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Re: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright

Alyx
 

"On no sir, never seen anything like it. It was so bright, I am surprised more people didn't see it but I guess most folks aren't out so late. They're in eating dinner and all." Lerian paused a moment, in thought, knowing he really ought not criticize a rider, but also being a bit young and impulsive still. "Why d'ya call him Becky?" He didn't realize it at the time, but they were getting pretty close to the man's weyr. That was good cause Lerian really wanted to know what it was that he saw. Sandy rode quietly on the boy's shoulder, looking around with great interest.

On Wed, Aug 15, 2018 at 3:47 PM, jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
"Maark'l of blue Beckarth." He said. "I don't mind taking you." Maark'l looked thoughtful for a moment. "Have you seen anything like this before?"

On Tue, Aug 14, 2018, 10:20 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
"Uhm, I'm not quite sure, but it was a ways out. There was a bright flash, so maybe it was hot?" Lerian trotted along beside the man, his legs weren't quite long enough to keep up with an adult at a normal pace, but since he was in a hurry to find the thing, he didn't mind walking fast.

"I'm Lerian sir, thanks for helping me look for this star thing."

(ooc: I think he was still at the weyr so we're good)


On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 2:24 PM, jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
"Of course we can. I'm sure Becky wouldn't mind." Maark'l said with a grin. ((We are going for at trip.)) He looked towards the way the fireball went. "So about how far do you think it went?" After a few moments he started walking away, leading the way to his weyr.

(Ooc: I may have messed up beckarths location. I think he may be at the weyr but I can't remember if I rode him down.)

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018, 9:02 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
"I wanna know what it was, otherwise no one's ever gonna believe me. Sandy saw it too." As Lerian got back to his feet, the flit dropped the hair he'd been clutching and hopped to the boy's shoulder chittering excitedly. Thankfully he didn't hold on to guilt very long, his pet was alright and there was a mystery afoot.

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 6:54 PM, jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
"Off into the forest huh?" Maark'l looked off in the direction the lad was pointing. "Well we should go check it out, make sure no one got hurt."

((Beckarth, we have a trip to make.)) Maark'l got up and brushed off a little of the dust. "I am quite sure what can take you hunting if you want."

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018, 8:45 PM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
Though grateful for the man breaking his fall, Lerian was in a hurry to get back up. Nothing was hurt worse than bruises, and for an active lad that was nothing unusual. Sandy chirped sadly, and landed next to the pair acting concerned, with a double clawful of the boy's hair. Lerian rubbed his head for a moment. The boy went to reply, coughed once, finally got a breath in, then blurted out.

"I'm fine, I'm fine but we gotta go, did you see that thing?! There was this thing, it looked like a star but it got closer and closer and closer then it was right over head then it shot off into the forest!"

On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 6:01 PM, jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
Maark'l saw the event unfolding in front of him. The boy that was running towards him came tumbling down. Maark'l thinking on the only best option he could do, moved in an attempt to try and stop the fall as best as he could, though it might not be enough. He goes down in the tumble, with a boy sprawled on top of him. "Where, in all of Pern, were you in such a hurry to get to?" At first he did not realize who Lerian was.

((Mine, thats the flits pet.)) a slight snickering rumble came through their bond. 

Maark'l looked at the lad before him. "Are you okay?" He said at an after thought. "Im going to suggest that if your hurt we go to the infirmary first before anything else."

(*dies laughing*)

On Sat, Jul 28, 2018 at 4:19 AM jarel_lilienkamp <jintaochala@...> wrote:
(yeah it got ate. I'll get my reply out as soon as I get home)

On Sat, Jul 28, 2018, 1:08 AM Alyx <scottish.wolfecary@...> wrote:
(ooc I am trying to send this through again since we moved lists twice)

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Bryn MacKenzie <scottish.wolfecary@...>
Date: Sun, Apr 29, 2018 at 12:20 PM
Subject: Left Behind, Star Light, Star Bright
To: arolosweyr@..., arolos-weyr@...


(ooc gonna try it this way too, sorry about the multi posty thing, this is going thru one way or another!! Now it's on both, take That yahell )


Maark'l thought on the images that the little bronze was showing him. A moving bright light that just disappeared. Even that was something new. "I'm not sure what that could be little one. I don't think I've even seen something like that before."

As he was falling the flit, he watched to see if he could find the owner. Maybe he might be able to fill in some more information about what it was that was seen. ((Not sure, Beckarth, but it looks like a fireball.))

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Lerian spotted Sandy, and the rider he'd found just ahead of him, and still down hill on the path. He tried to slow down, he really did, but running down the Rim path full speed, left him too little time and space to adequately react. Putting his left foot down to try and stop, since he had stopped looking at his footing it came down in a pile of loose rocks, that combined with momentum launched the boy right off his feet, and towards the rider.

Sandy gave an alarmed squeel and grabbed ahold of the boy's hair trying to stop the inevitable tumble, unfortunately all he ended up with was a clawful of Lerian's hair


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Re: Despair on the Wings of a flit. (Alyx/ Cremsden)

Alyx
 

"That's a really good idea. We do get more than our share of burns sometimes. It's even worse in some of the riders, have you noticed? I wonder if it is because when they aren't flying a Fall they dress like the rest of us, but are up where there's no shade. Nothing but clouds between them and the sun. I had one in the other day asking for cream for a burn, and you could just tell they had done this several times before. There were scars from blisters. So I gave them a large bottle of sun cream." This was something that she had been looking into for a while. There were sunburns nearly everyday around the weyr. And these people, most of them ought to know better.

