Is there a bell on the door to the apothecary? Well, if there is, it chimes as César enters the shop from the snowy outdoors. He takes care to shut the door behind him, even if he has to put some weight into it. Winter is trying to come in.
"Whew!" César's in good spirits, even if his poor hair is under a beanie again.
"Just hit seven months! Her birthday's July 1st. Say hi, Gwen!"
Gwen stares at him with big blue saucer eyes like he's the wildest thing she's ever seen, then says "beh" through the fingers halfway in her mouth.
"She does that to everyone." Sally rolls her eyes fondly. "Anyway, I'm Sally Boyle, and this is Guinevere, my daughter. Lovely to meet you, César. You're one of the new ones, right? Welcome to town!"
That fun bell on the door rings again, and Leon makes his way into the apothecary, glancing around on the items on display with some curiosity. He's put off coming here for a little while now - it's been easy to find excuses to be too busy, between getting started at his new job and generally getting settled in - but it's about time he cut that out and get it taken care of. Chris did vouch for Sally, after all. It won't be that bad.
He approaches the counter with the kind of very deliberate poker face that loops back around into making it obvious that he's trying not to seem nervous and clears his throat.
"Hey, are you Sally Boyle? Chris Freeman sent me your way. Said you could help me out with a medication thing." He gestures with the envelope containing the prescription Chris wrote him.
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"Oh hi there!" Sally, a short and wiry woman with close-cropped brown hair, grins as Leon enters. Her high-registered voice has a fairly thick English accent. "I can absolutely help you! Let's see what we have here."
She takes the envelope and opens it. Testosterone hormone supplement, to be injected by patient. Huh! No problem. "Okay so I don't have any on hand, but if you come back tomorrow, I'll be able to whip some up. Just gotta get some materials."
Leon keeps up his stony poker face as she reads over the prescription. While most pharmacists he's dealt with in the past have been capable of keeping it professional, there's been enough incidents where he could tell they were getting judgmental that he can't help but brace himself. He relaxes a bit when she speaks, glad to see her take it without question and honestly a little surprised by the answer, eyebrows raised.
"Wow, that soon?" He'd assumed it'd take some doing, getting it settled here, but he's not exactly a student of the history of medicine or how it's made. Could be it's easier to prepare testosterone for injection than he thought. Still, color him impressed. "Uh, thanks. I appreciate it. I guess Chris did say you're kind of a wizard at this stuff. In a less literal way than some of the others around."
"Sure! I already know how to make it, I just have to extract the base molecule from a natural source and perform some basic chemical procedures to alter the molecular structure so that the human body can recognize and process it. I've done it a million times! I just have to ask Cecil if he can cut me off a piece of sweet potato and begin the extraction process. I'll have it done in a jiff," Sally assures him. Damn. She talks fast.
The bell on the door tinkles as it will when someone comes in, and Fever pauses a few steps in to look around. There's something soothing about being in a place called an apothecary, in seeing somewhere that looks familiar enough, but the other part of it is her eying what's been made out of curiosity.
The medicine had really helped, the other day, and if nothing else it'd be good to have some for emergencies. And she might even dare to hope something for the nightmares, though that's a longer shot. But she's in no rush, and simply inspects while she waits for someone to help.
Sally brightens as soon as she sees Fever. She's got herself a little nametag, and Gwen, who is in some kind of makeshift play chair behind the counter, is also wearing one.
"Hi, sweetheart! Welcome in!" Immediately, she reaches into a shelving unit that looks like what one might find in a post office, producing an envelope. "I had a feeling I'd see you, so I already whipped up some more of those headache pills."
The smile that crosses her face is true, and she turns it towards Gwen as well in acknowledgement. Clever, that both mother and daughter would have their nametags.
"That's exactly what I was coming to see you about - to discuss what you would need from me in terms of payment and supplies if I wanted to ensure I could have those on hand."
Sally waves a hand with cheerful dismissal. "Oh, nothing crazy. That one's on me, but I can get you a two-week supply for 10 Brass." (Fever won't even miss it, considering that her player is covering the cost with this conversation!) "Just give me a buzz when you're gonna be coming by. Either on the phone proper or the funny little magic rocks."
Sally produces her sending stone to punctuate her point--- a hand-sized, irregularly shaped slice of peach agate, with a hole in the corner through which a piece of twine is threaded. Beads hang from the twine--- one that looks like a smiley face, another that looks like a ringed planet. "These are pretty fun, aren't they? I really like mine."
