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Bustling around the clinic from dawn to dusk isn't how I expected to spend my birthday here, but there are worse ways. Regardless, thanks to whoever dropped off this gift basket. ~~But why just one glove?~~

[ooc: "She'll find a moderate sized easter basket in her room with the obligatory fake grass and chocolate eggs and randomly the power glove. The note says HAPPY EASTER crossed out."

[Pentaps, as if someone is preparing to write but isn't sure what to say, or if they want to say it]

Truth has gone from the sphere. We don't know if it was due to circumstances or a simple disappearance, but his journal was recovered and it no longer functions.

Justice has also been missing from work for a couple of days, but Trust has his journal and it still works. He may just be taking some time for himself. I'll be assisting with organization and administration at the clinic until he returns.

[ooc: if this would be particularly upsetting information for your character, feel free to handwave that Kazahana approached them privately to break the news. Also if you're Lezard.]

Current Mood: sad

[The handwriting is slightly bigger and loopier, and pressed very hard into the paper. It might be faintly familiar, but isn't very recognizable unless you know what to look for.]

I can't reach the cupboard! Someone get me my cereal!

[After a minute]

Who made my clothes too big?

[ooc: Kazahana, age...was going to be 9, but she looks smaller in the art I found, so like's say anywhere from 5 to 9. Per the rules and the last time an age event hit, she has her mind and memories, but not so much the mental control, powers, or brain-to-mouth filter that comes with maturity and practice. And if you think she was short as an adult...

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It's come to my attention that with the recent disorganization in Edensphere, all the new arrivals may have extra trouble acclimating. Aside from learning where everything is, I think it's important to know who people are. Certainly people are capable of meeting new people on their own, but there are other considerations--for instance, if you find yourself in need of a guard but you don't know who they are, that's a problem.

Since we sometimes have downtime here at Wellspring, I decided to make a visual guide to certain people and groups in the sphere. I decided to start with the medical clinic since most people will be sick or injured at some point, and it's good to foster bonds between doctors and patients. But I hope to add more later.

( Non-IC cut to save your flists )

I hope this is helpful and lets you recognize your friendly sphere medics. And the rest of them, too.

[ooc: Feel free to pretend the NPC medics are here, too, but PC bunnies take enough time as it is.]

[This page is stained by ashy fingerprints and small smears of dried blood]

To anyone still able to read their journals, this is Kazahana. Medical Island was damaged by the firestorm, but the clinic is still standing, we have supplies remaining, and there are [brief pause] surviving medics. We're treating everyone here, but there are undoubtedly other victims who need our help.

I'm asking anyone with any kind of medical skill or training to get here as fast as possible. We need all the help we can get. Those of you without training who are well enough to move, please help bring the injured here--with as few resources as we have now, we have to make this a central point of treatment.

I don't know where Cross and Lezard are, so for the moment, I'm taking charge of Medical. If you're coming here to volunteer your help, come to me right away. For the truly critically injured, also bring them to me immediately so I can try to heal them enough to stabilize, and Will after. From there on we'll just have to see.

This is secondary in importance, but it still needs to be done. If you can write, please check in here, letting us know you're still alive...and if you've witnessed deaths, we need to know that, too, so people know who to look for.

Thank you for all your help.

[ooc: a log for medical triage will go up a little later]

So, this map thing, the one with the "trouser gnome"...if one were interested in following the instructions out of curiosity, what should she do if she has no pants?

It's a fair question.

I have a question for the fighters here, especially those who have remembered a little about their pasts. Have any of you experienced a degree of sentience from your weapons? Of any kind. I'm trying to figure out how common--or uncommon--something is. It's not a matter of huge import, but any information you can share is appreciated.

Kiba, I traded shifts with one of the other medics; his girlfriend's birthday is tonight, so I said I'd work the evening shift. So don't worry about me if I'm back late.

[At the bottom of the entry is a tiny drawing of two bunnies holding hands. If one squints, their hair might look familiar.]

I had fun the other night.

This might not be anyone's business, but I suppose I should say it for the sake of clearing up potential misunderstandings.

Contrary to former beliefs, Hakuteiken and I are not married. He's my brother-in-law. Please, no jokes.

That's all.

[Insert a somewhat unskilled/cartoonish drawing of a particular katana here]

I found my sword. Or maybe she found me. But I'll be carrying it with me from now on.

( ooc note )

Is there a way to tell if someone's had a child, years after the fact?

I'm back. If that's the right word for it? I'm very sorry to have worried people.

For the moment I'm at Kiba's, since we weren't sure what provisions I'd left at my home...so I'll be here if anyone needs me.

[The writing is recognizably Kazahana's, but small and cramped, like her whole body's seized up down to her fingertips. In one or two spot, the ink is blurred by what might be teardrops.]

Toushi's gone.

Bastet, is it appropriate for me to buy a new dress for our date from you? I mean, you won't be surprised if I do. But I'm looking forward to it all the same.

Hakuteiken--it's for charity, it doesn't really count. And I had a very nice time at dinner yesterday, thank you.

So it's to be a battle, at least according to one unknown person's intentions. But I can't help but wonder if that's the right thing. I'm not advocating blindly clinging to pacifism; I'll be among the first to raise a hand against an injust force, provided we know what that force is. Or at least support those with the tools to fight.

Things have happened here that I can't accept, much less forgive. The fact that some of those who have died have returned in no way makes up that their deaths happened. As for avenging our very existence here...that I can't advocate, nor dismiss out of hand. I believe there were good things in my past, before the sphere, but I'm not naive enough to believe that I was yanked out of a life that held only bliss.

There have been happy times here. There are people here who I love. I'm not about to endanger any of them by mindlessly heeding a call to arms that none of us yet understand. So perhaps we could start by asking some questions.

Has anyone spoken with Mr. Fugue?

Bastet, can you please come to my apartment as soon as you have time. I really need to speak to someone.

Goodness. You wouldn't think a little singing would cause so many problems, but as poetic as lyrics can be, they make straightforward communication difficult. Perhaps that's why some people have been so bold since this began. Quite unsettling.

Looks like everyone's closets have gotten back to normal. I'll miss my dresses a little; they were so pretty. But at least I won't have to get up as early in the morning to make it to work on time.

By the way, I'd like to remind everyone that while we're always ready to help on Medical Island, we don't have any magical cures for hangovers. You've really only got yourselves to blame. Perhaps try practicing some moderation next time?

Apparently that wretched game has disappeared from the Wilderness, so I'm going to explore the new terrain tonight. If anyone else goes, maybe we can explore together?

Toushi, would you mind keeping your unicorns in your room when you're at home? I can't get into my room without going through the common area, and if I try to slip between them when they're in there, they just end up in a bloody heap on the floor. It's not very pleasant and it's going to stain.

This is far from the best day. On the positive side, I found a memory crystal that one of those things dropped through a rather large hole in the ceiling. On the negative, it seems to have given me a rash. My hand itches rather fiercely, and I have a feeling that it's going to bleed later from all the scratching.

Yes, I am a healer. That's not the point. This is irritating.

And then there are these...bubbles that we can't escape, even if we run very quickly. ~~I tried.~~ However, I will not be hiding out until this is finished. I do try to be honest, but if people don't like what they see in the bubble things then...well...

DON'T LOOK.

My memory was interesting. I'll have to consider it for a while. It didn't seem like me at all.

[Obviously scrawled in a hurry]

If anyone's been hurt in the winds or during the evacuation, please just write something in your journal and one of the medical team will come to you right away.

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