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[acclimatized]

It feels weird posting here after everything that has happened. The first day after I arrived, someone told me things weren't usually this hectic. And I doubt R.E.M envisioned zombies, grenades and mutinies when he wrote Man on the Moon.

But now I think I can suspend my disbelief and accept that I have been here before and can't remember a sodding thing about it. So, this is a re-introduction. My name is John Watson and I'm a doctor. I would like to help if I can and apologize to anyone I might have accidentally ignored.

Cheers.

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[acclimatized]

[ in turn, john's expression creases in understanding, even though he has no idea what the boy is about to tell him. it's a well-practiced technique all medical men possess and he's relieved how easy he can slip into this professional persona. ]

Yeah, I did. [ a beat ] If you feel okay telling me about it, that is.

[theguideless]

It's easier to explain out loud. [his smile is meek.] I'm not a very good writer.

[a beat.]

Darkovs were my family. We were made to kill monsters...ah, well. That's what we were taught. For a long time. [lifting up a hand, dragging his fingers across the palm.] Making weapons from our bones...killing things in the night.