On Wed, Aug 15, 2018 at 5:09 AM, Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"I have yes, in all the people who have tried it, the worst side effects were a little redness and dry skin. No blisters, or skin lesions. No itching either for that matter. And the dryness was easily reversed with a little oil or lotion. But that was with the plant itself, merely crushed. Next I want to try tinctures and decoctions made from it. See what that does. Since it seems to dry things out, I almost think the ideal treatment would be combining a concentrated liquid, into a light lotion to be administered to affected areas." She was unsure which base would work best, and slowly becoming aware of just how long Ardy had been gone. It never took this long for her Grandfather to write a reply note. Since she'd gotten Ardy used to Betweening, they hadn't really bothered writing long letters. They wrote back and forth several times a day.

"If you're wanting to specialise in skin, I'd keep an eye out for sunburn cases," Cremsden suggested. "They're fairly endemic around here, particularly in Northerners who move over without appreciating that the difference is more than wearing lighter clothing a lot of the time and I don't believe there's really that much monitoring done in terms of how many of our cases end up with longer term issues. There's some interesting work to be done there if it would appeal to you."

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Re: What's the news? (attn Ok'lin / T'od)

Lindsay
 

T'od's laugh was rueful. "Much as I loved my mother, she did love to rub it in if I fecked up, especially if she'd advised me not to do something. I can still hear her voice sometimes 'Takoda, I warned you that would happen... Didn't I say it?' and other such things like that. Really pisses a young man off, y'know? Especially one who's old enough to marry or be a Senior Apprentice by that time. Clearly she thought because she had *told* me it would go wrong, that would be enough to stop me doing it. I don't really think it ever occurred to her that I would want to find out for myself." His gaze was distant as he spoke, but then he focused on Ok'lin's face. "The one time she didn't get to say she told me so was after I was Searched, and came here to Impress Awsonth. She thought it was all a waste of time and I'd never Impress. I'm glad she was wrong."


On Tue, 14 Aug 2018 at 21:14, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Ok’lin looked at him curiously, “what hard way?”  Admittedly when he was younger and he had never gotten to really know the other riders, even the Weyrlings in his own hatching group, but as he got older he realised people were actually….interesting.  Each story was unique and he was enjoying puzzling it out.  Why not start with a friend?


On Wed, Aug 15, 2018 at 1:51 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
T'od chuckled in agreement. "Same here, the more someone tells me no... Well you're right. From what I understand that's pretty much all you can do as a parent - give advice and be there. And try not to tell them 'I told you so' if they don't take your advice and feck up." Slightly quieter, he concluded, "I learned that one from my mother. The hard way." He returned the salute, taking a deep gulp of his klah. "Well we try, but there are some things they have to learn for themselves."

On Tue, 14 Aug 2018 at 10:05, Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Ok’lin shrugged his shoulders, “just have to hope it doesn’t come to that.  I can’t tell him what to do now.  He grew up as Weyrbrat so it’s not like I can go oh I want you to not do that.”  He frowned a little.  “The more my father,” he said the name with some distaste, “told me to do something the more I dug my heels in.   Besides even if he stands it doesn’t mean he’ll impress.  Either way all I can do is give him advice and be there for him.”  Picking up his klah he gave T’od a salute, “besides that means he’ll have good guidance in people like you yeah?” 


On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 4:48 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
T'od concurred. "I guess you can't. It's not like he's not aware of the risks. But... I don't know... I think if I had a child I would prefer them to be in a less dangerous occupation. And of course there's the possibility of ending up dragonless, and only half-alive..." A far-from-cheery thought but one that had to be faced. There were a few dragonless folk around the Weyr and T'od couldn't even begin to comprehend his life without Awsonth in it.



Re: Hear Me ROAR (Neffeyn, any)

Mya L. R.
 

On Thu, Aug 16, 2018 at 8:31 AM, Cassandra Coogan <Aroloscass@...> wrote:
Fl’kol made his way down to greet the other rider, a wry smile flickering across his face as Nifureeth practically preened. 
((Now you I will definitely keep my eye on)) he shifted on the rim. ((Mine and I are almost off watchduty so I could show you the best places to observe the weyr.))

“Welcome to Arolos” Fl’kol called out as he came close enough.

It wasn't an offer to point her toward the nearest evil, but it would give her a place to find the evils herself.  {{That is a fine idea!  I appreciate the guidance and will remember your willingness to help the cause.}}  Aryorath answered Nifureeth happily.

Neffeyn turned in the direction the voice came from, fixing his grey eyes onto Fl'kol.  "Oh?  Hello there!  Are you the rider of the bronze Aryorath is talking to?"


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To Work, Ducklings! Attn Baby Apprentice Healers #medhunt

Laura Walker
 

It was afternoon on the second day before Cremsden even had time to pull the younger apprentices off the work they were doing on fellis and numbweed and gather them into a group.

When had they managed to get such a group of youngsters, anyway? He had been vaguely conscious of more kids arriving one at a time but it took seeing them in a group -- a veritable herd of small eager faces -- to realise just how many there had been lately, and just how young they all were.

Well, work out what to do in terms of training them later. There was work to do first.

"First things," he said firmly. "*Someone* decided it would be funny to spike some of the food with passionberries last night." He glanced over the young faces, looking for signs of guilt or humour. "I understand that might seem a funny prank at this stage to some of you, but the Hall has other phrases for that kind of behaviour and they involve nasty words like "theft", "abuse of medicinal substances" and if you get really unlucky and accidentally dose someone with a pre-existing condition, "murder". We might be handling substances that have occasional comedic side-effects but it's our job to know better."

He eyed them again, still looking for the guilty flush. "Everyone gets to feck up *once*," he said. "If someone decided to develop an inappropriate sense of humour last night find me later and we'll have a quick chat. In the meantime we have work to do." He produced a piece of hide from his pocket with a flourish. "Things are moving well now, so we have time to go searching for extra herbs which might be useful. I want you all to take a good look at this and then I can free you to spend the afternoon exploring and see if you can see any sign of it." Apparently what they were searching for was a plant with small yellow flowers -- otherwise looking like fairly ordinary greenery.

