New Amsterdam: A New World (pt2.1)


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Title: A New World (pt2.1)
Number: 107
Date: Jul 7, 2008 at 2:28 PM
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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 2:28 PM

[bg=#0e1938][padding=10px][so=#67708c][bg=#202d54]NEW AMSTERDAM: A NEW WORLD[/bg][/so][/padding][/bg]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

A day later, Alphonse was almost free of his cold, but his gloomy mood didn’t actually help his health any. He spent long hours in his private studio in his apartment, working like a possessed man (well, whenever he was not knocked out cold on top his sketches). Alba noticed his dark mood or not, it was hard to say if she cared at all since she was, well… a bird.

There were quite a few projects going on downstairs too, but Alphonse was relying on his apprentices to finish them on their own – or so he said. Alphonse would appear out of the blue and hover dangerously, checking every detail was nothing but perfection of handmade art before disappearing again, back to his studio. He was quite good at appearing and disappearing without notice. The house was four stories high, if you count the mansard; the double set of stairs and corridors (staff and “public”) allowed him to come and go almost anywhere in the building without using the halls; the hidden set of stairs and corridors worked like secret passages. Indeed, some where rather dark and foreboding at night.[/dotted]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Little Peter loved the second set of corridors and passages. He was almost as good as Alphonse at appearing and disappearing through them, and he would hide there sometimes. He had wanted to show Cheyanne some interesting places, but he desisted because it was very likely she’d meet the Master at some point and she could try to clobber the poor Master. Peter had decided it was best not to mix those two.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 10:14 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne darned socks. Cheyanne mended aprons. Cheyanne repaired curtains. Cheyanne fell asleep and slept and slept and nearly died. Or at least, she felt like she was going to die. She was fairly certain she told Marie she was dying, as she curled up in bed clinging to a pillow she was trying to patch up, and Marie said she would be all right. But Cheyanne’s head was swimming, and she was so hot, and what she really needed was some cold pills or cough syrup so at the very least she wouldn’t feel the pain while she died! …and that was just the day Alba held her hostage!

The next morning was all the worse, but Cheyanne was determined to do more than stay in bed moaning. Only she was feeling so miserable and so cloudy headed, that she really wasn’t thinking much beyond ‘need medicine’. She had slipped out of bed sometime later in the day than she had thought it was, fixed her covers and fluffed her pillows. Medicine. She always kept some in her purse and that was over-… where DID she leave her purse? Cheyanne had forgotten all about it, even when she had stormed out of the Atelier. Well, she was just going to get it now!

Only Cheyanne still wasn’t quite thinking, and didn’t even remember that she needed to get dressed. She was still wearing some odd nightgown Marie had bullied her in to as she wandered down the hall sleepily. Where did she leave it…

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 10:29 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie caught a nightshirted Cheyanne just on time as one of the younger apprentices was there gaping at her. She shoed him away and herded Cheyanne back to the bedroom.

“You shouldn’t go around naked! Oh my,” Marie blinked at her. “You need some cough syrup! I’ll send Peter to the apothecary.”

She tucked Cheyanne into bed. “Just stay here and rest.” She checked Cheyanne’s forehead for any fever. “We may need a doctor for you, too…”[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 10:34 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“I’m not naked.” Cheyanne held up a finger correcting Marie, not realizing she was being ushered back to her room and in to bed. Now how did she get back in bed? Cheyanne was sitting up again, throwing her legs over the side and shaking her head.

“I have medicine in my purse. It’s around here somewhere. I set it down on a chair… or was it a table?” Cheyanne pushed Marie’s fussing hands away. “You sound like my sister.” she muttered. “I have to find my purse, all my [i]stuff[/i] is in there. I’ll die, Marie!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 10:38 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

“You are not going to die,” Marie firmly said. “You are just sick. We’ll find you some medicines and Peter will fetch a doctor!”

Marie then remembered the tiny pills and the purse. She tilted her head, thinking.

