The door to Artemy's clinic is a little short and narrow for First Aid's dimensions, but after residing in Pumpkin Hollow for over a year he's gotten quite a bit of practice at squeezing himself through without even chipping the doorframe. He stays a little hunched over, trying to appear small and as unthreatening as he is on the inside. He's very eager to establish good terms with the new doctor, the change of the seasons reminding him with embarrassed horror of the terrible first impression he and Doctor Pierce made on each other the previous October. He'd like to avoid a repeat of that in its entirety.
"Doctor Burakh?" he calls in his soft, high voice. "Are you in?"
So many of those things were still pretty new inventions in Artemy's time. Vacuums were used to clean floors, not keep people in space. And the concept of radiation was, what, only about thirty years or so old? X-rays had just been invented, but why would one need to be protected from them?
His mind spun at the implications. There was so much to unpack here. Oh so much.
He had so many questions, but Leon did not seem like exactly the right person to ask.
"That's absolutely incredible." Artemy settles on, sounding absolutely in awe, "To imagine, an entire event that would unite the world like that... I suppose you all tuned in on the radio at the same time to hear about it together?"
Finding the residence of Artemy wasn't difficult, but the paperwork to try to make all this go away has been highly annoying. Nonetheless, she knows she has to have a record of speaking to him in case it gets scrutinized later.
She walks into his clinic, hoping it will be relatively empty so they can speak in private.
[The following letter is delivered to Artemy's door mid-week, in the final days of the year...]
I have a project that I could use your assistance with. If you're amiable, and have no other demands on your time, come to 115 Goldleaf Street at any time in the afternoon and see me in the second floor apartment marked 'A.' I'll leave it unlocked.
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"Doctor Burakh?" he calls in his soft, high voice. "Are you in?"
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Yamsgiving Overflow; Leon
So many of those things were still pretty new inventions in Artemy's time. Vacuums were used to clean floors, not keep people in space. And the concept of radiation was, what, only about thirty years or so old? X-rays had just been invented, but why would one need to be protected from them?
His mind spun at the implications. There was so much to unpack here. Oh so much.
He had so many questions, but Leon did not seem like exactly the right person to ask.
"That's absolutely incredible." Artemy settles on, sounding absolutely in awe, "To imagine, an entire event that would unite the world like that... I suppose you all tuned in on the radio at the same time to hear about it together?"
After talking to Erik and Pyotr.
She walks into his clinic, hoping it will be relatively empty so they can speak in private.
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New apartment, growing pains
I have a project that I could use your assistance with. If you're amiable, and have no other demands on your time, come to 115 Goldleaf Street at any time in the afternoon and see me in the second floor apartment marked 'A.' I'll leave it unlocked.
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what you dont like it? xD
i like it too much
winks
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march.
"You know, I didn't think you were the sort of man to be in need of a matchmaker."
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