SEPTEMBER CATCH-ALL

[leicesters]

🧙 WHO: Claude and you!
⚔️️ WHAT: September shenanigans - potion mishaps and pain-tolerant badassery
🕒 WHEN: Throughout the month
🗺️ WHERE: Around Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: CWs for branding and consensual submission for the second and third prompts.

1. POTION DISASTER
[Potions had become something of a side hobby for Claude since he arrived on the island earlier in the year. Much like his fascination with poison back home, he liked experimenting with different ingredients and seeing what kind of -- hopefully non-lethal -- effects he could produce. Who knows when that knowledge could be useful one day? However, without a magical talent for alchemy granted to him on arrival, his actual ability is still... quite some ways away from mastery.

Which is why he has a case full of dud potions he's dutifully carrying back to the nearest apothecary where they can be disposed of responsibly, or, at the very least, salvaged into something usable by someone who actually knows what they're doing.

Should you be unfortunate enough to pass by him, it's at that exact moment that he trips, and he watches in horror as the case upends right out of his hands and sends a potion (or two, or three, or five) crashing into the unfortunate victim, drenching them.]

Gah--! I'm so sorry! Let me help--!

[Feel free to choose whatever disastrous effect you want the potion to have, or RNG something from this list. Just keep in mind Claude hasn't mastered potion-brewing so the effects are going to skew negative or just plain weird from his mess-ups.]


2. THE PAIN-TOLERANT BADASS (cw: branding)
[Having gotten wind of preparations for the autumn equinox, and being well aware of what nasty repercussions could happen when spirits are allowed to move about unchecked in Avalon, Claude decided it was best to help pitch in and take on one of the spirit guardians. He's not sure he trusts the entire process, honestly, but the locals seem to swear by it, and the costs of not having enough volunteers probably outweigh the risks of helping.

Which is why Claude is stripped down to the waist, sitting on a block of obsidian and eyeing up a potential volunteer to help with the preparations.]

Are you sure you want to do this? I may be gorgeous, but this won't be pretty.


3. THE CARING BADASS (cw: consensual submission)
[For anyone who wants to volunteer to take care of Claude! As this will vary according to CR, feel free to write your own starter or comment and I'll write a personalised starter. Claude will only agree to this with people he has preexisting CR with and who he trusts; feel free to hit me up via PM/moonsilver#4734/moonsilver if you're not sure.]


4. WILDCARD
[Choose your own adventure! As above, write your own starter or hit me up to plot.]

Comments

[ichoosefight]

[ Steph made the terrible mistake of trying to catch the falling bottles, only to have one spill on her shirt and another break in her hand. She pauses, waiting for the liquid to melt her clothes or burn her or something. It doesn't, so instead she pulls the bottom of her shirt away so it can drip over the ground instead of onto her pants. ]

It's fine, no damage done.

[ Her tone is definitely annoyed, but it's a waste of energy to direct it at the stranger. She makes a face over the weirdly greasy feel of the potion on her shirt.

After a moment a red liquid starts dripping along with the green. Her hand is bleeding, profusely. ]

[leicesters]

Not so sure about that.

[She must've cut her hand on some shattered glass. He doesn't wait for her to respond -- old battlefield experience has taught him it's best to treat wounds quickly before finding a healer -- so he puts the crate and the surviving potions down, then tears at one of his sleeves, removing enough fabric to make it into a makeshift bandage.]

Here, let me bind it up for you to stop the bleeding.

[ichoosefight]

Huh?

[ She's too confused by the blood to react at first other than letting go of her shirt and staring at her hand. She had felt the cut, but it felt like a small scrape. The injury itself is hard to see under the stream of blood its producing.

She should be doing something about this, shouldn't she? She's worked triage, she even has healing magic, it shouldn't be so hard to remember what to do. Put pressure on it, right? She presses her other palm into the injury, making it sting a little. That seems odd, but so does the spinning sensation in her head.

He was saying something. ]

What?

[leicesters]

Never mind. [Is she in shock? No point in trying to talk to her in that case, instead taking her hand and wrapping it up tight in the cloth.]

I'll take you to the apothecary; they should have something there to stem the bleeding.

[ichoosefight]

[ She lets him take her hand, using the other to cover her mouth when a wave of nausea washes over her. This feels like blood-loss. Why is she losing blood? ]

What was in that stuff? I've been shot and it bled less than this.

[ Apothecary. That's a British pharmacy, right? She should probably just let him take the lead here. ]

[leicesters]

That one, uh... Maybe that one had a rare plant called a daggerflower? I read that in tiny quantities, it can be good for easing indigestion or similar problems. But mix it with the wrong things, and the results can be... pretty extreme.

[He grabs the case, and leads her to his destination.]

It's treatable, usually. So you should be fine! I think. [You're really inspiring confidence here, Claude.]

[ichoosefight]

Daggerflower?

[ That's a terrible name for a plant. Where were they going again? She presses her palm into the wound again and follows after him, only wobbling a little.

Oh, she should elevate it! She puts her hands, still clasped, on top of her head. It's definitely going to leave a red mark on her blonde hair. ]

If you accidentally killed me, you are so dead.

[leicesters]

Are you going to haunt me from the afterlife?

[He looks behind him to make sure she's keeping up okay. The only thing that would make this worse is if he had to carry her there.]

You're gonna get blood in your hair if you-- you know what, never mind. [There are more pressing things to worry about, and she seems to think it'll help.]

[ichoosefight]

[ The ground is wobbling more now. No wait, that's Steph. She's starting to sound sort of drunk, too. At least the blood hasn't soaked all the way through the makeshift bandage yet. ]

Full on, Ghostbusters style. Poltergeist. Drag you to Hell from the walk-in closet.

[ In her mind those thoughts string together in a comprehensible manner. ]

Can you tell me when we get there so I can slide onto the nice soft ground?

[leicesters]

Ghosts? Hell? Now it sounds like you're trying to put an ancient Faerghus curse on me or something.

[Not that she'll know what Faerghus is, but one or two confusing references deserve another, and keeping her talking, even if it's nonsense, is a good idea.]

It's not far, just a block from here.

[ichoosefight]

When I get fergalicious, you'll know.

[ She's not sure what she's saying anymore. But she's always been chatty, and she sees no reason to stop just because she's bleeding to death from a tiny glass cut.

She groans and comes to an abrupt stop, moving her hands from her head to her mouth. ]

Oh... I... I'm gonna be sick.