“I don’t know where your purse is. If your belongings were sent to the Master’s room, perhaps he will know where your purse is. I will go and ask him… but only if you stay in bed.”

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 10:45 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“People die from colds all the time in the Victorian Era!” Or was that the era they had better medicinal advances? No, no Cheyanne was pretty sure that people died a lot from being sick. They died plenty enough in modern times when colds turned to pneumonia and you didn’t get medicine fast enough! Cheyanne realized she probably had no immunity to any of the illnesses in this city, who knows what sort of horrible things she could catch!

“Okay… I’ll stay in bed.” Cheyanne crawled back in bed and under the covers, where she promptly pulled them over her head to ward away any more germs that might be floating around.

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 11:12 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie sighed. She went to the kitchen to find Little Peter and sent him to get Dr. Fahrenheit and get some lemons and honey at the market on his way back. With those she prepared a potent cold syrup she mainly used for Alphonse, but since Cheyanne was getting sick too, there couldn’t be too much cold syrup in the house!
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[dash]Not much later, Dr. Fahrenheit arrived with a large medical satchel and a gift of chicken livers for Alba. It was considered of good fortune to bring gifts for house avatars, even if the avatars themselves rarely were allowed to eat said gifts. The house was filled with activity at the time and since he already knew his way into the house, Dr. Fahrenheit assumed Alphonse was the sick one and went upstairs to see him.

It wasn’t Alphonse, but since Alphonse was sick anyway, how could he convince the doctor he was not the patient? Besides Alphonse was in even greater disadvantage because the doctor had known him since Alphonse was a young and desperate student of Architecture morphing into an apprentice of a fashion designer, with the aggravating fact that said fashion designer Armand LeGant had a secret weakness for recreational drugs and gambling. Before Alphonse could argue, he was being threatened with bloodletting if he wouldn’t stop fussing!

Then Peter finally found the doctor. He explained about the actual patient, so the good doctor and his leeches were (thankfully) taken away from a nerve-grated Alphonse. Dr. Fahrenheit was finally taken to the right patient and he patiently tried to peel off all the layers of blankets and sheets so he could actually see what the patient looks like![/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 11:20 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Mooooan… Cheyanne might as well been a moaning zombie under the covers. Marie was taking so long…! That purse should have been found by now! As covers were being pulled away, she was relieved, assuming it was Marie with her purse but it was… A stranger! Even worse, a stranger with an old fashioned doctor’s bag!

Cheyanne scooted backwards against the headboard of the bed, wide eyed and blinking! “You- You’re not my purse.” A doctor from this place was the last thing she needed, did they even properly sanitize the things they used during examinations? She bet not, and he was probably covered with germs from a dozen different patients!

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Azul Morag – Jul 7, 2008 at 11:38 PM

[dash]The doctor blinked placidly; after all, you hear all kinds of things when you are a doctor.

“No, I am not your purse, Miss Flower. I am Doctor Celso Fahrenheit. I am here to relieve your pain.” He said it very slowly, as the poor girl seemed to be slowed down due to her surely strange and foreign disease. The doctor put down his jar of leeches in a portable table Peter brought for him and pulled out an ancient thermometer with a large and shiny mercury bulb… yet actually, it was new.

“Let me check your temperature, child.”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 7, 2008 at 11:46 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Oh my god! Leeches?! Forget it! No way. Not in a million years! She’ll get anemia and she’ll end up passing out every hour cause he blood was drained and she’s weak and wilty! And they were gross and slimy, and she most certainly didn’t need a doctor when she had perfectly good medicine in her purse. She didn’t want to die!

Of course through all of this mental dialog, Cheyanne was clutching the blanket with a death grip, and slowly shaking her head at the doctor. She looked horrified!

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:00 AM

[dash]Dr. Fahrenheit was perplexed. He asked Peter if the patient had spoken before, and Peter answered affirmatively. Dr. Fahrenheit showed Cheyanne the thermometer and spoke slooooowly with gentle gestures to get her to relax.