"Now, there are rules," he said. "We're out in the middle of nowhere here so no-one gets to go off alone. At the very least I want you in pairs if not more and if either of the pair has a firelizard that's all the better. You come back by dinner time and if you don't we'll have search parties out for you, and they're likely to be a bit displeased if it turns out you just took a nap. Be careful and I don't care if you think you find something that you grew in your own garden at the hold since you were toddling you do not put anything in your mouths. Don't even go absent mindedly chewing your nails after picking berries. There are a lot of things out there which might look familiar and have unexpected side effects. I do not want to spend the afternoon treating an unexpected poisoning, are we clear? Take water, don't spend too long in the sun and try not to get yourselves eaten by anything, please. Any questions?"

OOC: If you have a Healer apprentice of 15 or under assume they're in this group.



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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: One more duckling attn Cremsden Aryn

Laura Walker
 

Cremsden blinked, but it wasn't as though parents getting agitated if they thought their children were hurt was an unusual Infirmary event.

"Name, age, any kind of description?" he prompted. "And do you know what happened? I don't think we've had any little girls brought in this morning but I can check."

On Fri, Aug 17, 2018 at 11:49 AM, Cassandra Coogan <Aroloscass@...> wrote:
Roryn had found the perfect place to read the hides- in the healer apprentices common/classroom- or rather the ledge attached to it, next to the railing. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be here- but she also knew that she wouldn’t get the peace and quiet to actually read the hides if she went back to the crèche. 
The hides were interesting, and she traced her fingers over the words, mouth moving as she worked to memorise as much as possible. She wished she had the hide to copy it down but that would be far too much of a giveaway where she was going. 

She wanted to keep reading her stolen, er, borrowed apprentice notes- they were more interesting then the stuff that they kept getting her to read in the crèche by far. 

It was perhaps to no ones surprise, least of all her own, that she kept reading well past the time she was supposed to have been safely back in crèche. 

Aryn was, to say the least, frantic. Roryn was missing- shards knows when or for how long. She did the only thing she could think- she pulled a harness and goggles onto Stoppit, the green wher and sent her out looking. 

It was perhaps to her own benefit that, even with her handlers worry thrumming through the bond, the green wher stopped before going into the weyr infirmary. 

((Ryn pup in. Stoppit Stop ere. No wher place. Stoppit gud gurl)) the green crooned, snuggling against Aryn before making herself as unobtrusive as possible against the wall. 

Aryn practically stormed into the infirmary, eyes focussed as she looked around for anyone in charge. She approached one person, eyes steely. “Where the feck is my daughter.”

Ooc: I’ve just realised- Stoppit May have told her wher she was.....but Aryn doesn’t know that she isn’t hurt. 




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Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


One more duckling attn Cremsden Aryn

Cassandra Coogan
 

Roryn had found the perfect place to read the hides- in the healer apprentices common/classroom- or rather the ledge attached to it, next to the railing. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be here- but she also knew that she wouldn’t get the peace and quiet to actually read the hides if she went back to the crèche. 
The hides were interesting, and she traced her fingers over the words, mouth moving as she worked to memorise as much as possible. She wished she had the hide to copy it down but that would be far too much of a giveaway where she was going. 

She wanted to keep reading her stolen, er, borrowed apprentice notes- they were more interesting then the stuff that they kept getting her to read in the crèche by far. 

It was perhaps to no ones surprise, least of all her own, that she kept reading well past the time she was supposed to have been safely back in crèche. 

Aryn was, to say the least, frantic. Roryn was missing- shards knows when or for how long. She did the only thing she could think- she pulled a harness and goggles on


One more duckling attn Cremsden Aryn

Cassandra Coogan
 

Roryn had found the perfect place to read the hides- in the healer apprentices common/classroom- or rather the ledge attached to it, next to the railing. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be here- but she also knew that she wouldn’t get the peace and quiet to actually read the hides if she went back to the crèche. 
The hides were interesting, and she traced her fingers over the words, mouth moving as she worked to memorise as much as possible. She wished she had the hide to copy it down but that would be far too much of a giveaway where she was going. 

She wanted to keep reading her stolen, er, borrowed apprentice notes- they were more interesting then the stuff that they kept getting her to read in the crèche by far. 

It was perhaps to no ones surprise, least of all her own, that she kept reading well past the time she was supposed to have been safely back in crèche. 

Aryn was, to say the least, frantic. Roryn was missing- shards knows when or for how long. She did the only thing she could think- she pulled a harness and goggles onto Stoppit, the green wher and sent her out looking. 

It was perhaps to her own benefit that, even with her handlers worry thrumming through the bond, the green wher stopped before going into the weyr infirmary. 

((Ryn pup in. Stoppit Stop ere. No wher place. Stoppit gud gurl)) the green crooned, snuggling against Aryn before making herself as unobtrusive as possible against the wall. 

Aryn practically stormed into the infirmary, eyes focussed as she looked around for anyone in charge. She approached one person, eyes steely. “Where the feck is my daughter.”

Ooc: I’ve just realised- Stoppit May have told her wher she was.....but Aryn doesn’t know that she isn’t hurt. 


Re: Even I can tell that's stupid, and I'm a novice! (Ysolde/Ishkana) @Lynn642

Nutmeg
 

The straight forward approach of the newcomer was appreciated. Ysolde hated faffing around. Maithera nodded at the apprentice, acknowledging the correctness in her presumptions. "You're absolutely right there, Ishkana, well done. What suggestions would you recommend for someone in this situation and how would you consider putting them into practice?"


On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 5:09 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana glanced at the journeyman briefly before looking back at Ysolde. "I think," she said slowly, "You need to train yourself to always take precautions, no matter what you're doing. You already have permanent damage, but with this degree of sunburn you can make it worse and cause other things... correct me if I'm wrong mam?" She stopped so Maithera would know she was waiting on confirmation for what she'd said. 

