video;

[lostundercover]

[Costigan is looking about as chipper as ever. Which is to say not at all.]

I was here before. I don't remember, but I know I was.

[There's a short pause before he continues.]

I have a list of names. If anyone knows them, or if you are them, contact me. I'll, uh- I'll write them in below.

Also if anyone has information on Eshai or Evandau. I think they were important.

[Another pause, then he reaches forward to click off the video and the list follows.]

Annabeth
Ariadne
Arthur
Bruce Banner
Dominick Cobb
Jack Frost
Abigail Hobbs
Percy Jackson
Hannibal Lector
Lincoln Lee
Kyle Rayner
Spencer Reid
Sabriel
Catty Turner

Comments

[lostundercover]

I have anxiety.

[ruinsprofessor]

Hm.

[Mental injuries or illnesses are not her strong point, but...]

There are options, yes. I may wind up directing you to my colleague, Suhiet; still, between us we should be able to find you a solution.

You should likely come to the Healers' Guild, however.

[lostundercover]

Sure. Send me a map.

[ruinsprofessor]

[Raine fiddles with the console until it delivers a location ping, pinpointing the Guild's location in Water.]

There. Let me know when you plan to go, so I can be sure to meet you.

action okay?

[lostundercover]

How's an hour?

more than fine!

[ruinsprofessor]

I'll be here.

[And in about an hour she will be, making her way out to the main hall. She's a bit distracted, her eyes distant as she thinks about something else entirely, but she's there.]

action

[lostundercover]

[Costigan arrives to the healer's guild a little after an hour, having taken a bit to find his way around without being willing to ask for directions. He enters quietly, returning his hands to the pockets of his jacket almost immediately. His eyes scan the area and he moves towards the familiar woman after catching sight of her.]

Hey. You remember we talked earlier? [He glances around to ensure they won't be overheard.] I need medication.

[ruinsprofessor]

I recall, yes.

[Raine nods, then gestures behind her.]

My office? There are a few herbs I can likely prescribe you, but I'd like to know a little more first. For instance, if your issue is chronic or only appearing when exacerbated.

[lostundercover]

Sure. [He acquiesces somewhat begrudgingly. Costigan didn't sign up for a shrink session and isn't about to endure one for the sake of the meds he's confident he can buy on the black market if it comes to it. He figures so long as her questions remain strictly necessary from a pharmalogical perspective, he can deal with it, so he follows her into her office, closing the door softly behind them.

He hovers behind the chair he's probably meant to sit in, finding it easier to stand.] It's both. I've had it a long time, a long fuckin' time. It gets worse when shit gets worse.

[ruinsprofessor]

[Raine doesn't sit, either, opting to lean against the corner of her desk. She'll only be getting up again in a minute or two, after all.]

All right. How was it managed in the past? A constant dosage regardless, or did you have the option to take something more when distressed?

And do you find a tea an acceptable format?

[There are other options, but a tea is the simplest, really.]

[lostundercover]

Lorazepam as the constant, oxycodone when it gets bad.

[He replies as if vaguely exasperated, trying to keep things on an even keel. He's half hoping that she doesn't actually know what those are. It's easy for him to sound like an addict when he says it like that, even though he's not. Hell, Costigan hasn't been in a non-stressful situation in years to know if he even could live without the medications anymore. This place isn't helping that.]

I don't normally drink tea. Can you do pills, or powder?

[ruinsprofessor]

[She shakes her head.]

The names mean nothing to me; I'm inquiring after methodology. However, you've answered my question nevertheless.

[Fletch would have known.]

It's possible, but it will take a little longer, that's all.

[lostundercover]

Longer's fine. I have some leftover, from my own world.

[Costigan's fingers find the smaller pill bottle in his pocket, the pad of his thumb running over the ridges on the lid's edge. He doesn't have too many between this and the stash with his things, but hopefully it'll be enough.]

One's an anti-anxiety and the other's a painkiller. [He says finally, worried that if he doesn't clarify, he'll only get some cheap anxiety meds that won't do anything for him at all.] The painkiller helps with some old injuries.

[ruinsprofessor]

[Raine nods shortly.]

I'll review my Earth-native colleagues's notes and see if I can find corollaries for strength.

[And if it's a painkiller as well, she'll have to watch the interactions.]

Do you happen to know what type of painkiller it is?

[Easier to work with what his body's already accustomed to, if possible.]

[lostundercover]

The brand name's Oxycontin.

[He repeats, at a loss for what else she might be asking. How does a non-pharmacologist convert prescription medication to something accessible to someone from another world.]

Beyond that, I don't know. If you give me a list of ideas, maybe I can recognize one.

[ruinsprofessor]

Anti-inflammatory? Opiate?

[Looking to see if types ring a bell. She's assuming no magic was involved.]

Still, Fletch may have left notes. If you don't know, I should be able to manage something anyway; this is simply a matter of fine-tuning and efficiency.

[lostundercover]

I think it's an opiate.

[Although he has reason to lie about it to protect his reputation, his response is sincere. Costigan doesn't actually know for sure what category the drug falls under.]

Confirm if you can. I'll let you know if it's not working. [A beat.] How long you think it'll take to get something?

[ruinsprofessor]

Mm. All right.

[Raine nods. That's about all she'll need for right now.]

A week at the outside; I'll make my best effort to have it sooner than that. Once we've ascertained what works, it will be faster.

[lostundercover]

Thanks. I have about two week's worth that came with me, maybe less. I don't want to deal with the withdrawals if I don't have to.

[Costigan straightens, crossing his arms.]

You, uh- You need anything else from me?

[ruinsprofessor]

[Withdrawals. Right. Not something to make him go through if it can be avoided.]

[Raine shakes her head.]

No, that's all. I'll be in touch with you.

[lostundercover]

[Costigan lingers in silence for a moment before finally speaking.]

Thanks.

[Then he makes anxiously for the door, evidence of his general neuroses. Hopefully she'll be true to her word. Otherwise, he'll work on making alternate arrangements.]