video; un: GOSUCKADUCK

[substances]

Name: Klaus Hargreeves
Date: today-ish
Format: video
WARNING: Probable drug use discussion in the comments, will warn in headers. Pop a request in your subject line if you want to avoid discussion of drug use, and I will oblige.

[It is pretty obvious that whoever is using the watch is not used to cell-phone style devices. Used to being recorded, yes, of course, but not like...selfies or recording himself. So at first the video swings wildly and dizzily all over the place before settling on a very close up recording of a single green eye. Then the camera pans out, and Klaus lifts a hand with "Hello" clearly tattooed on the palm to wave with a little wiggle of his fingers.

He's grinning, but he looks exhausted. Are the smudges around his eyes from sleep deprivation or smudged eyeliner? The world will never know.]

Hello, citizens! Or whatever we're calling ourselves this fine day. Victorian-era folks? Old-timey wizards? Whatever, whatever, you know what I mean.

[A pause, and he rubs at one eye, still smiling.]

So. Important question. If a guy were in say...some serious physical and-or emotional pain, where would he go to get a little relief in this place?

[A pause, and he lifts his free hand to cover his face, shaking his head, murmuring under his breath.]

No no no...that's not right. Fuck, there's probably not even an NA chapter in this place.

[A few seconds, he gives his head another shake, and the smile comes back up as if it never left.]

Or, well, you know! Other distractions. Right. Non-medicinal distractions. What do you do for fun around here?

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un: kyrie

[oratoria]

[Oh look, someone else who doesn't seem to know too much about how to use cell phone devices too well. Kyrie starts filming perhaps a little sooner than intended, brows knit together in a slight frown as she takes in Klaus' appearance.]

I've only just arrived here so I don't know much about where you can go to for help, but I've always found it helps to talk to somebody when you're feeling in pain. Sometimes getting whatever it is that's troubling you off your chest can make all the difference.

[She takes a moment, looking like she's questioning herself before she goes ahead.]

I know we haven't met, and you can tell me to mind my own business, but are you alright?

[substances]

[Oh. This girl looks sweet and worried. Annnnd she totally misses that he was asking about drugs, which is probably definitely for the best...and suggesting he talk out his pain with someone, and asking him if he's alright.

Wow. Yeah. She's sweet and helpful and cute and exactly the type of person who Klaus should not go anywhere near, and he knows it.

But Klaus is not the type of person with the self-control to save other people from himself.]

Oh...oh yeah yeah yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. Just tired. Surviving the apocalypse really takes it out of you, you know.

[Toward the end, his voice is full of sarcasm that makes his voice sound all rough, and he waves a hand, letting out a little laugh.]

Or should I say, failing to save the world from the apocalypse. Ah well. That's all done and over with and I'm probably having some coma dream now. Hello, coma dream person. You're nice.

[oratoria]

[Well that's... a lot.

Kyrie listens carefully and visibly startles as he mentions the apocalypse. Wow. No wonder he looks so wrung out and tired. So he's been through a lot, and then wound up here? No wonder the poor man's in pain.]

Oh I'm not- I'm just as real as you are I'm afraid, but thank you. It's nice to meet you, my name is Kyrie.

[She offers him a reassuring smile before curiosity gets the better of her.]

When you say apocalypse... do you mean an actual apocalypse or just a really terrible situation?

Un ma voice

[stopfen]

Go to the hospital or find a healer if you're in that much pain. [It's gruff. Though she got nothing for emotional pain.]

[substances]

There's a hospital here? Oh, you know, that might just be helpful...

[Rubbing his chin thoughtfully for a moment, he seems to be in deep thought, then he waves his hand.]

On second thought, no, I'm fine. Any suggestions on what sort of entertainment people get up to around here?

[stopfen]

There's several... [And whatever slight concern that might have been there, evaporates. Why didn't the Coven witches tell him? This was important.]

I work. [RELAXING.] Or I garden, my new boss says that it's good I already know how to grow herbs... Though I think some of the others are working on getting the theaters in business again.

[They'd been reopened. But actors and full performances took time to arrange.]

video; u/n l.yagami

[worldcleansing]

If you're in physical pain, you should see a doctor. Whatever's causing the problem should be treated.

Emotional pain is different, but the solution's the same. It's not a quick fix and in this case, a quick fix also results in a temporary fix. Is it caused by arriving here?

[substances]

[Oh man, the people here really don't get what he's actually asking for, do they? God.

For the best, it's for the best if no one can tell him where to get his fix, right? Because he's detoxing. Right. Detoxing. Not that he can really remember why when his skin is crawling the way it is.]

Right, right, when you put it that way it just sounds so simple...

[A humorless laugh, and he pushes his hand through his hair, distracted and fidgety.]

Ohhh, I doubt this emotional pain is going anywhere. But I can deal, I can deal, always have...right, and...no? I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm hallucinating right now.

[worldcleansing]

Simple. Not easy. They're not always the same thing.

[ Light can very easily tell that everything isn't alright. ]

Why do you think you're hallucinating? There's enough magic here that I think it would be hard to tell.

video; un: zi-o

[timenace]

Do you need a healer?

[substances]

Healer?

Wait, you mean this whole magic thing, right? I wonder if that would do any good...

[Lifting a hand, he idly scratches at a bare upper arm.]

