Setting
Welcome to Wing City Hospitals!
Our aim is to provide a tailored and comprehensive medical care of an award winning standard free of charge to everyone within the Multiverse. In partnership with The O'Connar Fund For Emergency Care, it is our promise is to offer fast, high quality treatment to anyone in need of it.
We are a large city hospital, with over 1000 beds occupied at any given time, and our staff is trained in all the eccentricities of Wing City's population. Need a wizard to fix your ailments, rather than a surgeon? The hospital can provide. Need a doctor who can deal with your powers exploding left right and centre while they fix your gaping wounds? No problem. Our staff are all highly trained to deal with the problems faced by genuine Wing City residents. No power is too powerful for us to deal with, and no race is too obscure; we offer a wide range of powered doctors, and our xenobiology department works day and night to meet your non-human needs.
Our staff is well versed in the more dangerous side of life in Wing City, despite the hospital and grounds being declared a demilitarised zone. We warn those who would cause this organisation harm that our staff are all highly trained, and acts of wanton violence against staff, patients or trust property will be dealt with severely.
You have now arrived in the hospital itself; please feel free to check in at the front desk, where you will be pointed in the right direction. Otherwise, look around and see if you can spot the department you need.
Feel free to use NPC Staff:
Nurses: Julia Farthing, Charge Nurse John Brown, Sister Isa Ling.
Pharmacists: Rob Miko and Jenny Sing.
Physio and Occupational therapists: Tora Laue, Jesetta Carmichal, Toby Forello.
Mental Health Professionals: Maximums Senningate, Rebecca White.
Health Care Assistants and Orderlies: Tim Roe, Harriet Roaring, Kelly South, Anita Talanta.
Porters: Nick West, Arron Viking, Kieran Lon.
Cleaning Staff: Charlotte Howley, Jin Ton, Surry Billingate.
Catering Staff: Phil Crowler, Jess Wright, Tommy Gazette.
Security: Mic Field, Tobias Boxing, Larry King, Sarha Farmer.
Emergency Medical Staff: Mecca, Truman Roth, Lilly Hakkat.
Transport Drivers: Freddie Borrow, Harmon Jett, Amy Usell.
An ultra-modern building for the most part, WCH also caters to beings from alternate timelines and continuities of altered or regressed medical technology. They guarantee that there is a ward to suit all patients, no matter where they are from or how dangerous their powers might be. Feel free to write your interaction into the correct ward setting for your character, if such a ward isn't already available.
NPC staff are versatile and there to help; they will step in for any needs that your partner players cannot fulfill. They will also intervene if things become out of hand, dangerous to staff, patients or property, or someone becomes violent.
The building is owned and run by Mr Horatio Castle, who is constantly looking to improve services and make WCH a better, safer place to be treated.
Our aim is to provide a tailored and comprehensive medical care of an award winning standard free of charge to everyone within the Multiverse. In partnership with The O'Connar Fund For Emergency Care, it is our promise is to offer fast, high quality treatment to anyone in need of it.
We are a large city hospital, with over 1000 beds occupied at any given time, and our staff is trained in all the eccentricities of Wing City's population. Need a wizard to fix your ailments, rather than a surgeon? The hospital can provide. Need a doctor who can deal with your powers exploding left right and centre while they fix your gaping wounds? No problem. Our staff are all highly trained to deal with the problems faced by genuine Wing City residents. No power is too powerful for us to deal with, and no race is too obscure; we offer a wide range of powered doctors, and our xenobiology department works day and night to meet your non-human needs.
Our staff is well versed in the more dangerous side of life in Wing City, despite the hospital and grounds being declared a demilitarised zone. We warn those who would cause this organisation harm that our staff are all highly trained, and acts of wanton violence against staff, patients or trust property will be dealt with severely.
You have now arrived in the hospital itself; please feel free to check in at the front desk, where you will be pointed in the right direction. Otherwise, look around and see if you can spot the department you need.
Feel free to use NPC Staff:
Nurses: Julia Farthing, Charge Nurse John Brown, Sister Isa Ling.
Pharmacists: Rob Miko and Jenny Sing.
Physio and Occupational therapists: Tora Laue, Jesetta Carmichal, Toby Forello.
