Dr. Linden Cress (zugzwangplay) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2020-03-10 13:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: june 26 - july 2, allen bellamy, courtenay auster, linden cress, viola rosier |
monster hospital
Who: Dr. Cress & Dr. Rosier & Maj. Auster & Marshal Bellamy
What: Setting the Bones
Where: Glynn’s Clinic
When: Saturday, July 2 (evening into nightfall)
The train arrived a bit ahead of schedule, given the light travel that typically accompanied the day after Carnivale. While reports about Glynn had varied in calling it either quaint or uncivilized, he found that it predictably was somewhere in the middle. It was neither a fetid pit, nor was it particularly charming. It just was simply what it was, an Aurellian countryside town. Predictable in both its charm and its disappointments.
The Rosiers had sent their car, which was there early and thus his departure from the station towards the clinic was quick and efficient. The driver knew the area well, and despite the bumps on frequent lengths of unpaved road, the vehicle arrived without incident just as light was starting to fade from the summer sky. Stepping out of the car without waiting for the driver to open the door, Linden squinted up at the sky, levying some sort of internal judgement about the state of the weather. Once he’d sufficiently glared at it, he went around to the boot and instructed the driver on which things needed to be brought into the clinic and which could be delivered to the manor house.
Linden carried with him his own surgeon’s bag; shiny black leather, clean as its owner’s shoes but less inclined to pick up the dust from the walk to the door. He was dressed in a well-tailored but otherwise unremarkable gray suit with suitable but uninteresting accessories, down to the pair of black leather gloves he wore on his long-fingered hands. He was taller than most men, and he ducked his head slightly and removed his hat as he entered the clinic after the driver (who was carrying a small, immaculate metal trunk).
“Well,” he greeted the clinic neutrally, putting his bag and hat onto the reception counter and shrugging off his suit coat. “Where’s the patient?”