“The leeches are not for you, I was about to use them on Alphonse, but I will have to see about him later. You seem to be ill…” He frowned at her pale face and dilated pupils. “Peter, get a basin with cool water and small towels.”

Peter, who had just brought a glass of water and another of lemonade, scampered to get the basin and towels. Meanwhile, Dr. Fahrenheit mixed etanol and opium to prepare laudanum for the patient. He carefully poured a few drops into the glass of water and mixed it with a glass agitator.

“Drink this. You will be able to relax and sleep.”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:26 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Well, the leeches not being for her was a comfort. But not by much. Cheyanne tilted away from the doctor. With the headboard at her back, she couldn’t move backwards anymore, so she had to tilt towards the other side. That stuff he was mixing didn’t look very legal or medical at all.

Cheyanne held up her hand. “No thank you…” she said softly. “I just need my purse and I’ll be fine.” It was kind of awkward being in bed with some weirdo doctor talking all slow to her. She wasn’t dumb and she could speak English! He was just… going to torture her with ancient devices and crazy techniques!

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:33 AM

[dash]The doctor arched an eyebrow. He had measured forces with unruly patients before. He patted the jar of leeches.

“If you refuse to drink your medicine, I will have to resort to bloodletting. It is very effective for patients that prefer a more physical technique rather than a simple drinkable medicine. These leeches are bred and imported from India, and are very effective. We would only have to tie you to the bed for your own safety while I apply the leeches. After you get a syncope, you will sleep to your health!”

He made a pause.

“Of course, just taking your medicine like a good girl would be a lot simpler.”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:43 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

As if it were possible for Cheyanne to look anymore terrified, she did! Blinking wide eyed and opened mouth, that evil evil man just threatened her with [i]leeches[/i]! Cheyanne was having a very hard time deciding what to do! That drink was going to put her to sleep and she might never wake up, and he wouldn’t [i]really[/i] abuse a poor patient like that would he? That would be bad practice!

“I already have medicine in my purse.” she started slowly. “I’m just going to get it and show you.” Cheyanne pushed off the blankets and was quickly escaping for bed. Her purse or the front door, which ever one she found first!

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 12:53 AM

[dash]Dr. Fahrenheit considered this purse she kept on invoking could actually be a real object, but before he could deepen into that part of their conversation, his patient tried to flee! He promptly blocked the way to the door.

“There, there. You only need to take your medicine.”

This patient very obviously was a neurotic one, perhaps bipolar. She moved from extreme passiveness to aggression in a matter of seconds! Dr. Fahrenheit mentally checked if he had brought chloroform, too. He preferred the laudanum ten times better, but the patient was surely prone to hurt herself and others!

“After you take your medicine and sleep, you will feel a lot better,” he said, making calming gestures and speaking very slow. “There is no need to look for your purse, it will come back to you!”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 1:00 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne halted quickly, finding him blocking the door. She took several steps backwards! This man wasn’t anything like a doctor, he sounded more like those creepy stalker guys on scary movies, or the mad serial killer doctors on crime shows! She might have been over exaggerating just a little being sick and scared… but he said her purse would come back to her? He was bonkers! It’s not like they moved by themselves!

She pointed a finger at him, easing herself as far away from him as she could. “You- You’re a crazy person! Doctors don’t threaten patients or… or attack them! So just… stay over there.” There had to be another door in this room somewhere! Peter had said something about secret passages!

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 1:05 AM

[dash]Dr. Fahrenheit sighed. Just as he had thought, the patient was starting to show signs of delirium, perhaps from fever!

“You must be shivering. Why don’t you go back to bed? I am sure your purse would be pleased. Then you can take your medicine and rest!”

