catch-all: marcoh.

[purities]

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[purities]

Hm... Good to know. I'll keep that in mind.

[boxcar]

They have been supplying painkillers to the wounded like Jiaoqiu.

[ Come get your fresh a vi co din. ]

[purities]

Perhaps they're some kind of doctor, or apothecary.

[boxcar]

I think doctor might make sense. They have the pills with the long name.

[ PHARMACIST... ]

[purities]

The long name?

[what the fuck is modern medicine]

[boxcar]

Uh, the kind of stuff they only give you if you go to a hospital. The fancy things.

[purities]

[not me furiously googling what the fuck was the state of healthcare in the 1600s... sweats............]

I think I understand. [ok. it's fancy medicine? squints.] More things the majority of you are so... accustomed to, I assume.

[tell a medieval serf to pop some ibuprofen]

[boxcar]

[ I'm losing it you have no idea how much it'd baffling Marcoh to be too late for flat TVs but ahead enough for Ibuprofen. Speaking of, he takes out the bottle Uruha handed to him. ]

Like these. You can have this.

[ Since Mizu is so fucked up. ]

......

I know they look kind of like candy but you shouldn't take too much.

[purities]

[HELP it's us versus historical technological developments.......

just. holds this bottle of ibuprofen. i guess.

...]

How much is too much?

[boxcar]

Uh, I think it says on the bottle.

[ Idr basically don't pop them like they're skittles. ]

I think too much at once is bad for your heart or something.

[purities]

Noted.

[turning the bottle over to read through the tiny text. hmm...]

As are most things in excess, really.

[boxcar]

Ay. I assume I can trust that you would not go and make yourself worse.

[ Despite Mizu's rapid descension into idiocy for the whims of mg. ]

[purities]

Of course. I know how to take care of myself.

[CLEARLY NOT]

[boxcar]

[ Truly he has faith in Mizu for what. He just nods. Good. ]

Good. We need no more corpses.