DRINK YOUR MEDICINE, SIMON

[0:07]*Simon-Blackquill is in his bed, having forgotten about a lot of recent events... things are starting to blur, and it's frustrating, because it feels like memories are literally slipping away from him, as if they were tangible objects being pulled away by gravity. And sleep... oh boy, oh no, he needs to just STOP doing that entirely because he loses chunks of short-term memory like crazy. He doesn't forget every single thing -- at least, not immediately. It takes its time.

He's vaguely aware of why he's here, in bed at hospital, but not of anything that happened last night or what day it even is. He's going through his phone right now, trying to figure out the situation, looking at texts he's sent and received.
[0:09]*Iroquois-Pliskin has at least continued to be the helpful friend that sends reminders of SImon's condition and recent events C:
[0:14]*Dycedarg Beoulve opens Simon's door and knocks on it as he pokes his head in. "Sir Blackquill? How are you feeling today?" Dycedarg is carrying a basket of various foods and drinks on one arm, which has to be more appealing than hospital food
[0:17]*Simon-Blackquill is rather surprised to see... Dycedarg, of all people, bringing food. This can't have happened more than once, could it? Has this happened at all before? He has no idea... the thought crosses his mind that maybe Dycedarg has been doing this for ages.

Spooky. He discards the thought quickly.

"...A tad out of it, perhaps," he replies, rubbing his head and running his fingers through his hair, trying to look as if he'd been sleeping until recently. Of course, he wasn't, but you know.
[0:18]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( 3spoopy5simon ))
[0:20]*Dycedarg Beoulve smiles benignly as he enters. "Well, I thought I might stop in with a few gifts. I've tasted some of this garbage food, and I wouldn't use it as bait for traps, let alone FEED anyone with it." He sets the basket down. There are several fruits, sandwiches, a few bottles of water, and in the center of it is a crystalline bottle, shaped like a teardrop.
[0:26]*Simon-Blackquill doesn't really mind either way, since he can't remember the taste of his food not long after he eats it anyway. What he ate for breakfast -- if he's even had it yet -- is totally lost on him. That, and having eaten food in the clink made him used to digesting utter garbage. But it's a nice gesture regardless. "You've certainly brought more than I'm capable of eating," he remarks, but reaches for something anyway. Sandwich, come to Simon.
[0:32]*Dycedarg Beoulve chuckles. "Well, I wasn't feeling generous so much as hungry. Thought I'd make a day trip of it." He took a sandwich for himself and bit into it. "Mmm, I love these. Oh, there was something else as well. That decanter there? That is medicine, courtesy of Dr. Blastbody. According to him, it contains several reagents meant to stimulate the mind, and prevent further damage. When he heard about your condition, he insisted that I deliver it to you with all haste." He took another bite of his sandwich, to obscure any expression he might be making. "Ajora, these are good sandwiches. I'll need to have more of these made later."
[0:37]*Simon-Blackquill has his own sandwich in his hand, about to bring it to his mouth, when Dycedarg speaks up. He looks down at his sandwich, then the 'medicine' in question. "Oh, did he? When should it be taken, before or after food?" He asks, keeping his sandwich in hand.
[0:43]*Dycedarg Beoulve ponders for a moment. "I'm not sure that he specified. To be safe, perhaps you should drink it first. It's already in a somewhat diluted state as it is, being that I poured it into a bottle of absinthe."
[0:47]*Simon-Blackquill raises an eyebrow. Absinthe...? Why would he pour medicine into that? "That is an... unusual choice," he remarks, placing his sandwich back on the basket and reaching for the medicine.
[1:00]Dycedarg Beoulve: You've seen what Doctor Blastbody can do with alcohol in his lab, haven't you? Absinthe was specifically recommended by the good doctor as a diluting agent
[1:05]Simon-Blackquill: Hm... a good point. Very well, I'll try it.
[1:05]*Simon-Blackquill takes the bottle into his hand and looks it over.
