Tuesday 22nd Who: Doc and Open Where: Neutral Territory or walking through Oma, Tawa, or Lawu territory. Why: Taking a break from tending the hungover sick. When: Tuesday 22nd Dec - Close to Noon
There isn't enough day light hours now that winter encroached the Locks. there's too much to do and far too cold to stay up past sunset. However, today was the day after the End of the World Party and Charles (-Doc-) needed to make far too many rounds to bring Amy along. He knew of an old woman (though she hated to be called old) who was an Owa who was sweet as sugar and dependable as a mule. Since he helped treating her for her grout as best he could, he and Babs had come to an understanding and when his day was far too demanding for a four year old girl to tag along, he'd drop Amy with Babs.
He had spent most of his morning dashing from home to home, territory to territory that would allow him, to find that he mostly had hangovers to contend with. He recommended juice, water, rest, and to avoid having more alcohol until the Christmas parties. After all, he explained, drinking was practically walking in a desert. Around noon, Charles began to slow down. There wouldn't be many hours left, just about five, but he knew a break was needed. So he headed to his Medical Post, which was really more or less a place where people left notes on a chalk board asking if he could drop by their place, his feet aching and legs slightly sore. Charles might of been in the best shape of his life, but it just had been one of those mornings.