On Mon, 13 Aug 2018 at 11:16, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
She wasn't surprised at the question, it seemed to be the most obvious one. It was also a fair question to ask. "Wasn't paying attention." she said simply at first. "It was my own fault, I didn't think I would be out as long as I was, so I didn't bother with the proper clothes or lotion. Then I got distracted and by the time I felt the burn it was too late, so I came straight here."

Ysolde was matter of fact about it and didn't display any signs of self pity. Later on, when the pain really set in, that would probably change a bit. She offered a sheepish smile at the other girl. "I do know better and I'm not always so scatter-brained. I just get distracted really easily if I'm concentrating on something."

On Sat, Aug 11, 2018 at 9:07 AM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana nodded as the healer gave her Ysolde's history, wincing slightly at the severity of the scarring - and sunburn on top? Ouch.

"Ysolde, can I ask, is there a reason why you didn't follow the advice and you got sunburned today?" Ishkana took the ointment and sniffed it, trying to identify other ingredients apart from numbweed.

On 8 August 2018 at 11:14, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"Of course," Maithera held back the cubicle curtain to let the apprentice come in. "Ysolde, I trust that's all right with you?"

Ysolde nodded, she was used to this and besides, it wasn't nosiness, it was professionalism. There was a difference. She waved at Ishkana, offering a small smile in return.

"Ysolde here hails from the North, as is very evident by her fair complexion and hair colour - not something that is as common here in the South." As she spoke, Maithera gestured to to the body parts in question. "So we do have a burn risk already, however as you can see, Ysolde already has substantial burn scars on her back, these travel from her nape of her neck to almost the small of her back with some extension onto the tops of her shoulders and top of her arms. These burns are significant and still susceptible to sun damage, as is evident here..." Maithera pointed to the angry sunburn on Ysolde's arms and neck.

"Ysolde is provided with protective lotions and given a strict regime in order to prevent further burn.. such as?" And here she looked pointedly at Ysolde who took the cue. "Wear a hat and cover up," she mumbled but loud enough to be audible.

On Mon, Aug 6, 2018 at 7:34 PM Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana immediately backtracked. "Of course, mam," she answered the journeywoman, and came into the cubicle. She smiled slightly at the young woman. "Hello, I'm Ishkana. Please, let me help you." She looked briefly but enquiringly at Journeywoman Maithera. "May I ask the patient's history, mam?"

On 6 August 2018 at 19:17, Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
"You've been told before about being more careful Ysolde, you can't keep letting yourself get burned like this!"

The voice of the Healer coming through the curtains was exasperated, as though they had given this particular lecture many, many times before.

"If you're not going to use the ointments we make for you, we'll end up stopping making them altogether, or give them to someone else."

The voice that followed was morose and feeling more than a little sorry for itself.

"I know. I just.. I was looking for raw gems near the Lake. I didn't realise I had been out so long."

"That's all well and good, but now I've got to sign you off outdoor lessons for at least a sevenday so this burn can heal. You don't want to  be making an enemy of Candidatemaster Nayari, she's stern enough without you being in her bad books as well."

A loud sigh followed, chased after by a pained yelp. 

"No, don't try and do it on your own." Maithera stuck her head out of the curtains and spotted a passing Apprentice. "Ishkana!" the Journeywoman smiled at her, beckoning her in. "Ysolde here could use a hand, she's sustained some very nasty sunburn on existing scars, would you be so kind to come and help? She needs a hand putting this ointment on."

And inside the cubicle, sat on the bed with a vest on to preserve her modesty, was a very sulky looking Ysolde, bottom lip thrust out as she awkwardly tried to remain comfortable. 

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Re: I want an adventure, do you? (Ysolde/ANY) #medhunt @Lynn#6042 #medhunt

Nutmeg
 

She didn't want to get her hopes up when she saw the girl making her way towards her. Ysolde didn't even realise she was holding her breath until she let it out in a whoosh of air. It was reassuring to see that the girl looked about as awkward as she felt. This went against her principles on so many levels. Normally, she preferred to sit in the corner, quietly feeling everyone out and then making a decision from there. This felt much too.. disorganised.

Never the less, it was a relief for someone to have answered her literal call and she smiled in relief. "I'm Ysolde," she said, swinging her bag up onto her shoulder. "You're the first, which means by my reckoning, you get first dibs."

On Tue, Aug 14, 2018 at 2:33 AM Cassandra <dragonmagic16@...> wrote:

Kenzia heard the other girl yell an tilted her head.  She had no idea why she was even here but she had decided maybe she needed to get out and met more people.  Pushing through the throng until she saw the female candidate she gave a little smile to her. “Umm sure if you no one else has come over yet?”  It was almost shy the smile she gave her. She didn’t want to push her way in but she also knew that if she didn’t get out more she was going to end up much more lonely than she was now.  She needed friends and this was one way to do it right?


On Mon, Aug 13, 2018 at 8:28 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
When no one replied directly to her post, Ysolde tried to quell the disappointment and told herself that people probably just hadn't been paying attention. Instead, she trotted along to the main meeting point. She really wanted to go out on this adventure but at the same time, didn't want to lie to her father and go out on her own. Not to  mention, that just wouldn't be any fun at all.

Finding the gathered troops, flanked by various seniors, Crafters and Candidatemasters, Ysolde decided to be brave and just go for it. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouted over the group. "Anyone want to team up and go searching together?"

She had no idea what they were even meant to be looking for but maybe the Healers would fill them in on that. She had heard someone say something about numbweed and other plants that the Healers use, but her knowledge about plants was about as comprehensive as fresh snow before someone walked on it. In other words, blanker than a new slate.