[While they are still in the casino, Crichton calls Sally on her sending stone sounding uncharacteristically nervous.]
"Hey, Sally. I uh... I got you something from one of the shops here and I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to meet up for dinner so I can give it to you? Um. As a date?"
Sally is delighted to hear Crichton's voice, of course, regardless of the circumstances. She's sitting in the hotel room watching Yellow try and teach Gwen to say his name right. (She's still saying "lelelelel") and a grin spreads across her face as she rises to accept the call on the other side of the room. A grin that only gets bigger when he asks her on a date.
"A date?" Teasing, conspiratorial, but definitely excited. "Why, Commander, I thought you would never ask!" She giggles, nervous but electrified. "Jokes aside, I'd--- I'd really like that. Restaurant or buffet?"
She might hear the slight chuckle under his breath when he notices Gwen in the background before she's moved far enough away for it not to be picked up.
"Might need to thank our mutual friend, Fever, for talking me into finding the courage." He's still nervous, but the excitement in her voice is more than reassuring. "Restaurant. That buffet has a weird feeling to it. Besides, I can at least pretend like I'm spoiling you with a night of fine dining."
“Um… Pardon me, muthsera? You are Sally Boyle, correct?”
The hooded womer is heard well before she speaks, the bells sewn into her dress jingling with every step. Sally has likely seen Drelasa around, especially as she takes care of producing many everyday items at the forge, but the two haven’t had much of an occasion to speak.
Sally brightens as Drelasa enters her shop. It's not hard to see that there's something a little peculiar about the lady, no matter how well she's covered, but that's okay. Sally's gotten to the point where strangeness no longer causes her any bother--- some of the oddest people here have been the kindest!
"I have heard word around town that you are an especially accomplished... chemist? It feels strange to say that and not 'alchemist.' In any case... I was wondering if you might have a medicine that could make my nails less brittle. They break off so easily and, well... it's a little embarrassing."
“Well, chemistry and alchemy are a little different, is why. And yeah, I can do that!” Helping a lady with her nails sounds like fun, actually. More like a makeover than work. “Lemme see what you’re working with, yeah?”
Yellow does what is becoming a habit of his around beginning difficult conversations. He walks in, walks up to Sally even if she's with a customer, and says, "My name isn't John. I lied."
With a customer, no. In the middle of a delicate chemical reaction, yes. She looks away from her burner, baffled, and has to lift her goggles to look at him. “I’m sorry, what now?”
And of course the minute she does so, the thing starts to bubble over. “Oh fffuck in a bucket— One sec.“ Hurriedly, she reduces the heat to a simmer. “Oh if that burned in the three seconds that I wasn’t looking I will eat my goggles.”
Sally's package is soft, and opening it reveals a fine scarf - red, but in the light it subtly shimmers, gold woven through just enough for it to give a sense of movement. It's made to last, despite the finery, warm and comfortable.
A smaller package bundled in the middle says it's for Gwen, and opening it, there is a pair of hair ribbons in a bright golden yellow.
The note inside is short, sweet, wishing them a happy Givingstide.
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Early February, Apothecary
Date: 2024-02-04 09:36 pm (UTC)"Whew!" César's in good spirits, even if his poor hair is under a beanie again.
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Date: 2024-02-04 09:55 pm (UTC)Sally's just as spirited, bouncing her baby with one hand and organizing stock with another.
"Hi there!" Her voice is light and airy with a British accent. "Give me just a tick, I got my hands a little full here."
She drops off the last of her bottles and then comes back to the counter, Gwen babbling away. "Sorry for the wait, love. How can I help you?"
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Date: 2024-02-04 10:08 pm (UTC)He chuckles. "I don't mind the wait at all. I'm César Salazar, and I wanted to ask about—"
At this point, he fails his will save against the baby. "Ahh, she's adorable. About 7-9 months? I remember when my baby brother Rex was that age."
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Date: 2024-02-04 10:15 pm (UTC)Gwen stares at him with big blue saucer eyes like he's the wildest thing she's ever seen, then says "beh" through the fingers halfway in her mouth.
"She does that to everyone." Sally rolls her eyes fondly. "Anyway, I'm Sally Boyle, and this is Guinevere, my daughter. Lovely to meet you, César. You're one of the new ones, right? Welcome to town!"
