smash_logs | Office Log

Who: Rhys and you!
What: Office log! ...Can also be called "help nurse" log.
When: Dates of 10/21 - 10/28 but you can also go for something earlier/later than that if convenient
Where: Infirmary or Rhys’s office, which is just inside the infirmary.
Warnings: THERE COULD BE CARNAGE AND PESTILENCE HERE. There may also be tripping out due to candy drugs.

We're all familiar with office logs around here, right? If you're not, then allow me to explain really quickly: Your dude stops in for any reason whatsoever, be it trouble with grades, asking permission for something, stopping to chat, dropping off a form, and other office-like concerns. Or even miscellaneous concerns. Then we'll take it away from there. Rhys is a bit of a special case, since he runs the infirmary. That means you could also drag yourself in with some kind of unbearable ailment or crippling injury and have Rhys get you treated. Have a status condition? Never fear, solutions are here! Got in a fight with your arch nemesis in the locker room? Bleed no more; there’s plenty of bandages and/or heal staves to go around! Usually.

ANOTHER THING I WOULD LIKE TO ENCOURAGE: Is your character hopped up on drugs? Drop them in! I don’t care what reason they would have to stumble in. I just want Rhys to have to deal with druggies and raise his suspicion about the whole drug deal further. That being said, I request at least one of his patients to be under the influence. That is all! Have fun.

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All of her words seeped into his heart like a thirsty plant taking water up with dry, tangled roots. She opened his eyes to the perspective he had been foolishly ignoring in favor of the humility that was so heavy-set and harsh that it was abrasive to the self, and therefore scraped away the humility itself to become nothing more than ugly self-effacement. If only he could cease tearing himself apart in times of weakness altogether, but Rhys knew he was only human. That didn't stop him from trying to get better, though, and he was ashamed that he made Nabooru have to defend him from even himself.

"You're right... You're absolutely right." Finally, he could go back to smiling again, a small one perched delicately on his face. "I may not be strong in body, but I do my best to help everyone, even when I'm not at my best. ...Yet, I still worry about what may happen when I am needed in some way but can't find a way to be of help. Or worse yet, be the opposite of help. I do like having my own important niche to fill, but ahh, can you imagine how helpful I could be if I didn't have to rely on the strength of others?" It was as though he were sinking into wistful daydreaming. He knew it was only a fantasy and that he should be grateful for the gifts of healing competency the goddess had given him, so he followed with, "But no matter how strong you are, you will always need to rely on others somehow."

She'd had every intent to say what he did and when she heard his words reflect the ones that sat on the tip of her tongue, the redhead smiled. Nabooru offered to the priest a nod, one that said very clearly she didn't need to add anything particularly. At least not immediately.

None of what she'd said had meant to be chiding, scolding, or some form of parental guidance. Rhys was old enough to pave his own way and she'd never felt it necessary to take him by the hand and help him cross proverbial streets. She'd wanted to encourage him from time to time and remind him that he certainly wasn't alone in the world. And sometimes Rhys was a bit impossible, wasn't he?

"Right," she said gently. "Everyone needs someone." Then she pointed to herself, "Even me, and even when I insist that I can do everything myself. I could learn from your humbleness, Rhys."

His worries were rapidly evaporating away. "Thank you for your words of encouragement. I will surely take them to heart." Their uplifting chat was reminiscent somehow... Looking up at the strong woman with the red tresses next to him, it wasn't hard to pinpoint just how.

She helped herself down from his desk and rested a hand on her hip. Then she motioned idly with the other and gave a smile, "You can do whatever you want with them, Rhys. I'm just letting you know where my feelings stand. A little honesty can go a long way when you want it to."

Shifting once more, she eyed the door to his office and looked back to him, even as she began to move, "Just think about it this way. If you need someone to help lift you up, you have me. We're friends, Rhys. So don't be afraid to rely on me every once in a while. And I won't be afraid to rely on you either."

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