open | leave the horror here

[castitas]

Who: Kate Marsh + you!
What: Making rosehip tea/syrup shenanigans; nightmares; feast preparations + more!
When: The month of October.
Where: Various places around Milton.

Content Warnings: Warnings in the individual prompts. As a general rule, themes of depression and suicide, possibly mentions of suicide attempt from last month from It Speaks prompt.




contact: heolstor / _heolstor @ discord for plotting!

Comments

had to hit this back immediately because i'm laughing so much

[castitas]

Her mouth opens and then promptly closes. Oh, shoot— yeah, wait that's... not a thing yet, isn't it? It's... um, well— asylums are a thing, aren't they? Kate does her very best not to cringe a little at the thought.

"It's like—" How does she describe this. "A medical professional, who specialises in a person's mental health. Therapy is where you talk about stuff. Like when you feel anxious or depressed or..."

In Mr Hickey's case:

"... delusions of grandeur."

[bestsir]

The field of mental health is still very much in its infancy in Goodsir's day—but he is aware of the Royal Edinburgh Hospital, and how its superintendent Dr. MacKinnon—rather than locking up the inmates in cells, Bedlam-fashion—seeks to engage them in healthier pursuits; crafts, gardening, and so forth. So he at least somewhat grasps what Kate is getting at, though he has a difficult time understanding anxiety or depression as anything other than an emotional state rather than a health condition.

Still, at least the last bit makes sense.

"So a physician but of the mind, rather than the body," he says, and laughs hollowly. "Such a physician would find Mr. Hickey a fascinating case indeed, I imagine."

[castitas]

"Yeah, basically that." she confirms with a nod. "It kinda sucks there isn't one who's like that here. It'd... probably make everyone's lives a little easier."

But... looks like they're all stuck here, with no therapists, and Mr Hickey. Kate sighs a little, shaking her head.

"I'm just... going to try to avoid him." she tells him. "Well, the best I can, considering we're all in one place."

[bestsir]

"Do so," he says. "And if you must speak to him, assume at all times that he has some other, more selfish motive. He cannot be trusted."

we can maybe wrap this one?

[castitas]

Kate nods, her expression grim for a moment. She understands. It's not a pleasant thought. But she's thoughtful for a bit, they could probably both do with not thinking about Mr Hickey for a little while.

"... Would you like to help me decant this?" She motions to the pan of syrup, still hot but now cooling a little. "I've got bottles and jars drying in the oven, they should be ready now."

Works for me!

[bestsir]

"Of course." He smiles; it's like when he was a boy and sometimes helped his aunt and mother with their preserves. Happy to leave thoughts of Hickey behind for the moment, he gets to work.