On Sun, Aug 5, 2018 at 11:04 PM Nutmeg <nutmeg.witch@...> wrote:
OoC: Set the morning of the hunt. Note, Ysolde is signed up to find the pseudo impression weed :P

When she had told her father that she had signed up to go on this exploration to the ruins with the Healers, he had been less than enamoured with the idea.Even less so when he decided that the Candidates were going to be allowed to practically run riot. Not true, of course, but that was fatherly paranoia for you.

Eventually, after sending a stern letter to Nayari enquiring about the matter, Ysolde had been given his blessings to go. Sort of. But only under strict instructions that she was to find a buddy and that she wasn't going to be going ANYWHERE without them. But it was a compromise at least. After the lecture about keeping covered up, carrying plenty of water and wearing a hat.

The afternoon before they were supposed to set off, Ysolde set up a notice on the main message board at the front of the Barracks. There was no way that it wasn't going to  be seen by at least someone, you had to pass it every time you left the Barracks.
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Looking for an adventurer!
Are you joining the Healer hunt?
Looking for someone to stick with?
Meet me here after breakfast tomorrow!
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No, it wasn't exactly award winning prose, but hopefully it would catch someone's eye. Truth be told, the more she thought on it, the more she thought that having someone to go with was probably the best thing to do. Didn't someone mention a wher attack the last time?

So there she was after breakfast, her bag packed with all the essential supplies she could think of, waiting nervously by her notice. Well, if push came to shove, she would just join the group and hope for the best, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


Re: Hiding in plain sight, sitting on a treasure trove. (Tyne/Cremsden) @Lynn#6042

Nutmeg
 



On Fri, Aug 17, 2018 at 8:49 AM Laura Walker <shewhoguards@...> wrote:

"Would you?" And Cremsden too brightened, suddenly hopeful. "I've been walking around looking but-- you know, he doesn't always come when I call if he doesn't feel like it and there's a lot of ground to cover."

"Of course!" Tyne brushed the dirt from the seat of her trousers. In response to a silent command, Bobbin and Cairn popped up out of nowhere. "Do you know the sort of places he likes to go?" 


Cremsden thought for a moment. "He likes hunting tunnelsnakes?" he offered. "Eh. Could be looking for food? Not other firelizards so much, he doesn't tend to hang out with any but his two." And they definitely were Bitey's two in Cremsden's mind -- he was just the guy who happened to feed them.

Tyne was just about to ask how Bitey had felt the last time Cremsden had seen him before she remembered that the Healer had a different relationship with his flits than most. In fact, most of the time it was almost like he couldn't really hear them at all. "Do you know where they are now? They might be able to give some idea of where Bitey might be, or even what Bitey was thinking.Bobbin could help with that too." 


 
--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



--
Nutmeg on the Wizzy.
Florcott on AIM.

I'm sometimes slow and have the memory of a sieve at times, so don't hesitate to poke me if you think you've been forgotten!


Planning Escape Attn Lerian, Lesal, Kel

Laura Walker
 

An outing was great, but only if you were allowed to actually explore.

It was the first time Kel had been allowed out since his bad brush with measles. The twelve turn old had lost very quickly the weight he had managed to build during Weyrlinghood. He was fragile-looking just now; pale and skinny, as though a strong breeze might knock him over. And Evrand had judged that a bit of fresh air might do him good, and besides there were likely to be more Healers on the expedition than in the Weyr and so Kel had been allowed out with a weight of instructions. Stay close, be good, don't over-exert. For a boy used to slipping away to clamber up the nearest tree it was an unsatisfying prospect.

He was slumped with Gavroth now, watching people scurry about busily. Occasionally he sneaked a look back to see how much attention Evand was actually paying and whether sneaking off was a possibility.

--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Hiding in plain sight, sitting on a treasure trove. (Tyne/Cremsden) @Lynn#6042

Laura Walker
 


"Would you?" And Cremsden too brightened, suddenly hopeful. "I've been walking around looking but-- you know, he doesn't always come when I call if he doesn't feel like it and there's a lot of ground to cover."

"Of course!" Tyne brushed the dirt from the seat of her trousers. In response to a silent command, Bobbin and Cairn popped up out of nowhere. "Do you know the sort of places he likes to go?" 


Cremsden thought for a moment. "He likes hunting tunnelsnakes?" he offered. "Eh. Could be looking for food? Not other firelizards so much, he doesn't tend to hang out with any but his two." And they definitely were Bitey's two in Cremsden's mind -- he was just the guy who happened to feed them.


 
--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Hi, hi, hi! Wanna Play?(Teyra/Tyren/R'tal) #medhunt

Laura Walker
 


Teyra clutched at the tree as it creaked and groaned under the assault. This tree wasn't sturdy enough to climb further up, to where Stakarth could pick her up, and there was no where open enough for the green to land. And the wher's person was 'busy' great..just great. Teyra took a deep breath, trying not to panic, panic didn't solve anything. But she really wished the wher would just go. Wait...Tal?

"What's your person's name again?"


((Tal!)) Tyren proclaimed happily. ((Tal and Ren. Busy with smells-bad.)) He wrinkled his nose in remembered disgust. ((Said 'go play Ty'.))
 

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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Fancy Seeing You Here Attn Zy'fen

Laura Walker
 



Zy'fen and Nerenth took wing after thr younger pair, and circled in a different direction, seeking a place to go that was away from the other activity. They turned when Robith pointed out the lake, ((We see it....Do you think I need a bath?)) Nerenth didnt think so, his Zy'fen had been good about removing all the dust from his hide. But maybe....
 They circled toward the lake the others had found, and Nerenth mentally queried Zy ((Do you think I need a bath?))

Of course Robith passed that back to his rider and J'lin was laughing; the hand over his face not entirely hiding it as they landed.

