The garden you all barged in on yesterday. It needs tending. Follow me, don't get lost.
[The fog will part a little, and if she doesn't wander, they'll end up back at the garden from yesterday. There are supplies and neatly tilled rows and plants. It's cute.]
Those are all true. The buildings are falling apart. It's cold and we don't have enough clothes. The food is bad. The beds creak. There aren't even enough beds for everyone. ... But we have bigger things to worry about and I can kind of guess you're not going to fix any of those problems.
Can't even fix the food at large. I'd just trade with you. We can try and smuggle in something if you have a request, but it's one a week for each of you.
[They are so helpful.]
This will sound like a stupid question if the answer is yes. But you'd be surprised. Do you know what a gun is?
Has it always been this way? Was it caused by damage to your ear canals...? [This is slightly more structured than idle curiosity, like a health questionnaire.]
It's been this way as long as I can remember. [ and since they sound kind of focused and interested: ] The doctor said I have hyperacusis and tinnitus.
...I've developed drugs that alter or enhance sensory experience, but not anything that'd help in your case. Since it's probably an issue with a specific nerve, the ingredients necessary would be just as specific. Hm...
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Didn't mean to get on a tangent. You can ask if you want to come out here, if the noise in the village gets to be too much.
It depends. If the problem is structural, it would make sense that you'd need a mechanical aid of some kind. Or surgery. Typically, medicine wouldn't "cure" something like this. [Like it wouldn't cure a broken leg even if maybe fantasy bullshit medicine probably can whatever.] But when you aren't sure of what the exact source of the problem is, you never know. Could just be a matter of finding the right ear drops, or working alongside a healing cleric, for all I can tell at a glance. But whether with a physical implement, or medication, or both... I'd hope something could at least alleviate your symptoms.
Not that I think it's your pressing concern at the moment. [Cult business is here.]
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Sure. What do you need?
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The garden you all barged in on yesterday. It needs tending. Follow me, don't get lost.
[The fog will part a little, and if she doesn't wander, they'll end up back at the garden from yesterday. There are supplies and neatly tilled rows and plants. It's cute.]
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So you can just part the fog whenever you want? Maybe you could give us more space.
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[They go over to some spades and such.]
Besides, Pestilence and I don't want most of you ruining the crops.
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[ and that's fair. she just keeps following... ]
What are you growing?
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[They point at a tiny hand-rake for her. Weeding duties.]
Pestilence has a variety. Vegetables and flowers. I stick to more practical herbs.
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Huh. So if you grow your own vegetables, you probably get better meals than we do.
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Why, do you want to trade meals? It doesn't make a difference to me either way.
[This does not sound like a joke.]
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It's not a big priority or anything. We have food, that's good enough for me.
But it is bland. You don't care?
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I've lost my sense of taste. Wouldn't notice anyway.
[They use their cane to leverage themselves down to the garden bed, pruning some stalks as they speak.]
I'd expect you to have more complaints. Bad food, bad bedding, et cetera.
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Except maybe the food, apparently.
[ and, actually, ]
How do you lose your sense of taste?
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[They are so helpful.]
This will sound like a stupid question if the answer is yes. But you'd be surprised. Do you know what a gun is?
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[ and she will think about trading food. she doesn't want to be picky but. man. ]
Yeah. I'm not very good with them, but I'm familiar.
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Well, if you get shot enough times, your body stops functioning correctly. I don't recommend it.
Is it too noisy here?
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[ well, yeah. ]
... I'm used to it. I have sensitive hearing, so everywhere is loud to me. The earplugs help enough.
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[They stop rifling through plants for a hot second. At the very least, Death operates at low volume anyway, quiet and unobtrusive.]
...Does it hurt?
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The church bell isn't great.
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Has it always been this way? Was it caused by damage to your ear canals...? [This is slightly more structured than idle curiosity, like a health questionnaire.]
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[ dulled senses make more sense to her than over-sensitive ones... ]
But no, I just wear earplugs or noise canceling headphones most of the time.
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Didn't mean to get on a tangent. You can ask if you want to come out here, if the noise in the village gets to be too much.
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Can that kind of thing be helped with medication? I know about hearing aids and stuff, but?
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Not that I think it's your pressing concern at the moment. [Cult business is here.]
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... But you're right. It's not the biggest problem right now. And it comes in handy sometimes, anyway.
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