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Ted Wheeler Appreciation Post

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Hey I love your quiz I was hoping to read all the possible answers without taking it a million times ?

here ya go!

plague doctor:

you're some minor noble's youngest son who ended up in ye olde med school out of a lack of other ideas. sure, you don't particularly like blood or the smell of leaking buboes (who does?) but the outfit's pretty bitchin. you'll tell anyone who will listen that the plague is obviously the result of a confluence of the planets, a miasma, and 5g, because you read a few articles on the matter. you recommend a tonic to balance the humors and twelve hail marys after the necessary blood letting. keep your beak up king, it's falling.

disaffected noble just here for a good time:

when the plague hit paris, you fled to your distant estate to sit it out. your father thinks this is a great time for you to finally start learning how to manage the estate, but you'd rather host parties and entertain your equally bored noble friends. you try to impress upon him the importance of supporting minstrels and artists, but he just keeps blathering on about land taxes and duties. when he dies and you inherit his lands, you'll most certainly bankrupt them, but until then, you just wanna get lit on wine and jam to the latest fourteenth century bops.

noblewoman who's the only one getting any goddamn work done around here:

your father married you to a Very Important Lord for an alliance, as you always expected, but you certainly didn't expect the lord to be so useless. he spends most of his time entertaining minstrels and drinking more than is strictly acceptable, while rejecting your chambers for those of his mistress. people are getting nervous as rumors of the plague spread, and it looks like it's gonna be up to you to try and deal with it. sure, you'll gain some notoriety for your ruthless measures of plague control, but it's not your fault that quarantined town died of famine.

monk reknown for his homoerotic poetry:

you joined the monastery out of a true love for god. marriage never interested you, and the spiritual life called to you. now though, you're starting to make some waves with your almost scandalous poems about an unnamed man. you swear the poems are merely about your love for christ, but the abbot is suspicious. you and brother wybert might want to keep your distance for a few weeks.

serf who dies from the plague by twenty-five:

you lived a good, god-fearing life. you have left your grieving husband with four children to raise (all sons, god is good) and a small farm to tend to. sure, your final days were full of pain and the townsfolk almost burned your house down around you to keep the disease from spreading, but you know the good lord will reward you in heaven. hey, you made it to adulthood, that's pretty exciting.

merchant who maybe possibly brought the plague with him to florence:

it's not your fault okay! you got into the frankincense trade to make a buck, not to deal with a goddamn plague. most of your crew is sick or dead, the florentine government is blaming you, and your wife is refusing to see you out of fear of getting infected. you're still healthy, which isn't as reassuring as it should be, as a few people have started to accuse you of dark magic. maybe you can go on pilgrimage to santiago de compostela to purify yourself. yeah, that sounds like a plan.