[1:23]*Dycedarg Beoulve sits back. "You don't have to down it all at once, but it should be drunk in its entirety today. That way it can take immediate effect at full strength. Feel free to eat something in between doses, though."
[1:30]*Simon-Blackquill nods, opening the bottle and bringing it close to his nose so he can breathe in the smell. After that, he's quick to take a small drink, mostly getting a taste first of all, and licks his lips after he brings it back. Sure, he drinks a bit more after that, reaching for his sandwich and taking a bite of it next.
[1:32]*Dycedarg Beoulve could laugh at how simple this was. Now all there is to do is to make sure the 'medicine' takes effect. "So, Sir Blackquill, how long do you think it will be before you are released from here? I am told there is a holiday in your world that is of some importance happening soon."
[1:37]*Simon-Blackquill takes the medicine and drinks a bit more of it, closing his eyes as he swallows more of the liquid... the drink is unexpectedly nice, especially for medicine. Maybe he'll start feeling those effects quicker than he thought. "I'm uncertain. I know I've been told before, possibly multiple times, but the information won't commit to memory."
[1:38]*Dycedarg Beoulve takes another bite of his sandwich to mask his smug prick grin. "I see. It's a good thing I came when I did, then. Perhaps I should bring a second dose if the first doesn't have the desired effect. I'll have to ask Doctor Blastbody."
[1:41]*Simon-Blackquill nods and looks over the bottle in his hand once again. "Am I to drink all of this bottle in one sitting, or stretch the contents out...?" Because it won't be easy for him to remember periodic dosages, especially if he wants to keep the nurses from asking questions.
[1:46]Dycedarg Beoulve: One sitting would be best, all things considered. You don't have to down it all at once, but it would be simplest to drink the whole thing somewhat quickly. Don't worry about forgetting, I'll remind you if it's been a while since your last dose.
[1:50]*Simon-Blackquill just takes another sip in understanding, before returning to his sandwich and eating a bit of that first before drinking any further. He's sort of taking his time, trying to get some food in his stomach before finishing it, but Simon doesn't have much of an appetite anyway so after half a sandwich and a little fruit he's back to drinking.
[2:07]*Dycedarg Beoulve opens up a bottle of water and begins to drink it as well. "So, Sir Blackquill, I understand that you might not be executed after all."
[2:09]*Simon-Blackquill's eyes widen and when those words are uttered... he remembers it. Yes, that's right, he's not being executed. He's free, actually. But how he ended up winning his trial, he doesn't remember. Now that... is worrying. Best try to pretend as if it isn't bothering him. "I won't be, no. Quite the twist of fate, that."
[2:26]*Dycedarg Beoulve nods, sipping his drink. "Indeed. I'm sure nobody was expecting that, least of all you. How did it happen?"
[2:29]*Simon-Blackquill is put on the spot, of course. Damn! He takes another drink to give himself time to think about how to respond, and once he's done there, he strokes his chin. "I was put on trial... and my verdict of 'guilty' had been overturned due to the presence of new evidence." Because that's what had to have happened, obviously.
[2:51]*Dycedarg Beoulve smiles widely, as if he were relieved. "Excellent! And you are absolved of all wrongdoing, correct? You are no longer a prisoner?"
[2:53]*Simon-Blackquill isn't actually sure about that. He has no idea if a trial actually happened or not, he's just assuming that's what took place and that he wasn't broken out of prison by Snake, considering he's no longer in his shackles. Yes, that must be it. "Indeed."
[2:55]Dycedarg Beoulve: Fantastic. Then we should celebrate this momentous occasion! Perhaps we should gather the others and observe this Christmas holiday of yours once you're out of the hospital?
[2:56]*Simon-Blackquill thinks this occasion is perfectly worth celebrating! It's a nice idea. Makes him feel appreciated. "That'd be brilliant, I'm all for it." And he takes another drink.
[3:15]*Dycedarg Beoulve got an idea, to see how effective the lethe water is. "So, Simon, on another subject, how was Sir Fulbright the last time you saw him?"