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Date: 2024-03-18 05:32 pm (UTC)He approaches the counter with the kind of very deliberate poker face that loops back around into making it obvious that he's trying not to seem nervous and clears his throat.
"Hey, are you Sally Boyle? Chris Freeman sent me your way. Said you could help me out with a medication thing." He gestures with the envelope containing the prescription Chris wrote him.
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Date: 2024-03-21 02:55 am (UTC)She takes the envelope and opens it. Testosterone hormone supplement, to be injected by patient. Huh! No problem. "Okay so I don't have any on hand, but if you come back tomorrow, I'll be able to whip some up. Just gotta get some materials."
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Date: 2024-03-22 12:43 am (UTC)"Wow, that soon?" He'd assumed it'd take some doing, getting it settled here, but he's not exactly a student of the history of medicine or how it's made. Could be it's easier to prepare testosterone for injection than he thought. Still, color him impressed. "Uh, thanks. I appreciate it. I guess Chris did say you're kind of a wizard at this stuff. In a less literal way than some of the others around."
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Date: 2024-03-20 03:28 am (UTC)The medicine had really helped, the other day, and if nothing else it'd be good to have some for emergencies. And she might even dare to hope something for the nightmares, though that's a longer shot. But she's in no rush, and simply inspects while she waits for someone to help.
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Date: 2024-03-27 11:52 pm (UTC)"Hi, sweetheart! Welcome in!" Immediately, she reaches into a shelving unit that looks like what one might find in a post office, producing an envelope. "I had a feeling I'd see you, so I already whipped up some more of those headache pills."
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Date: 2024-03-30 04:13 am (UTC)The smile that crosses her face is true, and she turns it towards Gwen as well in acknowledgement. Clever, that both mother and daughter would have their nametags.
"That's exactly what I was coming to see you about - to discuss what you would need from me in terms of payment and supplies if I wanted to ensure I could have those on hand."
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Date: 2024-04-06 03:40 am (UTC)Sally produces her sending stone to punctuate her point--- a hand-sized, irregularly shaped slice of peach agate, with a hole in the corner through which a piece of twine is threaded. Beads hang from the twine--- one that looks like a smiley face, another that looks like a ringed planet. "These are pretty fun, aren't they? I really like mine."
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Date: 2024-11-13 08:01 pm (UTC)"Hey, Sally. I uh... I got you something from one of the shops here and I was wondering if, maybe, you wanted to meet up for dinner so I can give it to you? Um. As a date?"
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Date: 2024-11-15 06:02 am (UTC)"A date?" Teasing, conspiratorial, but definitely excited. "Why, Commander, I thought you would never ask!" She giggles, nervous but electrified. "Jokes aside, I'd--- I'd really like that. Restaurant or buffet?"
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Date: 2024-11-15 06:37 pm (UTC)"Might need to thank our mutual friend, Fever, for talking me into finding the courage." He's still nervous, but the excitement in her voice is more than reassuring. "Restaurant. That buffet has a weird feeling to it. Besides, I can at least pretend like I'm spoiling you with a night of fine dining."
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Date: 2024-11-16 04:17 am (UTC)The hooded womer is heard well before she speaks, the bells sewn into her dress jingling with every step. Sally has likely seen Drelasa around, especially as she takes care of producing many everyday items at the forge, but the two haven’t had much of an occasion to speak.
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Date: 2024-11-19 05:15 am (UTC)"That's me! How can I help you, darling?"
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Date: 2024-11-23 02:37 pm (UTC)And of course the minute she does so, the thing starts to bubble over. “Oh fffuck in a bucket— One sec.“ Hurriedly, she reduces the heat to a simmer. “Oh if that burned in the three seconds that I wasn’t looking I will eat my goggles.”
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Date: 2024-11-26 03:27 am (UTC)"...Why would you want to eat your goggles?"
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Date: 2024-11-26 06:20 pm (UTC)Reactions stabilized, Sally takes her goggles off to look at her friend. "You said you lied about your name? Why? What's your real name?"
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Date: 2024-12-25 12:05 am (UTC)A smaller package bundled in the middle says it's for Gwen, and opening it, there is a pair of hair ribbons in a bright golden yellow.
The note inside is short, sweet, wishing them a happy Givingstide.