((You shouldn't tease.))
((Anyone normal would have known I was joking!)) Robith protested as J'lin attempted to look a little more sober. It didn't work; little snorts of laughter kept escaping.



Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.



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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Nothing to see here #medhunt #passionberries (attn: Rhosgen, any) #medhunt #passionberries

Laura Walker
 


Rhosgen looked at the dead face of the wherry for a moment before nodding. 
It wasn't a fish but if it got the wher to get him un-lost then he'd do it. 
He picked the dead wherry up and let the wher guide him, trying not to think about how the wherry felt in his grasp. 
_._,_._,_

And Tyren led him back to camp, stepping calmly over and between sleeping partially dressed and undressed bodies that in some cases were still curled around each other. ((Find Tal?)) he suggested brightly.
 
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Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: What will I be? (Attn: Cremsden, Jerronila)

Laura Walker
 

“Hmm.” Off the top of his head Cremsden could think of multiple reasons someone might not want their kid at the hall. Some were most definitely better than others.

“Any conditions or recent illnesses?”


On Thu, Aug 16, 2018 at 3:05 PM, Rabble Rabble <rabblerabble@...> wrote:
"Mother doesn't want me at the Hall. She said I could join any craft that would take me." 
She shook her head. 
"Aunt said she's too busy to look after brats, and to make myself useful." 




--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Surely That Is What Numbweed Smells Like Attn Any #medhunt

Laura Walker
 



"Dunno," L'eo replied, watching his own pot.  "I only ever handled the finished stuff."

When he'd been assigned this job, the young blue rider had been as annoyed as anyone would be, given all the stories about how bad it smelled, but this?  This wasn't too bad.  


"Maybe we should have asked more questions." R'tal got up to stir the pot, getting the numbweed a half-hearted prod before he sat back down. "So. What got you all the way out here?"
 
--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.


Re: Is this normal? (attn Vashinta / Ishkana)

Cassandra Coogan
 

“Alright Ishkana.” Basho packed up the hide she was reading and grabbed a Klah pot and mugs before leading the way to one of the smaller examination rooms. 


On Monday, August 13, 2018, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana swallowed hard. "Er... more private, please mam. I don't really want anyone walking in on the middle of our conversation. It's a bit... personal."

On 12 August 2018 at 06:37, Cassandra Coogan <Aroloscass@...> wrote:
Vashi blinked away from the notes she was rereading on a patient before giving the girl a warm smile. “We can talk. Would you like to talk here or somewhere more” she paused a moment, glad she was a woman and this wouldn’t be as easily misconstrued before offering “private.”


On Saturday, August 11, 2018, Lindsay <alexeden1971@...> wrote:
Ishkana was starting to settle in to her new life in the Weyr. It still had its very odd moments and she still wasn't entirely comfortable with some of the things that went on, but it was quite possibly a normal reaction from someone holdbred as she was. She didn't know that for certain, but she knew she had to get used to it.

There were some things though that she really wasn't sure of - one of them being her. And learning healing meant she knew a little more than before. Enough to know that something wasn't quite right.

When she found a relatively quiet time, she approached one of the more senior healers for some advice. "Vashinta, mam? Do you have a little time so I could speak with you please?" she asked tentatively. This wasn't going to be easy, but it needed doing.




He *Did* Say To Check Back In (Kregg/Cremsden) #medhunt

Laura Walker
 

Reasons to find Kregg; 1, Cremsden had the beginnings of an incredible migraine, 2, the lovely numbing effect of the low fellis dosage had vanished leaving behind the more familiar if unwelcome anxiety pushing into panic and depression and 3, Kregg had told him to. Actually, really, he should just have stuck with the third one. Realistically it wasn’t as though Kregg was likely to attempt to help with the first two. But he’d had several turns of falling back on doing what he was told by the Master Healer, at least when his brain couldn’t come up with better options.


And right now his brain felt like it was stuffed with bandages, just not the nice comfortable soft cuddly ones any more. So, resignedly, he plodded off as he’d been told so that he could be shouted at and list anything that might be possibly useful later like a good cooperative accidental test subject.


“Ah, that’s more like the Cremsden we know and love,” Kregg said from  his spot by the fire where he was poking a numbweed vat.


“I liked being happy,” Cremsden grumbled, flopping down gracelessly. “Passionberries and airborne fellis, right? At least that was Cuylar’s theory.”


“And shockingly Cuylar is right,” Kregg said. “Amazing if slightly horrifying.There’s been a few incidences with the airborne fellis.”


“Yeah. I kept going back to see why they were working slowly but didn’t make the connection.” Possibly because his brain had been failing at focusing on anything more complex than sex and walking in a straight line at that point. “Got a decent night’s sleep at least.”


“The combination is certainly proving interesting. The stimulant properties of the passionberries seem to counter the worse of the sedative effects of the fellis pollen,” Kregg reached for his stylus. “Okay, I want all your observations.”


“Still not telling you details of my sex life,” Cremsden warned, and took a breath. “Right. Must have got the fellis before the passionberries -- I was in and out of that field yesterday, and I remember feeling a bit… well, calm, when I sat down.” He shrugged a little, awkwardly. “Figured it was getting out of the Weyr. Passionberries have got to have been in the food somewhere because uh-- they took effect fairly quickly.” It was amazing how he could be teased by Kregg for turns  and still possess the ability to blush -- brightly and completely, down to his collar.


“Mmm.” Kregg scribbled notes. “Approximate time? Less than a quarter? Practically instantaneous. What was the first indication it was taking effect?”


“I uh-- we probably didn’t finish dinner. Fairly quickly.” Cremsden said. “I don’t know, I just remember thinking she was looking really pretty suddenly and uh--” Still blushing. Still. “Couldn’t you have asked these ones an hour ago when I was too sedated to care about answering them?”


“Unreliable data,” Kregg said smirking. “Mm, interesting. But there is the factor of whether it made things extended.”


