1.1.01.01.001: due regard for the well being of others.

[needshumility]

[There is an awkward, stiff cough, and a shot of the eighth floor common room. A young, very smartly dressed, man appears on screen, and he straightens his tie, then offers a small wave,]

Hello!

This remote viewer is tiny, and... well, I never thought a remote viewer could watch you. Fascinating! [He grins, a touch nervously,] So if you're watching, hello! oh, I already said that...

I'm Edward Russett, but you can call me Eddie. I'm not quite sure whether this is the equivalent of Useful Work or a Pointless Task, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.

Who are the local Prefects? What're they like? I imagine I'll be the Red Prefect here.

[awkward pause whilst he ponders whether to ask or not, then he directs the camera to a lightbulb nearby]

This is going to sound silly, but can I have some lightglobes? There's no natural light in my room. I... [slight nervous intake of breath. Dammit, night terrors.] I need a source of light.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, alright. There are a couple of doctors here, myself included.

[Private]

Mildew? I wouldn't know about that. I don't think so. Are you allergic to it or...[SO. CONFUSED.]

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

All... Previous like yourself?

[Private]

Don't pretend. The disease. The Mildew. Do you get a lot of it?

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[Private]

I have never heard of that disease before!

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Are you serious?

Because if you are, you're either a terrrible Swatchman, or... [a very, very good one, but that goes unsaid]

Could you show me some of your medicines? Just over the camera. I'm a little confused.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

I'm not a bad doctor...[Pout.] But alright. [She gets up and goes off screen for a moment before returning with a few bottles. She opens the cap of one and pours a few pills into her hand to show him.]

Just normal pills.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He pauses. And stares.]

What... do you do with them?

Solved the Mildew question, by the way. Never mind about that.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

You swallow them. [Have a raised eyebrow.]

They're chemicals. They cause a reaction in your body to make it better. These release those chemicals to reduce pain. [She puts them back in the bottle.] The infirmary uses hyposprays, but I'm really not comfortable with those.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I know what a drug does. My father is a Swatchman.

I've just never seen them like that. What's a hypospray do?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

You've never seen pills, so I was going off of that. I apologize. I didn't mean to offend.

A hypospray....releases those same chemicals directly into the body, rather than through a pill.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

It was the method, rather than the concept I didn't understand.

Directly through what means? Is it used for a specific drug or purpose?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

It's technology far beyond my years. That's why I don't use it. And it's used for all sorts of things. Pain relief, sleeping, waking someone up, vaccines. Everything.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I see. [It's just a little terse.]

So you don't use anything like... [He pats his pockets a little, and eventually pulls out a swatch of Lincoln.] this?

[Pause]

I only had this one because I took it off a friend.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

What is that?

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

[He shoves it back in his pocket, without looking at the colour.]

It's a Swatch. That one's Lincoln. It has a narcotic effect. I can't look at it, or I'll get totally Greened and ruin my visual cortex.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

That color...is a drug to you? Fascinating.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Of course it is. It's as obvious to me as that is to you.

Um. I don't suppose you've got any Swatches, do you? As I've only got this one on me, and Lincoln is possibly the opposite of a cure-all.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Vampires get blood, so you might get swatches. But I wouldn't trust that, since it's just you.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I'll... ask for some. I know what I'm doing with them, I've spent twenty years watching my father.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Well, you'll be the one with the most experience at it.

I still don't see how a color can do much.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I've noticed that. I'll write instructions for anything really bad.

I don't see how chemicals can do much, so I think we're even?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

[She laughs at that.]

Fair enough. Oh, and I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Svetlana Nazarova. You can just call me Svetlana, though.

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Svetlana Nazarova. [He repeats it to make sure he's got it right, and nods in satisfaction.]

A pleasure to meet you.

[pause, and a slight laugh,]

I'll still be needing you to stitch me up, by the way. That's just the same. But it usually only happens after particularly bad hockeyball matches. Which I'm hoping aren't compulsory here.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Hockeyball? No, that's not compulsory. But I'll be happy to do whatever you need me to do.

Do you still need candles, by the way?

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[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. I hate hockeyball. So violent. Much prefer cricket, myself, but that's because I can cheat a little.

I'd really like some, yes. Theta is bringing me some lamps, but the more light the better.

Would you like some merits in return for those? I'm sure I can spare a half.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Merits? I don't know what I'd do with merits...So no. You don't have to give me anything in return for them.