one, voice;

[mymarksman]

[ There is no way in hell Medraut would swap this to video and he can't really type right now. As it is, major props to whatever nurse showed him how to put this thing on voice. When he speaks, his voice is calm and controlled, though there's no denying the tiredness inherent in his voice. He's got a British accent and just speaks so diplomatically. ]

To those in this realm, I offer my services. I am Medraut, regent of the High Prince Lleu, former ambassador to the kingdom of Aksum, member of the royal court at Camlan. I know these terms mean nothing in this realm, [ because he already badgered one of the nurses about Camlan and got jack shit ] but I offer them as qualifications nonetheless in the hope that you shall find favor upon me. And, as long as I may remain here, I pledge to serve this realm as faithfully as I would my own Britain. [ This is all said very diplomatically, Medraut covering all his bases, attempting to appear like he's got his shit together despite the fact that he is VERY scared and VERY confused and is certainly not going to let anyone else see that. ]

Of course, [ and there's a small pause ] any attempt at serving shall have to wait a little bit. [ And here the tone of his voice gets a little sheepish. ] I'm afraid the...Porter, I believe? I'm afraid the Porter brought me in at a terrible time. [ He tries to sound commanding again here but he KNOWS he just sounds so tired and has no authority and has to earn everybody's goodwill here again. ] I was brought here with a raging fever and shall have to stay in these quarters overnight. As such, I would greatly appreciate it if someone brought better quality linens to Nonah General Hospital, room 112.

[ Hospital sheets are itchy, yo. And just ignore the fact that Medraut isn't really talking about the fact that he got ported in with a bleeding hand that needed surgery as well...nope, just a fever, that's the only thing we're talking about! ]

Comments

voice;

[fistofthejoestar]

The Porter really does seem to have a wonderful sense of timing when it comes to people's arrivals and departures. But I believe they may be a bit cross at anyone trying to switch out your sheets, as they keep a rather tight watch over that sort of thing for sanitary reasons.

[hello Medraut, have an equally British voice on the line. his speech is just as polite but there's definitely a warm undercurrent of understanding and sympathy, even if he hasn't spoken a word of it. Jonathan feels you on all that confusion, buddy.]

Perhaps there's something else we could provide? A favorite meal, perhaps?

[there's Jojo, always thinking with his stomach even when it's for other people.]

voice;

[mymarksman]

Ah, really? Damn, [ Medraut can't help but mutter, with a siiiiigh. That makes sense, but still...the sheets are a bit itchy. ]

I don't really have a favorite meal, [ he's got to admit. ] But if it isn't any trouble, I would enjoy some tea—preferably prepared with peppermint or ginger.

[ As those help reduce fevers...and it's not like Medraut's distrustworthy of modern medicine, it's just that he's got tricks of his own that he'd put more stock in ]

[fistofthejoestar]

[ahh, a good Englishman. there's a soft indistinct hum from Jonathan, not so much approval as a general happiness at sharing even a simple taste with someone.]

If it was any trouble I wouldn't have offered in the first place. Is there anything else, or would that be a bit too much of an overload?

[it's probably already been a stressful day, but he'd like to check before he pops off to gather things up and head to Nonah.]

[mymarksman]

Well undoubtedly I have a few questions, but I'd prefer to ask those in person.

[ So that he doesn't look dumb to everybody. Because, if the nurse was right, a WHOLE LOTTA PEOPLE can read this thing. ]

[fistofthejoestar]

Ah, that's understandable. In that case I'll see you in a little while - oh! How rude of me. My name is Jonathan Joestar.

[geez Jojo, getting so wrapped up in going out of your way for strangers that you almost don't introduce yourself. unforgivable.]

[mymarksman]

Well, it's wonderful to meet you, Jonathan. And I'll see you in a little while as well—though again, thank you in advance.

[ shall we just continue this sucker here? ]

[fistofthejoestar]

It's no trouble at all. I'll try and be as quick as possible.

[hell yeah we're continuing this bad boy right here.

in maybe twenty minutes, wow look at that! Jonathan's totally keeping his word and walking through the door of room 112 at Nonah General. how he does that when he's approximately door height and width the world will never know, but we'll just chalk it up to lots of practice.

he has a moderately sized brown paper bag in one hand and a to-go cup of what can only be the promised tea in the other. his smile is just as warm in person as his voice implied over the phone.]

Ah, Medraut..?

[illuminescent]

What services should you like to find yourself providing, Lord Regent?

This land can be very unsure of those trained in any manner of courtly manners. I do not intend that meanly; I intend to say that we are far divorced from the diplomacy of our own worlds.

[mymarksman]

Well, this government has me placed at a theme park? [ You can hear the confusion in his voice, what the hell is a theme park, he just doesn't know. ]

If I had to choose, though, I would enjoy working in medicine or mining. I'm accomplished in and enjoy both.

[illuminescent]

Oh, they are for amusement. Games and such things. I have been to one, once.

[Buuuuut]

I do run a small clinic, should that be of interest to you. I would never say no to another hand.

[mymarksman]

[ Now hello, that's interesting! ]

Would you mind telling me more about the clinic?

[illuminescent]

It is for the imPorts who are not registered, and so they do not always have such an easy time finding care. I will attend to any, of course.

I am a healer by trade and by power, as well.

[mymarksman]

I hope you don't mind me presumptuous, but might I stop by to visit your clinic once I am better? I'd love to learn more about medicine in this world.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Ah, yes. The perils of unfortunate timing.

[mymarksman]

It's less unfortunate and more utterly sadistic. What sort of machine bring in a man with a fever in the first place?

[slightlyoffchilt]

A deus ex machina, it seems. Supposedly gods have wicked sense of humor.

[mymarksman]

The God I know certainly doesn't.

[ and even though it's voice, you can hear the capital G. Homeboy's a pretty big Christian. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh great.

[And Chilton only prays when he's in trouble.]

[mymarksman]

Yes, I suppose it is great.

[ he don't get it ]

All that aside, I assume you have resided in this realm for a while?

[video]

[wizzardly]

What, just like that? You've just got here and you're already pledging to serve people? Seems a bit hasty.

permavoice!

[mymarksman]

Well I see no reason not to. What would you rather I do?

[wizzardly]

What, me? I've no suggestions, you can certainly do as you like. I'm only saying it seems an easy way to be taken advantage of. You don't know anything about this world or its people.

[mymarksman]

Which is precisely why I wish to serve. The sooner I ingratiate myself with these people, the sooner I learn about this world and it's customs.

[ and, the sooner he can boost his rep by being seen as important ]

[wizzardly]

And the sooner you have reckless fools dragging you into dangerous matters. There are other ways to make people like you. ...Free drinks and things.

But you're a sort of Lord, aren't you?

[mymarksman]

Of a sort. I work with the King and his son—I assume that makes me Lordly.