“Is there at least some klah or something around here so I can stare at that rather than at you laughing at me?” Cremsden said plaintively. “Look, bear in mind that I’m only going off descriptions of passionberries, but that-- it didn’t feel like a situation of going to the closest warm body. It was just.. All Margana suddenly.”


“Interesting. Were there others there?” Kregg said with genuine interest. “Were you presented with only one option or did it just intensify existing attraction.”


“There were other people about.. I think.” Certainly there had been the morning after but as Cremsden’s brain at the time had been concerned they were just new and slightly surprising additions to the landscape. “Fairly sure others were eating around there. I was only talking to Margana though.”

“Okay interesting. So the first reaction is to existing attraction,” he said. “And when you leapt into action...was that action better?”


“I thought we’d agreed to skip the sex life talk!” Okay, so that was a lie, he’d more hoped that if he said it repeatedly Kregg might take the hint. Not even hoped really. Optimistically attempted.


“This is science! For science Cremsden, for science,” he said still smirking. “You can make a comparative judgement.”


“If I end up identifiable in a paper I’m going to fecking kill you,” Cremsden muttered. “Yes, okay, it was... fairly amazing if I’m honest. And everything was… easier. So I proposed.” Because that had felt like the next logical thing to do at that point.


“Ooooo…. During sex. That’s not usually a good move,” Kregg said as he scribbled more notes.


“It uh. She said yes?” Cremsden was sounding a lot less joyful about it than he had a few hours previous. “Which.. I mean, she still meant it in the morning so that… that probably still counts, right?” He did not sound as though he were even convincing himself of that. Comedown from the mix had set all of the anxiety in the world free to hit him around the back of the head and this was far too easy to focus on. “I mean, it’s not like I tricked her. I mean, I didn’t intentionally trick her. And-- when did you propose to anyone anyway?”


“Used to do it all the time,” Kregg replied. “Funnily enough, no one seemed inclined to take me up on the offer.  Did she have the same exposure?”


“We both had the stew. I don’t know where she went in the day. Transpor-- no, wait, she said she was logging stuff.” Cremsden pressed his hands against his forehead, trying to push out the headache building behind his eyes. “My head might be going to explode. Feel free to write that down.”


“Bad hangover symptoms,” he said making a note. “Have something to drink. The klah there is not spiked.”


“As compared with other pots that are spiked with very specific measurements?” Cremsden suggested, but poured himself a mug anyway, pushing another in Kregg’s direction out of habit. “Seriously though, do you think it counts?” Because Kregg was clearly exactly the person to go to with relationship questions.


“The one thing I know is if you try to take it back because it could be a mistake you might as well go out and be a target for the weyrlings flame tests,” Kregg said. “Or kiss goodbye to your male anatomy...well not literally because I don’t think you’re that flexible, but DON’T try and take it back. That a surefire way to get a concussion.” He poked the numbweed again. “I speak from experience.”


Cremsden stared at him a moment, opening his eyes wide from his squint-eyed look of pain. “You did, didn’t you? How come there isn’t gossip about this?” he demanded. “Or does it just not get a look in amongst everyone you insulted and casually assaulted?”


“Eh,” Kregg shrugged. “For some reason everyone seems to think it is sarcasm. Now, are there any other details?”


“Everyone seemed very--” Cremsden fumbled for a moment, searching for words. “You know how normally there’s a bit of your brain that analyses what people are doing and why they’re doing it?” He eyed Kregg a moment over his klah. “...In your case, probably your whole brain. You ever manage to get drunk and turn it off?”


“Hello, you were there for the detox,” Kregg replied. “Apparently I can even do it while not conscious of what I am saying. It’s like some magical power that I should only use for good.”


“Well, this stuff does.” Cremsden shrugged a little. “Once the passionberry part wore off. Turned off the overthinking -- or turned off the caring about it, I don’t know which.” He took a gulp of his klah. “If I’m honest it was.. Well, I’m glad we don’t live closer to those fields.”


“Reduction of inhibitions,” Kregg wrote down. “Is that something that usually occurs with passionberry intake? I wonder if we can do experiments… “


“Watch it,” Cremsden warned, and he was thinking now, managing to start rousing his brain out of its fog. “That could easily be addictive. Far too easily.” He frowned a little, shifting just enough to refill his mug. “I don’t know that this one shouldn’t be kept quiet.”


“You are seeing therapeutic benefits… or the fact it would be highly sought after for it’s various aphrodisiac properties?” Kregg asked.


“Both. You tell someone they can have amazing sex followed by being happy and actually liking everyone for a day or so and see how long they spend asking about side-effects versus the price,” Cremsden said. “Shells, I must have been topping it up every time I walked into that field, and that must have been every two hours or so.” Brains were funny things. They didn’t have to consciously acknowledge something was happening to keep repeating an action that felt good.


“Hmmm doses staged repeated...interesting,” Kregg said thoughtfully. “A two part solution.”


“Or a two part problem.” Cremsden rubbed his head again, wincing. “The calm part is lovely, but once it wears off, the anxiety comes bouncing right back in but magnified. My brain wants very much to go and sit in a corner so I can over-analyse every word that came out of my mouth in the last day right now. Or to have some more so it can stop doing this. This had sharding better be as bad as it’s getting or I’m probably going to embarrass myself more before the day is out.” He sounded matter of fact about it, but there was a tense twitchy air around him that said he wasn’t exaggerating. Knowing this was likely to be a side-effect and not real helped him stop reacting to it but not enough to stop feeling it all together. “Hate sharding calmatives. Everything is great until it isn’t again.”


“Or  it could be your normal tendency to over analyse,” Kregg said. “I’ve been witness to a few of those sessions. Fellis doesn’t usually make you do that.”


