Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Medic!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 228!

You’ll retain everything you were given previously.

PLEASE NOTE: Because you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make two in-character posts or else you will be considered inactive once more.

Enjoy your stay!

     He’d felt trapped by a dream at first. To wake up somewhere foreign yet so painfully familiar, left to sit upright in a bed not quite your own, yet pleasantly soothing no less, with eyes wandering from corner to corner to every oddity and every carefully placed piece of furniture presenting itself in comforting, gaudy forms. He was careful in freeing himself from the confines of an all too warm mess of blankets, noting vague imprints beside his own though dwelling no further in entertaining maddening thoughts through those little details. A blind guess made half in hopes of providing comfort and half thanks to mere ignorance; this was simply another portion of his Keep. One he’d simply not yet explored given the lack of blinding golden walls streaked with sunlight.

    It made sense for the moment... An illusion destroyed the very instant he’d pushed through that slightly ajar door, entering the hallway, staring down a spiral staircase then following its shape, step by step, to the first floor. This was no castle and certainly no home of his in which he could recall. The hefty weight of his scepter soon summoned into his hold. Turning the corner, expecting something equally as horrific to appear, joining the strangely shaped luxuries scattered throughout rooms causing a further cacophony of confused theories to litter an otherwise “empty” mind.

     To see another wasn’t entirely out of the question, yet still no less startling given that intimidating height. Instincts holds true in presenting that carefully crafted facade towards the face of danger; stance oh-so-cocky, chest jutted forward and chin held high, judging wears before facial features.

“Oh. I have an answer for this. One moment.”

“Excuse me? You’re not allowed in here!”

Martha had just been heading out of work from the zoo, only to see an unfortunately familiar face heading in. It was hard to forget the man who had stolen several of their birds and almost gotten away with more.

“Aren’t you too old to be doing that? Shouldn’t you be in a retirement home? Or dead?”

OVERDUE MEMES // NOT ACCEPTING NO TOUCH ME ANGY

@notyourpocket​  said: 💪 ||  💪 - over the shoulder.

     A defender by heart, misplaced in a world far beyond his understanding. Any excuse to fulfill his role is one worth taking. Atop the snow covered roofs of a condo, Ludwig’s home is one he visits frequent, observing the scenic views with helpings to fresh feed collected in a burlap sack. Hours tick by, time killed creating snowballs, testing strength to hit a tree far across dimly lit roads. A lack of sleep has him dozing in the midst of his self-assigned post, having run purely on two to three hours on a daily had exhausted him to his breaking point.

     Being a light sleeper holds little benefits for someone so frequently sleep deprived - yet he finds himself thankful as the sudden stirring of his body forcefully pulls him from a dreamless slumber. Someone was carrying him, and it’s at that moment he feels hot pain swelling in his leg. Heavy armor and a slumped over form earned him the a pitiful trip onto the ground. He assumes the impact had knocked him unconscious - for how long is beyond his knowing. The sky is still dark, he can barely see. His vision is swimming with stars.

“ Unhand me at once... ” A groggy tone lacking its usual malice slithers from his dried throat. Limbs uselessly dangle over the broad shoulder of what he’d assumed to be a stranger. He’s too tired to fight back... Not until he catches a glimpse of familiar red gloves carrying his shovel.

     Lucky him.

      Lips twist into a growing scowl. Not having his shovel makes freeing himself a more daunting task than he would have wished for. There’s only one last chance he has to ensure his freedom, and it’s not one he’s content about doing. Lazed arms rise fighting back against fatigue. His helm slipped carefully into a firm hold, swiveled until red horns point inward towards the two. The man’s not paying any mind - he won’t see him - he hopes. 

     Is he really going through with this...?

Name: Dr. Ludwig Ludwig

Class name/Department class falls under: Health // Physical Education and Health

Curriculum necessities: Charts and models depicting and labeling each of the major systems in the human body (skeletal, muscular, circulatory, digestive, nervous, etc.), visual aids in relation to the effects of drug and alcohol abuse (if possible, either preserved or model smoker’s lung and alcoholic’s liver), and further aids and charts in relation to diet and exercise. Textbooks are assumed to be provided.

Previous experience related with subject to be taught and/or with being a teacher: I have no previous teaching experience, per se, though I have been a practicing physician for the past two decades with experience both formal and informal.

Extra requirements: I would prefer to teach later in the day, if possible, and may need a substitute on call in the event that my medical services are needed more urgently elsewhere.

“ Well I’ll be damned. ” Hard to mistake a man like the Medic. Aside from a strong accent and a boisterous personality, his broad build combo’d with a proud stature easily set him apart from the crowd. Stands out like a damn sore thumb, that one, and it’s a relief, really. If anyone has answers, it would be him - and if not? There’s always the pleasant conversations they’d had.

    A crooked smile grows as he calls out to the man, uncaring of the questioning gazes casting judgments towards his raised voice. They can keep to being quiet like after he’d gotten hold of his attention. “ DOC’! Feels like a darn century since we last met up. ” Maybe it has, if the drastic changes lingering just outside of this library has any say.