Mental Health Professionals: Maximums Senningate, Rebecca White.
Health Care Assistants and Orderlies: Tim Roe, Harriet Roaring, Kelly South, Anita Talanta.
Porters: Nick West, Arron Viking, Kieran Lon.
Cleaning Staff: Charlotte Howley, Jin Ton, Surry Billingate.
Catering Staff: Phil Crowler, Jess Wright, Tommy Gazette.
Security: Mic Field, Tobias Boxing, Larry King, Sarha Farmer.
Emergency Medical Staff: Mecca, Truman Roth, Lilly Hakkat.
Transport Drivers: Freddie Borrow, Harmon Jett, Amy Usell.
An ultra-modern building for the most part, WCH also caters to beings from alternate timelines and continuities of altered or regressed medical technology. They guarantee that there is a ward to suit all patients, no matter where they are from or how dangerous their powers might be. Feel free to write your interaction into the correct ward setting for your character, if such a ward isn't already available.
NPC staff are versatile and there to help; they will step in for any needs that your partner players cannot fulfill. They will also intervene if things become out of hand, dangerous to staff, patients or property, or someone becomes violent.
The building is owned and run by Mr Horatio Castle, who is constantly looking to improve services and make WCH a better, safer place to be treated.
Wing City Hospital
The go-to for any and all Wing City medical requirements. This organisation offers a wide verity of highly skilled staff who are capable of fulfilling the needs of all life forms. Equality, confidentiality and high quality care guaranteed.
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Xander DeLeon [42] The love of family...
Priestess [31]
Sara Drake [24]
Jack Mercer [22] A Federation Terran who earned his citizenship and is the COO of Daedalus Enterprises.
Administratum Myrkul [21] Destroyed regulating structures must be recommenced. This is my purpose
Erika Onzanem [14] Demon Frog Mom--Erika is a dark celestial being taking the form of a woman with some froggy quirks.
Rosh Zenzara [13]
Freja Ortega [11] A cheery and jovial Minotaur woman who leads a group of bandits. She hails from the realm of Netherworld Styx.
Professor Asp [10] "You could be improved..."
Horatio Castle [10] It's a lie.
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The newly founded and freshly opened hospital was close to empty in the late afternoon, having little in the way of commerce just yet. The staff, devoted and keen, were quietly tucked away here and there; getting on with the final preparations and readying themselves for the expected influx of patients.
A recruitment drive was still very much in session, though the quiet in and out of potential employees had died away along with the trickle of patients. The halls seemed bare save for the odd cleaner and porter, absorbed in their own tasks and thinking of their dinner break.
In a quiet nook just off of the main entrance, a pale, gaunt looking man was reading quietly, settled on a comfortable chair. Beside him, partially folded, was a sleek, expensive looking wheelchair.
A recruitment drive was still very much in session, though the quiet in and out of potential employees had died away along with the trickle of patients. The halls seemed bare save for the odd cleaner and porter, absorbed in their own tasks and thinking of their dinner break.
In a quiet nook just off of the main entrance, a pale, gaunt looking man was reading quietly, settled on a comfortable chair. Beside him, partially folded, was a sleek, expensive looking wheelchair.
He'd have been here earlier if he hadn't been working. Iante Clowes, SIB medic and forensic autopsy assistant, was even sure that his boss would have let him off this shift if it hadn't been for the damn triple-homicide that had arrived in the early hours of the morning.
Still, here he was, freshly showered (albeit still in a pair of green scrubs - he didn't think that the pair of three-quarter joggers and t-shirt would've been as appreciated in this situation) and eager despite the overlong shift he'd just finished.
"Wow..." His own lab wasn't exactly ancient, but this hospital was something else entirely. It was either that or he was just too damn excited. Probably a mixture of both. Iante's eyes took in the various doorways and the odd staff member as he strayed further into the hospital, before pausing at the sight of a man sitting beside his wheelchair.
"Sorry," he opened with, voice lowered as if expecting the hospital to be brimming with sick people who required rest already, "but... you wouldn't happen to know your way around, would you?"
Still, here he was, freshly showered (albeit still in a pair of green scrubs - he didn't think that the pair of three-quarter joggers and t-shirt would've been as appreciated in this situation) and eager despite the overlong shift he'd just finished.