Dr. Fahrenheit moved to the door and opened it a little, always facing Cheyanne. “I will need some hands here!” He announced before closing the door again.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 1:13 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Are you [i]insane[/i]? A purse isn’t alive!” He was a lunatic and he was a doctor?! Did he do this to Mr. Daupre too or did he manage to drug people up with his potions so they wouldn’t fight him? There was no where to run away to, and crawling out a window would just be ludicrous.

Maybe if she reasoned with him. “I would be happy to get back in bed if you’d [i]go away[/i] and leave me alone. I will take [i]my[/i] medicine, not any or your potions.” He wasn’t moving from the door and he was going to get them to grab her and tie her up, and do horrible things to her!

“MARIE!” she shouted! “MR. DAUPRE!!” Cheyanne needed a weapon to protect herself from the crazy doctor, but the he might call HER crazy and have her taken away to an insane asylum and put in a straight or worse!! “…MR. DAUPRE!!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 1:39 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Things were not boding well, and Little Peter was starting to worry. When Cheyanne began screaming, even Marie worried a bit, but Mrs. Keane said she had indeed guessed the woman was crazy. What was so difficult, taking a simple medicine for her cold?, Mrs. Keane argued. She also said, Cheyanne had been wandering the halls naked! The woman obviously wasn’t all that alright in the head.

Peter made a discrete dash for the staff stairs and went finding the Master! Surely he’d have a way to help miss Flower!
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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 8:25 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“If you’ll just [i]listen[/i] and stay over there, I’m really very reasonable…! MR. DAUPRE! MARIE!” He was just looking at her like she was a nut case! The same way all of them looked at her, it was really frustrating…! Why couldn’t any of these crazy people just listen to her! That wasn’t fair, Peter listened to her… but Peter was a little kid and no one ever cared about what little kids had to say.

Cheyanne sat down in a chair on the far side of the room. She was feeling dizzy again, and all that screaming wasn’t helping. “If I drink it, will you leave me alone? And not touch me or take me away or put leeches on me…?”

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 1:17 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

Marie was extremely worried at all the screaming in the bedroom. She was waiting outside with Mrs. Keane. Two of the tailor apprentices came to help holding down the patient when Dr. Fahrenheit yelled out for help, but Marie begged them to wait.

“She only has a cold and she’s scared! Please wait before going in!”[/dashed]

[dash]Mrs. Keane was more than eager to believe Cheyanne was insane, so she only arched an eyebrow in a disapproving fashion.

“Dr. Fahrenheit knows what he does,” Mrs. Keane argued. “Miss Fowler has behaved strangely all this time, ever since the Master plucked her out of the streets! We don’t know where she came from, or if she’s some kind of runaway. It’d be best to let the good doctor calm her down.”

One of the men folded his arms.

“The owl brought her back, though. I am sure there is something there you are missing, Mrs. Keane. Besides, the Master took her in because of that something you are missing.”

“What exactly do you mean, Mr. Farrell?” Mrs. Keane had raised her eyebrows and she seemed ready to bite (but in a very distinguished manner).[/dash]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=166][b]Little Peter[/b]

Right then Peter appeared with the Master. Peter was dragging Alphonse by the sleeve, his other hand clutching his spitfire cap making it obvious he had begged the Master to go with him.
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was still somewhat dizzy, with a stuffy nose and appearing exhausted in general, but one stern glare managed to reduce Mrs. Keane to silence.

“Mrs. Keane, when you do believe I am in the wrong it would be quite more helpful if you would let me know instead of speaking your mind to all the staff before coming to me.” He shook his sleeve free from Peter’s grip and used a handkerchief to rub his nose a little.

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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=155][b]Marie[/b]

It was the Master! Marie clasped her hands.

“Master Daupre, Miss Fowler is very scared and she doesn’t want to take her medicines! Dr. Farenheit wants her restrained but she’s just scared… Please help!”

