[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 2: Snake Expedition & Recovery!

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 19-27 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such, snakes, hallucinations

IMPORTANT NOTES: This is the second of two mingles. Please see the timing and general event details here.

Not putting any mod top-levels in this one — Just make sure you label your own top-level clearly as to whether it's Expedition or Recovery, and as always, whether it is OTA or not!

Please keep in mind the established plot details, but creative license is welcome and encouraged as long as it doesn't step on toes.

Comments

[ad_dicendum]

He's aware that she has a devout religious belief, once that is very different to his own but held perhaps more sincerely; he's doubted the gods, at times, when there seemed to be a curse brought down on his family by some ill fate. Gaius would thank Apollo and Asclepius for his recovery, though he's long ago run out of the sacrificial wine he'd been given. But her sentiment, to thank her Almighty.

"The doctors have done godly work," he agrees. He would have been sure that people would die, with an illness this severe running through the villages. It would have been so in Rome.

He nods, slowly, at her assessment, then wishes he hadn't and takes another few sips of water.

"It has been a long time since I dreamed about him."

[lastofthekellys]

They have indeed. And also, the Australian thinks, been somewhat lucky in the symptoms presented. There isn't much one can do if bitten by a brown snake. In her time. She's found herself adding in her time more frequently, instead of back home.

Kate's not sure what she thinks about that.

"We can help with fevers," is what she actually says, which is true enough.

Then she hesitates.

"Would it help t'speak of him, Mr Gracchus? You were soundin' right concerned."

[ad_dicendum]

He nods, but only briefly, because it still hurts to move his head, but he wants to acknowledge the correctness of her comment: they can help with fevers, and they have done so here, as well as or better than even the best physicians could have done in Rome.

"There is little concern could do for him; he is beyond concern. My brother was killed by the men who should have been the best in all of Rome, the patres who were supposed to lead the city with the wisdom of those who went before them."

For a moment, the populist orator he'd been shines through, anger and hatred turning the honorific patres into a curse, for that is all the Senate is worth to him now, fallen so far from the mighty aspirations of the great city of Rome that they would murder the people's champions to protect their own interests.