language. It won’t take me too long, I suspect.

I’m surprised you’ve heard of it at all. Have you had it? It’s wonderful.

[Daniil looks through the menu before ordering chicken noodle soup. How could chicken soup be greasy and go wrong?]

Now why does it make you nauseous? Not a fan of heights?

[hexcope]

I haven't. I was never a big caviar guy, and even less so now. You lose your appetite for fish-like things when it's your only option.

[ He says as if it's just like he had a limited menu for a while, and not, you know, the Horrors. ]

A fear of falling, I guess.

[ Being vague on purpose, but he's realizing that maybe going to dinner with an apparently very nosy man might have been a bad move. His tea arrives, piping hot, and he decides to take a sip of it anyway just to alleviate the need to answer more thoroughly. It does burn his tongue a little, but he ignores it. ]

Do you mind if I ask you to turn off your translator for a minute? I'm curious what your language sounds like without it.

[thantagonist]

You make it sound like you’re being forced to. There’s a trolley.

Ah- Of course.

[He takes the whole thing off his head and clears his throat.]

It sounds like this. My name is Daniil Dankovsky. Bachelor of Medicine. I’m honestly very grateful to be here, sitting with you. It’s been a difficult time adjusting, but I’m grateful to be here alive.

[And then he slips it back on and peers up at Jayce for his reaction.]

[hexcope]

I know I wasn't forced to, but I didn't want to... you know. Leave you waiting. I know it can take a while for me to get somewhere on foot.

[ It didn't use to be. He used to be fast- agile. The internal debate continues on if this self-imposed consequence of his injury serves as enough penance for his mistakes.

Jayce listens, and of course, doesn't understand any of it. But it's interesting to hear nonetheless. ]

I'm not sure if I was expecting I'd be able to pick out a word or two there- some kind of common shared derivative of language. I did at least hear your name!

[thantagonist]

Silly man. I know what your leg looks like. I saw the x-ray. I’m not about to expect so much from an injured man.

Besides, I’ve been luxuriating in not needing to be anywhere at any particular time, actually. I even brought a book to read.

[He’s glad he couldn’t understand him. He did genuinely say some fairly vulnerable things there. His cheeks heat a little.]

Let’s hear yours. It’s common here, isn’t it? I have two other languages that will make it simple enough to learn. I can pick words out, I was before.

[hexcope]

Wait you- Robert showed you it?

[ Ughhhhhh. ]

Fine, my turn.

[ He takes out his translators, and speaks: ]

My name's Jayce Talis- but you know that already. I feel out place here too, more often than not. Something about you ... reminds me of home in a way a lot of people here don't.

[ With a clearing of his throat, he puts the translator back on. ]

So? Any cognates?

[thantagonist]

[Daniil laughs, he had paid such close attention while talking, but…]

Not a single one! Well. “My” and “name” are similar in many languages. But it falls apart quickly after that. Still, I’m not discouraged. All the medical journals and books he has are in that language you speak. I have much to update in my study, this will just be one of them.

Nothing worth reading was in it, after all.

[Daniil quietly thanks the robot that drops off his soup and saltines.]

And yes, he did. I’d apologize for talking about you, but I think it was very productive. We might have a good solution. I should ask for your consent to show sketches of your leg to someone I think help. Though photographs would be better.

[hexcope]

You've already got a study somewhere?

[ Daniil really does move fast, doesn't he?

Jayce stares down into his peppermint tea as Daniil keeps talking about his injury. If he lets this happen- allows himself to be helped... ]

Would you fix it again? Say you fix it. Totally healed, or as best it can be. Would you do it again, if it happened again?