Just then, a voice inside the room screamed, desperately calling for Marie and Mr. Daupre. Marie gasped.
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse felt like rolling his eyes, but he didn’t. It had to be the leeches, he thought. After all, he himself had been just threatened with bloodletting for being uncooperative. Why couldn’t she just take the medicines? Strange owl kidnapper woman.

Gloomier than ever as his own cold made small things in life much more miserable than they were on their own, Alphonse removed the apprentices from the door and slid inside. Peter had told him about the purse and Alphonse luckily had it in the bundle of things Marie had delivered to his room; Alphonse had asumed this was part of the deal because it was well, accesorial to Cheyanne’s outfit. Upon Peter’s words, Alphonse had checked the bag, but he cleverly took out everything the doctor would confiscate and hid it elsewhere before bringing the bag to the second floor with Peter.

After all, he knows how Dr. Fahrenheit can get. Alphonse casted a stern look at both the doctor and Miss Fowler.

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 8:22 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

When Mr. Daupre entered the room and with her purse too Cheyanne stood up intending to move over to him. …but he was still next to that crazy doctor. Cheyanne sat back down. In fact he looked completely unamused, and she suspected he might very well let the insane doctor do evil things to her!

She slowly pointed at finger at the doctor. “He’s a stranger and he doesn’t act like a doctor at all. He doesn’t listen and he threatened me and said he’d tie me up and stick me with leeches. He’s really really frightening, and I [i]said[/i] I’d go to bed and take medicine if he’d just go away.” Cheyanne was trying her best to remain calm, but it was pretty clear she was upset, scared, and probably ready to start crying again.

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 8:50 PM

[dash]Dr. Fahrenheit just shook his head.

“She is a most difficult patient, but I must say she exhibits traits of mania and other disorders, even! She panicked when I told her she should drink this simple dose of laudanum so she could relax and sleep. Then she invoked some totem in the form of a purse… Is that purse hers? How interesting!”
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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

“Doctor Fahrenheit,” began Alphonse, “please contemplate the possibility that she is not a crazy maniac. She is just confused and… nervous, perhaps. She is new to the city and the simplest things amaze and perplex her. She doesn’t know much about the ways of the city or the local ways. She says she will take the medication. Maybe that is all she needs?”

He said that with a perfectly straight face, but in the back of his mind he was… wickedly pleased she was the crazy maniac now, not him!

“Miss Fowler. I will give you your purse IF you drink your medicine and get back into bed. Then the good doctor will examine you and he will leave you to rest.”

Then he waited for the inevitable lash out of doctoral hurt pride.
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“Very well, if she cooperates… but I must check this “purse” she mentioned; just to make sure there is nothing there to harm herself.”[/dash]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

As expected. Alphonse gave a reassuring nod to Cheyanne (leaving it to her to accept and trust him or not, not like he expected her not to scream at him again) and handed over the purse to the doctor. Dr. Fahrenheit pulled out some things… that did not belong in the purse at all! A fine handkerchief, a box of salts, a pot of rouge for the lips, a used ticket for the local Museum, the wrapping paper of a piece of candy and tiny wooden frog!

“Anything unusual?”[/dotted]

[dash] Dr. Fahrenheit turned the purse upside down after emptying the contents. He sniffed it, then replaced the items into it.

“Very well,” he said. “Is this frog the medicine, some sort of amulet? You should trust medications, child. Gone are the days when simple belief in pagan magic was all people used as protection against disease! This is the modern era of Medicine. Now take your remedy.”

He gave the glass to Alphonse.[/dash]

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse went to the bed and handed over the glass of water mixed with laudanum.

“After you drink,” he said. “As you can see, your belongings are perfectly safe.”
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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 9:47 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne was being bullied and there was nothing she could do about it…! She had slipped back in to bed, against her better judgment. That doctor was dumping out her purse! But the things inside weren’t really hers. Wisely, she kept quiet, resisting the urge to call the doctor and clueless hack. An evil monstrosity. A creepy crazy man!

