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lines taken from various characters and events found in  punchline’s  game  ,  rule of rose  ( 2006 ) .  feel free to change pronouns   ( he , she , they , i , etc )   &  tenses as you feel necessary .

“ it wasn’t me  ,  honest ! ”

“ i’ll never let myself be tied up again ”

“ only you greeted me warmly ”

“ i’ll never break a promise again ”

“ what has happened can never be undone ”

“ you don’t deserve to be forgotten ”

“ i never want to lose you again ”

“ you’re filthy ! ”

“ she follows me everywhere  ;  it’s pathetic ”

“ you deserve to be gobbled up ”

“ get lost before i smack you ”

“ it was your fault that i got into trouble ! ”

“ let’s have a little talk ”

“ i’ll never get along with her ”

“ i know what you’re doing ”

“ she was writing you a love letter ”

“ have you found what you’re looking for ? ”

“ please lead us ”

“ i won’t lose to you ”

“ i didn’t want to do that  ,  i was just so scared ”

“ we’re still friends  ,  aren’t we ? ”

“ we make a great team ”

“ we have to pray from a distance ”

“ you don’t suspect me of stealing it  ,  do you ? ”

“ i’m fine  ,  really  ;  i’m not upset at all ”

“ it’s too late now ”

“ we need you  ,  we don’t know what to do ! ”

“ oh  ,  why can’t they all just go to hell ? ”

“ you will be duly punished ”

“ how very delightful life is ”

“ i don’t want to touch him ”

“ why does it have to be you ? ”

“ i’ll do anything for you ”

“ let’s run away together ”

“ this is your life  ,  but you’ll play by my rules ”

“ there are really only two kinds of people in the world  :  those who take orders  ,  and those who give them ”

“ no one wants to be alone ”

“ where are you going ? ”

“ please don’t leave me ”

“ who wants to be buried alive ? ”

“ today is the day of your funeral ”

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   Apparently in the TT guidebook, it’s revealed that Erhard actually stayed in prison voluntarily because ( in the words of someone in the TC server ) “ he doesn’t want to reveal what Sartre did to the public ( it mentions Sartre being dead here; I’m not sure if that’s why he wants to stay quiet, or if Erhard refuses to rat Sartre out on principal – I personally find the latter more interesting ), so he decides to keep operating to work off his sentence, while bearing the burden of being seen as culpable in the eyes of the public ” . 

   This is not canon to this blog. Erhard doesn’t personally resent Sartre for what he did to Erhard himself, but he resents Sartre for everything else. 

   Fuck Sartre. Canon is mine to control.

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˗ˏˋ prxgnosis‌.

“Our world, huh?” 

He cocks an eyebrow at that. That entire notion kind of goes over his head, it really just sounds like some sci-fi nonsense.

“You mean… Portland? I wouldn’t quite call that a world… Unless you’re being poetic or something. You know I’m bad with that stuff.”

So was everyone in this damn city taken against their will? Does this count as abduction? …Can you call it abduction on this large of a scale?

“But restless? You? Mr. Sits-Patiently-In-A-Freezer-When-Off-Work?” he chuckles.

He couldn’t resist making the jab. Really though, having seen that spark light in the kid’s eyes when he steps into the OR firsthand, he can understand why he would feel that way.

“…No hospitals around here have snagged you yet, then? Their loss.”

He exhales, pulling his cigarette from his mouth briefly to tap away the ashes.

“What, you’re offering to pay then? C’mon, take it, it’s free food.”

   “ I am decidedly not being poetic. ” He shakes his head. Might as well tell him now... “ There are people here who are not human. I haven’t talked to them much, but I don’t doubt for a second that... ” ... He’s gonna sound insane, but it’s the truth...

  “ ... there are, at the very least, paranormal inhabitants here. ” He exhales, breath audibly shaking as he gauges Gabriel’s expression for a moment. 

  He knows he’s changed. A few years ago, he would have been perfectly content to stay in his cell for the rest of his life because that’s the only world he would ever understand. It was torture, but the thought of what was out there was torture as well. Now, everything feels like torture.

  He works his jaw, blinking slowly and clenching and unclenching his hands in and out of a fist to calm himself down.

