crumbl cookies but in real life

[clottedcream]

[ The handwriting that shows up in the journal is... not new, not exactly, but decidedly... well. Careful and precise as can be, but it's very clear that the person writing it is not currently writing with their dominant hand. Either that, or it's someone with horrible handwriting. ]

Hello. This is Clotted Cream Cookie.

Pardon my handwriting. It is, admittedly, not as clear and practiced as I'd like it to be. The forest has taken my arm from me.

I am looking for anyone who has experience in... this. Losing an arm. Adjusting to the loss in day to day life. I'm afraid it puts me at a considerable disadvantage.

[ If he sounds like he's taking this well, it's only because he's practiced it. He's not. ]

Comments

[succiduous]

You're looking for Felicity Morais. She lost her arm as well.

Doctor Add is out, so the clinic is unmanned currently. If you meet me there regardless, I can take measurements and build you a prosthetic, if you'd like. Otherwise, I'm available at the lab for physical therapy, or something like it.

[clottedcream]

Felicity Morais. Thank you. I shall keep that name in mind.

I would greatly appreciate looking into a prosthetic, if you don't mind. I will make my way to the clinic, then.

[succiduous]

The doors are scrambled right now, so your direction will be unclear. If you flip back several pages in your notebook, there should be a map — I drew and labelled it several days prior. Hopefully it helps.

[clottedcream]

[ the doors are what ]

I... see. Thank you for telling me before I tried to step outside. Please forgive me if you arrive long before I do. I will try my best not to get lost.

[succiduous]

[Don't worry about the doors.]

If you do get lost, just say so and describe where you are. I can assist with telling you where to go from there, or meet you halfway and guide you.

[clottedcream]

[ he is very worried about the doors actually-- ]

Thank you. If I need assistance, I will let you know.

[ And he makes it! Eventually! It is maybe a bit longer than it should be just because he is checking the map multiple times to make sure he is following the steps correctly - and also trying to hold a book open while also opening doors when you only have one hand kind of sucks - but he makes it to the clinic just fine. ]

[succiduous]

[He makes it! Gnosis is sitting in the waiting room, since they'd have to go through another sixteen doors just to get to the operating room, and that's not even what they're here for in the first place. Measurements and the like can be done just fine like this.

Speaking of, Gnosis waves, except his hands are full of tape measure and pen and two notebooks, one being his personal one and the other clearly being the one with internet connectivity.]

It's nice to see you again. I realise we only spoke briefly on our first meeting. [And he nods to a seat. Sit, sit.] If you don't particularly mind, I do need to take measurements.

[Getting right down to business, sorry he's like this, we don't have time for nice chats there's stuff to be done.]

[clottedcream]

[ Ah that is. A lot of things to try to hold at once. Clotted Cream pauses, taking it in for just a second before shaking his head and moving further into the waiting room as indicated. ]

Ah, yes. Of course.

[ There's something to be said for being direct, at least. Clotted Cream sits in the aforementioned seat, then pauses, glancing down at himself. The thin, translucent membrane that hangs down around his shoulders like a capelet doesn't conceal much, but the shirt beneath it does. ]

Will you need me to remove this?

[succiduous]

Preferably.

[He's already scrawling down notes while he waits, having set aside his other things on an unoccupied seat.]

You're semiaquatic, correct? For the purposes of waterproofing. Most prosthetic limbs are inherently waterproof, but if you'll be underwater more than the average person is, I'll need to ensure there are absolutely no chances of water damage occurring, especially around the joints.

[clottedcream]

[ Well, since Gnosis is working while he waits, Clotted Cream will just get to working on those buttons of his shirt, one at a time. It isn't difficult, but it takes a second or so longer to work them one-handed. ]

Yes. I am out of the water most of the time, but I do need to soak at least once daily or I begin to grow uncomfortable. Likewise, my hands have webbing between the fingers, if you'd like to replicate it for the prosthetic. I've found it allows me to swim more easily.

[ He finishes his unbuttoning, pulling his shirt off of himself and letting it drop to the floor, then showing his remaining hand for reference. Nestled into his chest is a visible crescent of a shimmering, translucent stone, as though it's embedded itself into his chest but is peeking out through the flesh, but it isn't anywhere near where a prosthesis would be. ]

[succiduous]

[Writing down... webbing... between fingers... fish... swim...

Looks up.

...don't ask another man about his chest rock, don't ask another man about his rock you cannot ask about the rock Gnosis Edelweiss control yourse—]

May I ask about the stone embedded in your chest?

[god DAMMIT]

[clottedcream]

[ gnosis you had ONE JOB ]

Hm?

[ Clotted Cream's fingers brush over the crescent of stone at his chest, tipping his head down to look at it. ]

It... contains my soul. It's been there ever since my revival.

[succiduous]

...I see. I'll take caution to avoid touching it, in that case. Not that it's particularly necessary.

["How is a soul stored in a rock" one would ask, if Gnosis wasn't so Over this place that he wasn't used to it (not to mention Terra is already so goddamn weird in the first place).]

I'm going to take several measurements. Hold still.

[By Several he means several. He measures Clotted Cream's existing arm, from shoulder to fingertip; the circumference of each finger, his wrist, his forearm and upper arm; he measures the tear point from the lost limb and the circumference there, too, and then asks some general questions about physical strength and weight and the sort. It's all very precise and clinical, and each answer gets scrawled down into his notebook.]

...with all of that aside now, [he begins, after that whole process has finished,] I assume you've seen how a prosthetic limb looks and works, have you not? I'm happy to go over it with you if needed.