"Wow..." His own lab wasn't exactly ancient, but this hospital was something else entirely. It was either that or he was just too damn excited. Probably a mixture of both. Iante's eyes took in the various doorways and the odd staff member as he strayed further into the hospital, before pausing at the sight of a man sitting beside his wheelchair.
"Sorry," he opened with, voice lowered as if expecting the hospital to be brimming with sick people who required rest already, "but... you wouldn't happen to know your way around, would you?"
Horatio Castle noted the sound of footsteps approaching long before Iante turned the corner, but did not look up from his book, which, if closely examined, was a volume on advanced business management that appeared well thumbed.
When Iante spoke, he glanced up, smiling a little at his appearance. The man would have passed as staff, if the WCGH hadn't provided blue and white scrubs rather than the green that he was wearing. No nametag and no clue where he was going; this was likely a late candidate for the interviews.
"Where are you heading?" he asked, shifting himself from chair to wheelchair in a move that spoke of long experience; he moved stiffly, but he was more than capable of getting himself from A to B. "I know this place like the back of my hand my now."
When Iante spoke, he glanced up, smiling a little at his appearance. The man would have passed as staff, if the WCGH hadn't provided blue and white scrubs rather than the green that he was wearing. No nametag and no clue where he was going; this was likely a late candidate for the interviews.
"Where are you heading?" he asked, shifting himself from chair to wheelchair in a move that spoke of long experience; he moved stiffly, but he was more than capable of getting himself from A to B. "I know this place like the back of my hand my now."
"Where?" Iante blinked, face twisting into a moue of mild confusion. "Sugar, I didn't think - I, uh. I'm going for an interview. I don't even know if it's still going, but - beggars and choosers, you know? You wouldn't happen to know where they're holding the interviews or someone who could tell me where to go..?"
Brilliant first impression - turning up late, having to ask random patients or members of staff where to go. "I'm Iante. Thanks for helping me."
Brilliant first impression - turning up late, having to ask random patients or members of staff where to go. "I'm Iante. Thanks for helping me."
Horatio Castle smiled, setting the book on his lap and reaching up to offer Iante his hand to shake. Dressed casually in loose tracksuit trousers and a hooded jumper, he really did look very much like a patient, though there wasn't a nameband visible on the thin wrist that his stretching up revealed.
"Tio. It's nice to meet you, Iante. And I'm pretty sure I can help you find out where you're supposed to be going. What job are you hoping to get, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Tio. It's nice to meet you, Iante. And I'm pretty sure I can help you find out where you're supposed to be going. What job are you hoping to get, if you don't mind me asking?"
Iante Clowes enveloped Horatio's hand in his own and smiled in response to the shared introduction. "Nice to meet you too, Tio. Well... Anything, really - I don't mean it like I don't care, it's just... any experience in a hospital would be fantastic." That and it was embarrassing (though he knew he shouldn't have been embarrassed) to tell people that he had been looking for any way to get into a scholarship despite being years out of schooling.
"Is it always this quiet?"
"Is it always this quiet?"
Horatio Castle had a surprisingly firm handshake, his palms calloused and dry. His smile remained even once the contact had been broken; he thoughtlessly pulled on his gloves, wheeling himself into a better position.
"Set-up has been slow in this part of the world, unfortunately. The general has only really been open to the public for a couple of days, and given the attitude of people in these parts, well, I'm sure you're aware." He shook his head, chuckled dryly, and began to roll himself down the hall.
"There's no need to be embarrassed, you know; there's nothing wrong with wanting a leg into a hospital setting, and this place happens to be a particularly good one. I certainly think I can point you in the right direction."
He moved slowly, making sure that Iante was following and able to keep pace with him comfortably. "At the moment, the hospital is hiring across the board, amping up public awareness and the like; you've picked a good time to apply."
"Set-up has been slow in this part of the world, unfortunately. The general has only really been open to the public for a couple of days, and given the attitude of people in these parts, well, I'm sure you're aware." He shook his head, chuckled dryly, and began to roll himself down the hall.
"There's no need to be embarrassed, you know; there's nothing wrong with wanting a leg into a hospital setting, and this place happens to be a particularly good one. I certainly think I can point you in the right direction."