  “ There is one hospital I applied to, but they haven’t... responded, unfortunately. ” Plus, there doesn’t seem to be any point in ‘saving lives’ when these people seem to wake up just fine sooner or later, but... he still wants to help people, regardless of whether they need to have their ‘lives saved’ or not.

  “ ... Alright. ” He’ll take the food, then! He sees no point in debating it, after all.

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˗ˏˋ caducenurse‌.

❝As am I, doctor. I was afraid I would be the only one here from our world. It appears I’m the only one from Caduceus here, but you’re here too. That would make me less lonely, right?❞

Angie was sincere with her words. She had panicked, wondering why Derek, Victor, the director, heck… ANYONE from Caduceus had not been dragged here with her. Hopefully they were getting along well enough. She knew Leslie would most likely be assisting Dr. Stiles, but what about Dr. Chase? 

Eyes welling up with sympathy, the blonde makes eye contact with him. She wanted to help, the poor guy seemed… Well, she didn’t want to assume, but he must have been lonely, right? Angie could understand.

❝You’re not a Caduceus doctor, but you must have coworkers that miss you terribly? I really hope everyone’s doing alright…❞ A beat. ❝Doctor, if you need someone to talk you, you can talk to me… I may not be your nurse, but I can be a friend. You seem to know my doctor well, and any friend of Derek’s is a friend of mine as well!❞

A smile.

    He seems-- actually kind of surprised when she offers those words. He seems to study her for a moment, trying to parse if somehow he misunderstood what she just said. His eyes widen the most minute amount, and recognition flickers on his face.

            She doesn’t know who I am.

    Well, that’s relieving. She’s a blank slate when it came to knowledge about him-- unless she just hasn’t put two-and-two together or something, so it’s good. Even if she is pitying him, there are worse things to be pitied for.

   He exhales, slightly audibly, somewhere between a wheeze and a sigh, however soft and barely audible it might be. His head lowers a minute amount, and if she were to very carefully squint, she might see his jaw tense ever so slightly. His hands clench, and he presses his thumbs against his pointer fingers’ joints until he feels them crack, before clenching and unclenching his fingers to calm himself a little. He lifts his head, meeting her gaze again.

   Look at her nose, that’s how you do it. It’ll be perfect eye contact, like a normal person... Nose, or the space between her eyebrows, right? Not her forehead, or her lips, that’s too off-angle.

   “ I worked as a trauma surgeon in Resurgam First Care. It’s in Maine. ” He wonders if she’ll say anything about that. He’s never had someone outright offer to be his friend before, except for maybe Maria, but she tried to punch him when she found out who he was. Idly, he wonders if Miss Thompson is going to punch him too, but that thought is frankly absurd and he casts it off almost immediately.

   “ I’m not closely acquainted with Dr. Stiles, but his advice was invaluable when I did speak to him. He’s an excellent doctor, and if you’re his nurse, I trust your skills as well. ”

   A nod.

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hands you this.

also, hands you this.

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one part of a print im doing for internexus 2016!!! will draw the rest of the squad

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pretty damn sick of delving into the medical aes tag on tumblr and immediately getting bombarded with absolute bullshit,

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˗ˏˋ prxgnosis.

A few months… Poor kid. He definitely looks worse for the wear.

“Yeah. One minute I’m asleep in my office, the next, I’m here. Kinda strange saying that out loud, but…”

He shakes his head. He thought this whole mess was a dream at first, and promptly went back to sleep. However, the second time he woke up and found his surroundings unchanged proved… Well, it proved something. Who knows. There’s not much use in dwelling over it.

“…Hey, let’s find somewhere better than the middle of the street to talk. You hungry? I’m buyin’.”

    He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, listening to Gabe speak and nods slowly, working his jaw.

   “ That’s about what happened to me, too. I fell asleep-- ” in his cell-- “ and just woke up here. I don’t think anyone knows how they really got here... ” Another small sigh. “ I haven’t been able to work very much, either. I’ve been... ” what’s the best word... “... restless. ” Yes. That. “ However, I did meet a young woman who seems to be from our world, as well, at least, so it’s not just us two from there. ”

    He looks up, when food is offered. “ ... Ah, you don’t have to pay... ” Blink blink.

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˗ˏˋ prxgnosis‌.

