[closed] one makes work for another
Who: theprettyfits and lumenrelegandus
When: This leads to this, leads to this, leads to this!
Where: The Clinic
Format: Starting with prose, but follow your heart.
What: Simon's interview for-wait, an actual medical doctor? At E.R. Mystic-happy?
Warnings: River?
It hadn't been the idea for him to occupy this position for this long. He'd accepted the role of "teacher" when it was offered to him without experience because he'd had a core knowledge that he'd be able to do it, and do it well. He'd never intended to take on the role of "doctor".
(Nor, of course, had he ever intended ever to be spy, soldier, &c. For that matter: husband, father.)
But no, even-especially now that he'd gained some experience at it, he knew better than ever, he wasn't a doctor. Some of the volunteers accidentally calling him by it now and then drove it all the more home. He could patch someone up well enough to keep until Raphael or Shi-
(Ouch)
-rley could be summoned. The few times he'd been charged with the sole care of a patient had been a grueling process. It had worked, which perhaps was all that mattered. But on some level you are or are not. And Lupin was not a doctor.
The problem was, they kept losing their doctors. Sakura. Shirley. Stop gaps could be remarkably prolonged. So Lupin kept mulishly hanging on, cobbling together healing spells on the fly, formerly the one kind of spell he would never tinker with; passing as a doctor only in the deficit of the real thing, and putting off his firmer intentions. He kept meaning to ease his Clinic responsibilities gradually onto those truly devoted to this work, not to mention the true medical talent. Then putting himself back where he really-as far as one could say this at all in Anatole-belonged: back to the dojo.
(Both of which, Clinic and dojo, he'd inherited at the hands of Sakura. …All right, don't digress the digression.)
Back to tutoring, training, storytelling. Back to where he still had dreams of creating, expanding into a formal, full-fledged school. He had mental lists of whom he'd approach as teachers, Scorched and Anatolian.
He'd recruit individually at first, among those he knew well. Comparative history could be Verity and Hughes, since good storytelling was as crucial as anything… Guest lecturers like Priscilla and Arthur from the Alliance on strategy/politic/business concepts, whether they knew that's what they'd done or not… Belmont for what would have to be named anything other than P.E.… Hermione, Dawn, Asellus, Merlin, if they could be convinced/have time to enrol, as prefects/TAs, to be groomed if they wanted to stay on… Trepkos for science if he didn't scare the children… Tonks…
Once the place was established and proving to run, interviews could stop being nepotistic. At which point, he could also step down as headmaster and stick to teaching General (renamed from Scorched) Studies, focused on discussion and debate, a place to air issues/fears constructively and openly study differences so as to eventually embrace… Getting mixed-population enrolment would be a battle in itself, perhaps the most important one, an ulterior purpose of any such institution, but he was convinced Anatole could never progress from its current state without the things a school provided, among which being any fonder idea at all of future…
It was about here, as usual, in these thoughts, that a volunteer came to find him to say he was needed.
This time at least it wasn't an emergency.
Lupin shook himself. As much as he was looking forward to this appointment, it wouldn't do to saddle it with dreams.
When: This leads to this, leads to this, leads to this!
Where: The Clinic
Format: Starting with prose, but follow your heart.
What: Simon's interview for-wait, an actual medical doctor? At E.R. Mystic-happy?
Warnings: River?
It hadn't been the idea for him to occupy this position for this long. He'd accepted the role of "teacher" when it was offered to him without experience because he'd had a core knowledge that he'd be able to do it, and do it well. He'd never intended to take on the role of "doctor".
(Nor, of course, had he ever intended ever to be spy, soldier, &c. For that matter: husband, father.)
But no, even-especially now that he'd gained some experience at it, he knew better than ever, he wasn't a doctor. Some of the volunteers accidentally calling him by it now and then drove it all the more home. He could patch someone up well enough to keep until Raphael or Shi-
(Ouch)
-rley could be summoned. The few times he'd been charged with the sole care of a patient had been a grueling process. It had worked, which perhaps was all that mattered. But on some level you are or are not. And Lupin was not a doctor.
The problem was, they kept losing their doctors. Sakura. Shirley. Stop gaps could be remarkably prolonged. So Lupin kept mulishly hanging on, cobbling together healing spells on the fly, formerly the one kind of spell he would never tinker with; passing as a doctor only in the deficit of the real thing, and putting off his firmer intentions. He kept meaning to ease his Clinic responsibilities gradually onto those truly devoted to this work, not to mention the true medical talent. Then putting himself back where he really-as far as one could say this at all in Anatole-belonged: back to the dojo.
(Both of which, Clinic and dojo, he'd inherited at the hands of Sakura. …All right, don't digress the digression.)
Back to tutoring, training, storytelling. Back to where he still had dreams of creating, expanding into a formal, full-fledged school. He had mental lists of whom he'd approach as teachers, Scorched and Anatolian.
He'd recruit individually at first, among those he knew well. Comparative history could be Verity and Hughes, since good storytelling was as crucial as anything… Guest lecturers like Priscilla and Arthur from the Alliance on strategy/politic/business concepts, whether they knew that's what they'd done or not… Belmont for what would have to be named anything other than P.E.… Hermione, Dawn, Asellus, Merlin, if they could be convinced/have time to enrol, as prefects/TAs, to be groomed if they wanted to stay on… Trepkos for science if he didn't scare the children… Tonks…
Once the place was established and proving to run, interviews could stop being nepotistic. At which point, he could also step down as headmaster and stick to teaching General (renamed from Scorched) Studies, focused on discussion and debate, a place to air issues/fears constructively and openly study differences so as to eventually embrace… Getting mixed-population enrolment would be a battle in itself, perhaps the most important one, an ulterior purpose of any such institution, but he was convinced Anatole could never progress from its current state without the things a school provided, among which being any fonder idea at all of future…
It was about here, as usual, in these thoughts, that a volunteer came to find him to say he was needed.
This time at least it wasn't an emergency.
Lupin shook himself. As much as he was looking forward to this appointment, it wouldn't do to saddle it with dreams.