The Tavern

[Kidney]

Tod squinted, in thought. "I honestly do not know."

He took another spoonful in, eating again, "I mean, I was writing for a very long time, and never had dinner last night. I think."

[Outisakanobody]

"Oh. You should eat at least three meals a day. It isn't healthy to not eat for long periods of time." Ignis says, looking at her own food. "Though I'm not a doctor." she adds with a small smile.

[Kidney]

Tod laughed, although with a mouth of soup it sounded muffled as he placed a hand over his mouth. He swallowed, finishing the bite with an 'HA!' sound effect.

He looked at Ignis, "Touche."

He stuck another bite into his mouth. 

[Outisakanobody]

Ignis went about eating her own food quietly. She wasn't exactly used to only eating the best food available, so she was happy with what she got.

[Kidney]

Tod also ate his food quietly, a conversation that was forced seemed to be the worst ones ever had, so Tod ate his food. He looked occasionally over at Ignis before he decided to do something to fill the awkward gap. 

He shifted, shoulder bumping hers, like the weight on a chime. He bumped her very lightly, in an attempt to create a simple game, swaying, maybe. He didn't know.

[Outisakanobody]

Ignis looked over at Tod with a raised eyebrow. After swallowing her current mouthful, she asked "Are you alright? You were swaying in your seat."

[Kidney]

Tod jerked up, eating another spoonful quickly before straightening up like a board. "Nope. Nothing."

He looked down at his bowl, sighing before eating again.

[black379]

[From Hamlet Streets]

Apr 16, 2018 8:40:33 GMT -8 Vanitypirate said:

Florence tapped the pads of her fingers together with some quiet excitement.
This was an excellent start.

"I would hope that you do."

She more or less jerked the entrance door open and left it ajar long enough for Adeney to pass by as she entered the tavern herself.

Shuffling after the woman doctor, he peered about to the tavern's other patrons. He was more suspicious of them then he ever had been, and felt spied upon just by passing through. But they were all ignorant of him, and Adeney suspected that they were clueless to Florence's studies as well. It only just soothed hm to know his paranoia was unfounded.

"Have you got a room? Should I get us a drink?" He began nervously. Though he still had more pressing questions for her.

[Vanitypirate]

"I have a room."
Florence shuffled through the typical crowd of tavern patrons with some practiced ease; the upper floor would provide some relief from the crowd.

"If you wish, you may purchase yourself a meal and breakfast. It is important to stay nourished."
She lingered near the stairs in the event that Adeney did, in fact, wish to acquire such foodstuffs.

[black379]

"Never mind. There's time for that later." Adeney moved with her to the stairs, and to follow to her room. Much as he could, he meant to avoid any other company.

"About the girl, the young doctor," He started impatiently, before they were squared away in private. "You remember?"

[Vanitypirate]

"Doctor Silvant?"
Florence tromped up the stairs in her heavy boots, turning about one landing and up to another before they were on the second floor.
Around another bend was the door, which Florence made to pull open.

"Yes, I still remember her."

[black379]

"Yes. Doctor Silvant." He swallowed a lump in his throat. His beaked mask lowered to the wood planked floor of the hallway. Still Adeney trailed behind Florence, and eagerly arrived in her room for shelter.

"Things might have gone differently, had you been there with myself and Alphonse. If we had had those supplies." He spoke up regretfully. The red doctor only stood past the doorway, enough to let Florence inside, yet certainly not making himself comfortable in her quarters.

"But it has passed. And you are not responsible for her dying."

[Vanitypirate]

"It would depend much on the severity of the woman's injuries, and the duration of time in which she had not received care."

Florence remained nonchalant as she spoke; this doctor, however competent, seemed to be another unfortunate casualty of this estate.
Oftentimes a patient's survival was centered around chance alone.

"I would believe that without the entire toolkit of the sanitarium, her wounds would have taken her. A shame." She closed the door until she heard it click shut and meandered to the small table beside the window.

"Perhaps we may take this as a lesson to be better prepared in the future."

[black379]

"You're right, of course." Adeney nodded in agreement, though he would have liked to believe otherwise. Any number of incidental changes, and the girl may have been saved, or even uninjured altogether. Everything that happened was, simply put, unfortunate.

He watched Florence cross the room to the table, but for now, remained grounded where he was.

"She was suffering terribly from her wounds. And so I killed her." He lowered his hood and began to pull away the straps of his mask.

[Vanitypirate]

Florence sat neatly at the table with her hands folded, and she watched Adeney expectantly from her perch.
Though, if he were truly more comfortable beside the door, she should not argue.

What made Florence uncomfortable, of course, was the subject of euthanasia.

"That is deeply unethical." She laid out her thoughts plainly, "You must remember your oaths: Primum non nocere. Do no harm. I urge you to avoid doing so again in the future."
With that out of the way, she scooted in her chair and seemed to ready herself for the interview.

"Was this what you wished to speak about?"