Yep, it’s him alright. He just has to laugh a bit at that reaction.

“Hey, I’m just as surprised as you. Thought for a second I was seeing things.”

Roni, add visual hallucinations to the symptoms.

Gabe clearly looks relieved himself, offering the kid an exhausted grin and a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“But seriously, it’s good to see you.”

     Roni no don’t do that. CR himself looks even worse in comparison, his previously heavy eyebags looking about ten times as bad, his skin somehow even paler, and he looks absolutely absurdly happy to see a familiar face. Well-- again, as absurdly happy as you can get with him.

    “ I’ve been here for... a while. A few months, if I’d wager a guess... ” He exhales. “ Did you just show up here? ” He was SO LONELY.  

    His hands are actually trembling a little bit with how relieved he is, actually. He blinks when Gabe claps him on the shoulder, but doesn’t flinch or anything. 

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˗ˏˋ prxgnosis‌.

Hopelessly lost and wandering some city he’s never even heard of. Great. Just perfect. No, this is fine! Just the way he wanted to spend his afternoon. This is what he gets for trying to get used to his new surroundings, huh?

Gabe’s about to give up and try to retrace his steps when, across the street, he spots an oddly familiar figure. 

“…Hm?”

What’s he doing here?

“Is that you, kid?”

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   Decidedly, this is awful. He can’t do the one thing he’s good at, here, being a goddamn doctor-- maybe if that hospital responded, but... For now, he has nothing to do but walk around, and see if he can find anything to help him feel a little, tiny bit better--

        Huh.

              What...?

  He turns around very quickly at hearing a familiar voice, owlishly looking around for the source of it, before his sight lands on-- !!

  “ Dr. Cunningham?! ”  Wow. He sounds remarkably surprised, considering his normal tone of voice-- though, by normal standards, he just sounds mildly taken off-guard. He glances across the street briefly to make sure he’s not, like, hit by a car or anything, and fast-walks over towards him. 

“ You-- You’re here, too...?! ” Oh my god. Oh my god, a familiar face. He could seriously cry, but he’s not going to.

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      “ ...? ”

     Why did he get this weird feeling all of a sudden...? It couldn’t be...

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...thinking about creating a new blog for a new character

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GABE?????????????!!!?!?

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    “ I always laughed a little bit whenever I had to centrifuge bacteria back at the college, because imagine you’re just chilling in some broth with your buds, and then someone comes along and puts you in a tube and spins you at fucking 14,000 RPM. ”

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hospital sketches

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˗ˏˋ caducenurse.

The mild surprise was seen, and Angie couldn’t help but be mildly amused. She could tell that he wasn’t expecting her to be here, and frankly, it was the same for her too. When she had first been dumped off here, she had been lost. Ripped away from everything that made her happy. Her job, her friends, and him. Yet, the loneliness seemed to disappear as she sees the other shows his blatant remembrance.

The surgeon and herself, they were both of the same word. And they were both here. Fate must have been smiling on Angie, to run into someone from a medically advanced US who happened to be on the medical front likes - just like her. The nurse returns her ID to her purse and returns eye contact to the doctor. Smile wide, the young woman nods.

❝Ja, Herr Doktor!❞ Ooh, she’s always wanted to say that. ❝You’ve got the right man. So, you do know about him. How lovely!❞

     He’s-- incredibly thankful, if not then overwhelmingly relieved. Even if this woman wasn’t from Resurgam, at the very least, she’s from his world. That’s something, at least, and he can’t help but be thankful for that--

                 -- does she know you’re innocent?--

     He tries not to think about that part very much.

     He tilts his head a little in response to the woman-- Miss Thompson? That’s what the ID had said, at least-- and he idly wishes he had some sort of identification for himself beyond a lanyard from Resurgam, but he doesn’t care too much either way. She seemed to recognize he’s a doctor, so that would most likely be enough.

      “ Yes, we’re acquainted. I’ve consulted with him once. ” About a treatment, of course. He, honestly, can’t stop remembering that day-- not just for speaking with Stiles ( he actually, uh, didn’t know Stiles was kind of famous when he had spoken with him, just knew he was good ) but for everything else. “ I’m... glad to find someone from my-- our world. ”