Dictation - 1 [Video]

[drabsolutelynot]

Hello. [Rosen stares down his nose at the screen which is set a bit away from his face so as not to over-impose himself on anyone who might see this. His glasses are a bit scuffed from the excitement in the colosseum a few days ago but his clear brown eyes still show through] 

I had a few question I was hoping someone among you might be able to answer but I should probably introduce myself before I ask. 

[He straightens a bit, clearly uncomfortable on screen. He had been hesitant at the prospect of showing his face and had tossed the idea back and forth for the better part of the day but in the end he concluded it was probably the best means to his desired end.]

My name is Dr. Lee Rosen. I did my neurological and psychiatric residencies at Binghamton in upstate New York and I am also licensed as a general practice physician. 

[He falters a bit, bashfully rubbing the back of his head with a bandaged hand. He hates sounding like he's tooting his own horn. He also hates volunteering information about his life, working from the general assumption that people probably didn't care to know. He doesn't bother to mention the fact that he is a new arrival. That is a given.] 

I don't know if any of that might be useful here but if it could be I am happy to offer my services. 

[He pauses again before changing course]

It might seem a strange request but does anyone know where I might find music...or...or even perhaps somewhere I could get my hands on an instrument? 

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[so_dark_a_road]

Just the one. No family? Friends? [ That is a little sad. Dr. Rosen seems the kind of man who is meant to have family and a social circle who love and respect him. ]

In my world. . . well, i>home was a complex matter. I and my family rebelled against the gods and left their land, our original home, to sail across the strait to another continent. We made a new home there, but we never lost the habit of thinking of ourselves as Exiles.

Our new home was just south of the Arctic Circle. It was mountainous and beautiful, but cold and dark and snowy for much of the year. I lived in a drafty castle. The summers were short and spectacular, and we celebrated as much as we could, when we could. We built or made everything we had, being pioneers. We were at war most of the time, but I loved that place -- East Beleriand -- and I still miss it.

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[drabsolutelynot]

[The question stings more than Rosen would like to admit and he hesitates before answering.] Ah...no. Not anymore. Family, I mean.

[He clears his throat awkwardly, obviously desperate to change the subject]

At war, you said? With the gods?

[so_dark_a_road]

[ OOC: Moved left to avoid post-crush. ]