4. You're sounding very like one to me just now.

[bestsir]

Who: Harry Goodsir and OPEN TO ALL
What: Open log for any and all nonsense
Where: Mostly Milton, but a little Lakeside as well
When: May and stuff
Warnings: TBD but you know, Harry's canon is what it is.

I. Milton

Out of any given month, Harry Goodsir spends at least three weeks in Milton. He has a fairly constant routine now that is ripe for disruption: in the mornings, he is at home to anyone who needs medical assistance, and then after lunch he makes a round of the town to see if there's anyone who needs help who is unable to come to him, or who refuses to look after themselves for their own good and needs some gentle prodding. Around tea-time he stops off at the community hall, making himself available there. Then he returns to his cabin for the rest of the evening, again available to anyone who needs help or indeed any social callers. Likely as not, one will find him reading one of the scientific or medical texts he's scrounged from Milton and Lakeside.

II. Lakeside

Harry tries to get over to Lakeside for about a week each month, to check in on how things are going there, to scrounge for more supplies, and to visit his friends who live there as well. His routine there is much like that in Milton.

III. The hot springs

Every now and then, Harry hikes up to the hot springs for what passes as rest and relaxation for an afternoon. If there are others there, he may hang around somewhat awkwardly until they leave before getting in himself, or he might just give up and go home. But if there's no one there, he will get in and stay there for a good while. Which means he is liable to be surprised by anyone who happens by.

IV. Wildcard

Amidst all this routine, there is plenty of opportunity for Stuff to Happen; feel free to come up with any scenario that suits.

Comments

[bestsir]

Goodsir mentally rearranges his schedule as he follows Lalo's lead.

"I ... well, I trained as an anatomist, originally. I believe another word for it in your time is 'pathologist'? But I worked with my father in his medical practice, and then served as assistant surgeon and naturalist on HMS Erebus—that was ... that was just before I came here."

That last phrase is doing a lot of work.

"But of psychology, I know very little—that is a science that did not exist in my time. The study of the mind and its workings, yes?"

[salamanca]

Poor Goodsir. What a trooper.

"Ah. Right. Old timey guys. I forgot." Lalo looks distracted, anxious, as he gently guides Goodsir in the direction of his new house. Lalo's stomach hurts. "Hey, uh. Listen. But you, uh, you know about doctor/patient confidentiality, right?"