[timenace]

Mm! A good one should be able to for the physical part, but I don't know if they'll be able to help much with the emotional pain.

[ He seems to trail off, brows furrowed as he considers something. ]

I don't really know if they have things like therapists here actually.

voice; un: crow

[crowsfeat]

[ Others might have missed it, but she couldn't. Mostly because she'd seen that look in others before, heard that particular... tone, when discussing one's pain. ]

That sort of pain is not put away so easily...

[substances]

[Well, it's nice that someone notices what's going on with him, because he can't think of anything else right now besides the way his skin is crawling like there's bugs just underneath it and he can't stop shaking and sweating and he constantly feels like he's about to puke. Just a nonstop carousel of fun for the whole family.]

Ha! You're telling me.

[Shaking his head, he exhales shakily.]

One day at a time.

[crowsfeat]

The body rebels, and claws from within, a beast one cannot slay by simply attacking it.

[ A small sigh. ]

One wonders if your Bonded might be of help, here.

voice; un: styx

[tothemetal]

[everyone's already right on the money with what to do (especially if it's serious, and even Styx can hear that certain wobble in the man's voice) but they don't seem to have gotten to the where yet, so...]

Um, Coven's usually pretty good about helping you out if you need it. Since it's magic 'nd stuff there's a lot they can do that you're kinda on your own for usually.

[unless, you know. he was from a place where magic was normal in which case this was all probably useless! damn. at least the big guy knows for sure he can answer that other question without fucking up, which he does despite the kind of awkward cut it makes from the first point.]

You into music at all?

[substances]

[Oh, right, the Coven. Not a lot of things phase Klaus, and the whole concept of magic and monsters is pretty easy to swallow. It's mostly just the alternate world and old-timey Victorian vibe that are throwing him off.

Though they do have some absolutely stunning fashion options.]

Oh, well. I'll have to check that out, if I can, uh...remember where the Coven is. Who knows, maybe they have something better than whatever I would've taken at home.

[Do they make magic benzos? Who knows?

A beat, though, and then he's nodding at that last question, visibly brightening in a finally not-fake way.]

Yeah, man. There's nothing better than a great mix tape in the bathtub.

[tothemetal]

[as he takes lessons there the Coven is one of the few places that Styx can reliably find without having to really thinking, but it doesn't make him any better at giving out directions. he briefly considers trying anyway but eventually abandons the idea pretty quickly. someone more intelligent than him would surely help the man out.]

Dude, killer! 's good for doing all kinds of stuff, yeah? Even if it's kinda tough here...they don't really got good mobile options or nothing yet.

[and the records were. not quite like the records he was used to seeing at home? but the drummer's a lover of music to the very end, and gramophone use is something he'd picked up surprisingly quickly.]

Spread's way bigger than you'd think for being, um, old-timey and all. Guess because of all of us? But I can tell you some good music stores to hit up if you wanna check it out for yourself...got some band recs too.

un: qionglin

[deadwenwalking]

Sir...

[Wen Ning isn't exactly sure what title to give this person, so he's going to go with basic politeness for now.]

Are you sick or suffering from withdrawal?

[He's not his sister, but he comes from a long line of doctors all the same. While he's unsure what sort of supplies he'll be able to find in this place, he feels it wouldn't be right not to offer assistance.]

[substances]

[Ouch, way to call him out on the network where everyone can see! Or at least that's how he'd feel if he had any shame. Thankfully, he does not.]

Oh, you know, a little bit of column A, a whole lot of column B, you know how it goes.

[A sigh, and he scratches at his upper arm, shifts the watch between his two hands a few times, fidgeting.]

Do you know of something that helps with this?

[deadwenwalking]

A few things.

[He tilts his head, but it's hard to get a decent look at all of the other man's symptoms through the screen.]

It would help if I knew exactly what you were withdrawing from.

[Wen Ning would guess that it's not something magical in nature. Merely a substance. But this world is already so much more advanced than his own, whatever this man had been addicted to might be something he's not familiar with at all. In that case he would only be able to offer basic remedies for the symptoms.]

I can... look you over in person, i-if that would make it easier.

text; un: ajc

[sparkofgoodness]

I'm surprised none of the replies here are asking if you have a bonded. You know, for the recreational stress relief aspect.

text;

[substances]

sadly i do not have a bonded
not sure i even rly remember wat that is
its when u make a pact w/ a monster person rigt?
i just got here like yesterday no luck yet. :(

un: lucerni | video

[magisterium]

[While devices like these are largely unfamiliar to Dorian, they're not so unlike sending crystals, and even if they were, he's always been a very quick study. It's with all his usual confidence that he offers his response, a smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth.]

I'm certain there are as many taverns and wineries here as there are in any other city of its size, unless you're looking for something else.

[Those places were pretty high on his own list of Aefenglom hot spots to investigate, however.]

oh my god, i am so sorry this is late, i moved and it was harder than i thought it would be...

[substances]

[Wow. This message is trouble already. A handsome man with a fabulous moustache talking about wineries and taverns? That's a whole whack of bad decisions, right there.]

Taverns, you say? You, uh...haven't gone looking around for any of those, have you? You know, for posterity.

[Frankly, he's pretty surprised that he even has a mental alarm warning him of impending bad decisions. Must be all that time hanging out with Ben, because the alarm sure sounds like judgy Ben-voice.

Klaus ignores it. As always.]