“If it is, the fellis still managed to turn it off for a while,” Cremsden argued. “Which means my point remains the same. This leaks out, people are going to try and replicate it for fun and games.”


“Mmm, just like quickwort. But therapeutically, it seems to have a remarkable emotional effect,” Kregg said. “The Mindhealers will go even more crazy than they nearly are.”


“Unless they’re going to start prescribing a nice walk in a field they might have a problem getting dosage right,” Cremsden pointed out, and then reconsidered that, expression thoughtful a moment. “Though-- actually, wait, if it needs to be breathed in..” he said slowly, brain firing up enough to pull up the memory of some of those Second Pass notes.


“We need some form of delivery system. A mask maybe? Or...if it is actual pollen it could be mixed into a syrup or tincture. Might not need to be inhaled.” Kregg mused.


“No, look, there’s that thing I was studying for Megin.” From reluctance to sudden excitement in a moment as he made the connection. “It’s in the notes -- the inhaler. Designed to deliver to the lungs for breathing issues, but if we can get it right for one it would work for the other.” And never mind that he’d seen neither leaf nor petal of the plant he was looking for since arriving.


“If we get it right it will have a lot of uses. In through the lungs is a very rapid delivery system,” Kregg leaned forward. “We need a prototype. How far along are you?”


“..Not very,” Cremsden admitted guiltily. Truth was that he’d hit the point where progress felt unlikely enough that he’d hidden it a while and hoped for a miracle. “I can talk to the Smiths though. See what they can draw up.”


“It would be worth it.  Better than burning things and letting the particles make things worse,” he said. “The Smiths at the Weyr are pretty flexible. Or go and ask where K’ren got his scalpels done.”

“I’ll work on it. When we get back,” he promised, and hesitated. Some questions felt big enough that you didn’t want to ask them. “..Any luck with what you were looking for?”


“There are a couple of numbweed variants. I’m distilling a couple at the moment,” Kregg answered gesturing to the pots over the fire.


“One of them the one that smelled edible?” Cremsden enquired, standing to peer into the pot and stir it idly. “Or was that just riders left unsupervised too long?” As one had been the WeyrHealer’s weyrmate he probably should stop commentary at that point.


“Got samples of whatever was going. It might be. It’s a very subtle leaf difference on this batch… no serrations on the leaf,” Kregg gestured.


Cremsden sniffed. “Can’t tell. If it is, the other pot is strong enough to smell for both of them,” he decided and made a face. “No sign of my flower. Didn’t think there would be but.. Eh. We’ll work something out.”


“We need to actually look for what we came up here to look for,” Kregg pointed out. “The numbweed is getting made, people are passing out under fellis trees...things are fine. We need to sort this out.”


“So, what? I pull apprentices off fellis picking and send them for a long walk to clear their heads and while they’re there look for this flower?” Cremsden said, and considered. “Might work at that.”


“Did you get some pictures drawn from that reference you mentioned?” Kregg asked.


“Did some tracings. I can hand them out, but…” Cremsden shrugged. “Are we not still keeping this quiet?”


“They don’t have to know what they are looking for. Just say it’s a herb you need,” Kregg shrugged. “For all they know it could be for seasoning dinner.”


“Yeah, ‘cause they don’t ask questions like ‘what’s it called’, ‘what’s the dosage’ and ‘are you going to test us on this later’.” Cremsden rolled his eyes.


“ Then lie. Or wait until we stumble around some rocks, and then panic and ask for more help at the end,” Kregg said. “Say that its for ...ooo a sexually transmitted disease.”

Cremsden sighed. “In ten turns time they’ll be qualified and writing to me to ask about that cure they remember searching for for a patient who just walked in, and it will be your fault. Just letting you know that.”


“Oh I’ll just get some pepper and mix it with some oil and ginger and tell them to try it out,” Kregg grinned.


“You would at that.” Cremsden made a face. “Fine. I’ll put the babies on it. If K’ren asks you found them something useful to do. You lie better than me, and he expects it of you.” And never mind that he couldn’t entirely remember why they were lying to K’ren about this particular thing. Working with Kregg made it hard to keep track of at times.


“Fine I can do that,” Kregg said. “I’ll get the pepper, ginger and oil ready and waiting. Sounds a bit wrong but it works.”


Cremsden stood up, still wincing as he moved his head carefully. “I feel like adding willowbark on top of what I already managed to absorb in the last two days might just be the extra step that would make blood come out of my eyeballs,” he said. “Fine. Let you know if they find anything.”


“I’m still going to go and look myself...once I’ve narrowed down the possible numbweed variants,” he said. “Then I’ll know what to take back and try and cultivate it.”


“Yeah?” Cremsden gave him a sharp look. “Leg feeling well enough to go exploring on, is it?” He eyed Kregg, awake enough at last to do his own quick assessment.

“Of course it sharding well is,” Kregg said. “I’ve been moving around camp like a wher in the night…”


“Mmm. You have rather, haven’t you? Racing off to look for passionberries, that kind of exciting project.” Cremsden sighed. “What have you been taking?”


“I am high on the possibilities of medicinal discoveries,” Kregg replied evasively.


“The type you test on yourself first?” It was Cremsden’s turn to peer into his eyes. “You know you promised to log this with me. I know everybody sharding lies, but I can’t save you from the inevitable side-effects if I don’t know what’s actually in your system!”


“Believe it or not, I have not taken anything yet,” Kregg said. “But I’m intending to try some things on my leg soon.”


“With you, it’s always going to be a ‘not’,” Cremsden muttered. “Right. Fine. After I sort out the babies I’m sending one of the older ones over to help you. Apparently you need babysitting.”


“No I don’t… go off, and play with the passionberries, I’ll be fine,” Kregg answered.

Cremsden’s scowl said that he doubted that, but he went regardless, determined that he would indeed find someone to keep an eye on Kregg once the more urgent work was done.




--

Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.