[3:18]*Simon-Blackquill scratches at his head and sips at the mixture of liquid in the bottle, trying to remember... Bobby Fulbright... ...wait a second, he'd been a spy in disguise, hadn't he? "......Lord Beard, are you not aware of the..." wait, no, there was another Bobby Fulbright, wasn't there? Wait. What was making him think that? Simon grunts and rubs his forehead, wondering why these details are becoming fuzzy. It's like as if some fact here was actually dreamed up. "...You aren't aware of his whereabouts at the moment, yourself? I've been in hospital."
[3:20]*Dycedarg Beoulve simply shrugs. "I have been busy in Eagrose, I haven't had much time to come here lately. I didn't see him at Tori's house recently, if that's what you mean."
[3:22]*Simon-Blackquill brings his hand to his chin this time, while his nails on the other hand start drumming along the side of the bottle. "Then... I'm afraid I can't quite recall. He wasn't at the trial." Trial. There WAS a trial, right? Bobby wasn't there.
[3:25]*Dycedarg Beoulve nods along. "Ah, I see. I shall ask Tori, then. Please, continue taking your medicine."
[3:29]*Simon-Blackquill figures he ought to, as his mind seems to be rather fuzzy, still. Maybe it's the alcohol? That might be it. Simon brings the bottle to his lips again and takes a bit of a lengthy drink, trying to finish this off in a timely manner. The sooner he gets his mind cleared up, the better.
[3:36]*Dycedarg Beoulve finishes his bottle of water and eats the last of the sandwich he took. "So, Sir Blackquill, looking forward to playing with Kujaku again?"
[3:39]*Simon-Blackquill's eyes widen as he tries to think about where Kujaku even is! He's with... someone. He must be with Bobby. Makes the most sense. "Of course I am. I miss him so," he mutters, averting his gaze and staring at the medicine in his hand, which by this point is mostly gone. "My boy, just don't be too upset your father's been gone so long..."
[3:42]*Dycedarg Beoulve leans over and pets his shoulder comfortingly. "There, there. You'll be with your boy soon enough, Sir Blackquill. I'm sure of it."
[3:47]*Simon-Blackquill nods, but he does turn away from the touch, grunting a bit from the effort. "Of course. I'm sure I'll get to see him next when Bobby comes in." Because there's no way Bobby wouldn't bring Kujaku, right?
[3:59]Dycedarg Beoulve: Oh, naturally. And of course, I'm sure you will be eager to see your hawk as well. What was his name again...?
[4:01]*Simon-Blackquill cuts in almost immediately. "Taka," he corrects; seems he's not going to be forgetting a fact that important!
[4:12]*Dycedarg Beoulve nods. So it does what it's supposed to, and hasn't purged his deeper memories. Excellent. "Right, Taka. I'm sure he's also wanting to see you again soon."
[4:14]*Simon-Blackquill swallows the last bit of the medicine mixture and nods. "I'm sure he does, but he is also quite patient and likes his time to himself as well. I'm more concerned for Kujaku, since he is so young and depends on me."
[4:21]*Dycedarg Beoulve stands and begins packing up the remains of their food and drink. "Fair enough. This has been a pleasant enough chat, Sir Blackquill, but I'm afraid I must be going. I hope that the medicine is helpful to you, and that you are well enough to leave the hospital soon."
[4:23]*Simon-Blackquill stares down at the now empty bottle for a moment. "Mm, yes, indeed it has. I'll let that little troublemaker know when I am released, and I'm sure she'll inform you as soon as she can." He really shouldn't be making promises like that, but, well... he hands the empty bottle off to Dycedarg in case he wants it back, and lays back in his bed to relax a bit, to let that medicine take effect.
[4:30]*Dycedarg Beoulve takes the bottle as well, so that he can properly dispose of the evidence. "Of course. Merry Christmas, Sir Blackquill." With that, he nods his head to Simon and turns to take his leave of the hospital, his job now done
[4:31]*Simon-Blackquill totally took all of that "medicine" eyes.gif