[Post 030] Text/Action for Ecruteak City
[Action]
[This is what it feels like to be France right now:]
[He isn't used to being sick. His body aches in places he usually doesn't think about and in ways he probably would hope they wouldn't. He isn't sure if he's hungry, and he's pretty sure he should be thirsty. He picks at the thin blanket the Center provides, and he isn't sure if he's disgusted because he hates hospitals or grateful to be feeling something (anything) at all.]
[The nurse at the Center--who looks the same as all the nurses in this place--has him on some sort of diet of gentle foods that taste of varying sweetness, but the only things he does want are good cigarettes and contact with substantial living things. At the same time, he can't be sure if any of this is real, if it will stay and be reality, at least for a good amount of time.]
[For the moment, he's pretty docile. He's worried about that a little bit, suspects that nurse gave him something for... Well, he hadn't been the most gentlemanly when he woke up. He still feels faintly acrid, even now. But, at least until the aching and awkward detached feeling subsides, he's not going to be attempting to escape. France will sit here, eat and drink when told to, and cuddle one very happy Ninetales while plotting his escape. Because France hates hospitals, and the identical nurses creep him out.]
[Public Text]
Who else was indisposed for the past week and a half?
Also: has anyone else noticed there are an unusual amount of identical siblings in the same trade native to this place?
[This is what it feels like to be France right now:]
[He isn't used to being sick. His body aches in places he usually doesn't think about and in ways he probably would hope they wouldn't. He isn't sure if he's hungry, and he's pretty sure he should be thirsty. He picks at the thin blanket the Center provides, and he isn't sure if he's disgusted because he hates hospitals or grateful to be feeling something (anything) at all.]
[The nurse at the Center--who looks the same as all the nurses in this place--has him on some sort of diet of gentle foods that taste of varying sweetness, but the only things he does want are good cigarettes and contact with substantial living things. At the same time, he can't be sure if any of this is real, if it will stay and be reality, at least for a good amount of time.]
[For the moment, he's pretty docile. He's worried about that a little bit, suspects that nurse gave him something for... Well, he hadn't been the most gentlemanly when he woke up. He still feels faintly acrid, even now. But, at least until the aching and awkward detached feeling subsides, he's not going to be attempting to escape. France will sit here, eat and drink when told to, and cuddle one very happy Ninetales while plotting his escape. Because France hates hospitals, and the identical nurses creep him out.]
[Public Text]
Who else was indisposed for the past week and a half?
Also: has anyone else noticed there are an unusual amount of identical siblings in the same trade native to this place?