The Doctor's Visit

[Samuel Taylor]

The North. It's been some time since you have been here Taylor.

An older man with an neatly trimmed beard streaked with grey stands looking up at the B.R.L.S.I, holding out his hand he claims a satchel held by a young woman in a plain black dress. Nodding briefly to her the man walks forward, his horse headed cane tapping on the ground as he limps up to the door.

Raising one hand, scarred knuckles rap on the door.

[Caiaphas Redfern]

((Hi! Approximately when in the DT period does this happen? I ask because this DT is even more fraught and chaotic than the last and Cai may or may not be ash at some point in the timeline.))

[Samuel Taylor]

((I was guessing between the first and second DT action.))

[The Beast]

((Please hold on. There is a disorderly queue.))

[Caiaphas Redfern]

((Yep...the refs have said that we'll need to postpone this until the Schroedinger's Cat question for Caiaphas in this time locus is resolved. Possibly after DTs are returned. A shame - I'm quite curious what this visit was about. ))

[Caiaphas Redfern]

((Right, since time is very short OoC, I shall make the assumption that Samuel will give his real name. Otherwise, what will probably happen is that he is fobbed off. Please advise if that assumption is wrong and I'll edit and backtrack as necessary.))

His knocking was shortly answered not by an opened door, but rather by a muffled voice from behind it - a man, youngish - who asked him name and business. His interlocutor then bade him wait at the door a while without apology, and Samuel's preternatural senses could hear him walking briskly away. The Malkavian was left standing in the portico, which offered scarce shelter from the occasional buffet of winter wind.

Some while later, lighter footsteps approached the door again, and it was unlocked. A woman sidled out without bothering to open it wide, and closed it behind her. Sam could hear it being locked behind her.

Elderly, fairly short, rail-thin with severe blue eyes. Even swaddled as she was in a winter coat, it was only her grey hair that gave any impression of volume, and the checked headscarf she wore barely covered the half of it.

She looked Samuel up and down with a critical eye, threw a few cautious glances about, and then addressed him in a thin voice "Dr. Taylor. It's I, Redfern. What wilst?", and as Samuel took in her mannerisms it became evident to him that this was a creature quite on edge, basic civility maintained only by some considerable effort of will.

[Caiaphas Redfern]

((Roleplay was concluded at Elysium! Thanks, Doc, and sorry for the necessary delay in starting it.))