Mr. Daupre offered her the glass and she slowly took it. Looking at it for a few moments she drank it’s contents, making the slightest face at the taste and handed the glass back. It didn’t take long for the stuff to take effect. It wasn’t calming at all to know she just swallowed something that was now making her dreadfully tired and too floaty to run away if the doctor tried to torture her! But all Cheyanne could do was lean against the headboard, looking like a frightened mouse!

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 10:05 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse blinked at the faces she was making. If he were not in such a gloomy mood, he would have thought she was going to be vivisected and flayed alive! He was very much offended by her fear of everything, as if his house were some sort of asylum where she was the only sane person.

But again… he didn’t know where she came from, but it was very obvious she wasn’t from New Amsterdam. Alphonse tried to reason himself into a sort of tolerance, but he remained offended despite all of his efforts.

The doctor had simply checked Cheyanne’s temperature and pulse, but by since it was racing, the doctor could not quite conclude much. He examined her eyes and her gums.

“She seems to have a cold, but there is no infections apparently. She will just need to rest, and if she starts roaming again just add two drops of opiate to this daily dosage…” He handed Alphonse a note on paper. “Give her oranges and plenty of rest.”

“Thank you, Dr. Fahrenheit,” Alphonse said.

“Regarding you, Alphonse; you also need rest. If you have trouble sleeping, take half her dosage yourself. That will help you get some rest.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me; if when I come back to check on her you still have dark circles around your eyes, I will use bloodletting on you! I will send my bill later.”

The doctor eyed Alphonse and left. Alphonse sighed as the voices moved down the corridor. He eyed floaty Cheyanne and turned around to leave.
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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 10:11 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

Cheyanne fought the effects of the medication for as long as the doctor was there. The wicked man, he even threatened Mr. Daupre! She was so lucky to live in a place where doctors weren’t so vicious. But then, she wasn’t [i]in[/i] that place anymore. Now she was here and everything she did was wrong or bizarre.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Daupre.” she said softly. “I don’t mean to be so much trouble. Everything is just so… different. It’s startling.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 10:24 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse turned to look at her. She looked wilted and floaty, but also sad. Alphonse let out a silent sigh.

“It’s alright. I understand… what it is like to be a foreigner in a new city. Just take your time and you will adjust. Now… sleep. There’s nothing for you to worry about. I will call Marie…” He brushed some hair strands away from his face, distractedly. “She will help you till your health is restored.”

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Divinatas – Jul 8, 2008 at 10:32 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

She gave him a weak smile. “Thank you, Mr. Daupre.” That doctor gone, and Mr. Daupre said he understood! It was a huge relief like a world had been lifted off her shoulders! Well… maybe it was more likely that potion. Cheyanne felt light and dazed. Had she not had covers over her, she wondered if she’d float off through the ceiling.

It was really hard to pull herself back to attention! “Will I get to work soon…?”

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Azul Morag – Jul 8, 2008 at 10:38 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=123][B]Alphonse[/B]

Alphonse was about to step towards the door when she spoke again. He stopped out of politeness but her question caught him off-base. Work? He had no idea what to put her to work on. After all she had curtly rejected working as a model – upon remembering it he discovered that lack of trust in his professionalism still annoyed him.

“I will see when you are back to health… Right now it’s futile to make plans,” he evasively replied. “Just make sure you get plenty of rest.”

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Divinatas – Jul 15, 2008 at 6:14 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=16][b]Cheyanne[/b]

“Alright…” Cheyanne was sick and dreamy, but it was painfully obvious Mr. Daupre was furious with her. Had she not been cried out, she might have sniffled again. Slowly she slid down under the covers and curled up with her pillow. Clearly, she was the crazy person here. Like a little old senile lady, Cheyanne would be pat on the head and given medicines, nodded and smiled at. Only she wasn’t old and crazy, she was just lost and no one believed her.

It was was dreary thoughts that Cheyanne finally fell asleep!

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