THE BOX OFFICE

[tellthestory]

This is where you can meet privately with the Balladeer! The Balladeer is almost always around during the day; just knock.

(Secretly, the door's usually not locked if he's inside. But you wouldn't want to be rude, would you?)

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[tellthestory]

Really? [He smiles a little.] That's funny. What month was it?

[dechagny]

[gdit I wish I knew specifically]

It was nearing autumn, I believe. The exact date escapes me. Why exactly do you find that funny?

[tellthestory]

[I'm sorry, you touched the Really Specific Historical Event button]

It's not funny-funny, it's just...coincidental. I knew a guy from that year once.

[He looks thoughtful for a moment, before shaking his head.]

Anyway, I guess my point is, what do you know about germs? I think European doctors moved faster on that than American ones.

[dechagny]

[Is it also a really specific hint button?]

Really? I don't take you for the...what, time-travelling kind?

[As for germs? Uh. Well. He did figure out the shower, and he's going to have to ask someone about cleaning clothes, and cooking food properly, but he doesn't feel sick now...]

What exactly must I know about germs? I do take care to keep myself in good health.

[tellthestory]

[Eh.]

More or less, yeah. [He flaps a hand dismissively.] I don't do any of that anymore.

On the most basic level, just don't...if someone's injured, for the love of god, wash whatever you put on it first. And don't touch people's wounds with your disgusting dirty hands! [This seems to be a topic he feels strongly about, but somewhere in his morass of disgust he realizes how that sounds and stops, holding up a placating hand towards Raoul.] Not you specifically, I mean. No one should be doing that.

[dechagny]

[Giving you the flattest look right now. He knows how soap works, thank you very much.]

I shall keep that in mind.

[tellthestory]

[Have you met any American doctors from your time period friend]

I'm serious. If anyone dies of infection here, I am going to lose my mind.

[dechagny]

[Not yet]

Well, surely it will not spread to you if you are in here?

[tellthestory]

What?

No, figuratively. That's a terrible way to die, and I don't want it happening again.

[dechagny]

[...Hm. Again?]

No doubt it is a horrible form of death. Though, I have not known someone to come back from such a fate and...live to tell the tale.

[tellthestory]

...nooooo, they usually don't.

[?????]

[dechagny]

[Look bro you hinted something here]

But...mm. Well, perhaps there's nothing to wonder about when it comes to that. I shall be very cleanly.

[tellthestory]

[He seems to have zero idea what you might be implying.]

Right. [.....] Anyway. You should really ice that.

[dechagny]

If I find some ice, I shall.

[He's pretty sure it'll be in the electric ice box.]

[tellthestory]

Should be some in the fridge.

[yes dear thank you]