He moved slowly, making sure that Iante was following and able to keep pace with him comfortably. "At the moment, the hospital is hiring across the board, amping up public awareness and the like; you've picked a good time to apply."
"I see," Iante nodded, following Horatio and looking around with a severe sense of interest. "I know. It's just nerves." Nerves, and a sub-conscious feeling that he wasn't good enough in the past and he wouldn't be good enough now. "I haven't stopped applying for hospital work since I started my job here. All of the hospitals were out of, uh, this area and any responses I got either weren't all that favourable or weren't worth it compared to my current job," he stated, smiling ruefully at the thought of even leaving the SIB. He knew that, even if he did manage to get a scholarship or anything of the sort, he'd end up back in the SIB autopsy lab as a professional consultant as opposed to the assistant he was now.
"If you don't mind me asking... why are you here?"
"If you don't mind me asking... why are you here?"
"It's a good thing, to be devoted to what you want, especially when you're mature enough to realise that you can't squander your life for the sake of a dream. Never stop trying, but realise that you have to support yourself while you're doing so."
Horatio shook his head in fond-ish amusement, still rolling quietly along the halls. What staff there were seemed to be staying out of the way of them, unconcerned by their passing, however, one man in a wheelchair and a scrubs-wearing escort was rather common in such a setting.
"Oh, but I'm running on at the mouth again, aren't I? So, why am I here... hard question to answer, really. Five Whys," There was a medical joke there; Horatio's eyes glittered. "Why am I here-" He gave his left wheel a little tap. "I'm here because walking is awkward and tiring; it's been a long day. Why has it been a long day? Because the hospital is in the process of opening to the public. Why does that apply to me? Because I am Horatio Castle."
He winked. "And why does that apply to you? Well." He came to a stop outside of his office. "It applies to you because you've passed the preliminary interview, and I'd like to know more. Did you bring a CV?"
Horatio shook his head in fond-ish amusement, still rolling quietly along the halls. What staff there were seemed to be staying out of the way of them, unconcerned by their passing, however, one man in a wheelchair and a scrubs-wearing escort was rather common in such a setting.
"Oh, but I'm running on at the mouth again, aren't I? So, why am I here... hard question to answer, really. Five Whys," There was a medical joke there; Horatio's eyes glittered. "Why am I here-" He gave his left wheel a little tap. "I'm here because walking is awkward and tiring; it's been a long day. Why has it been a long day? Because the hospital is in the process of opening to the public. Why does that apply to me? Because I am Horatio Castle."
He winked. "And why does that apply to you? Well." He came to a stop outside of his office. "It applies to you because you've passed the preliminary interview, and I'd like to know more. Did you bring a CV?"
The young man followed patiently, all ears and genuine interest as he listened to Horatio speak. "No sense in trying to be something if I'm going to go hungry in the process - not that my friends would let me starve, but it's nicer to be able to afford my own food and rent." He was proud of that, too, even if he did still share an apartment with Tommy. That was because they were incredibly close, not because he was lacking in the ability to find his own place. "Five whys?"
Iante's face slowly but surely lost the smile and drained of colour.
"You - you're... Right." Okay. Breathe. Iante steeled himself and gestured to the door. "D'you want me to get that? I've got a CV, a letter from my high school and a letter from my current medical supervisor."
Right into it, then. He wondered if every other interviewee got this experience.
Iante's face slowly but surely lost the smile and drained of colour.
"You - you're... Right." Okay. Breathe. Iante steeled himself and gestured to the door. "D'you want me to get that? I've got a CV, a letter from my high school and a letter from my current medical supervisor."
Right into it, then. He wondered if every other interviewee got this experience.
Horatio Castle glanced up at Iante with a calculating (and very obviously deviously amused) look on his face. For a moment, he simply studied him, before the expression broke into something open and friendly.
"There's a crutch on the desk, if you don't mind handing it over, and in case you're wondering no, you're not the only one who got a little surprise when arriving today. But I have to say you're handling it better than some."
Horatio winked, putting the breaks on his chair and getting himself in a position to lever up to standing. "I'm afraid I'm not at my most elegant at this time of the evening, but as a prospective member of staff, I'm sure you can handle a bit of inelegance."
"There's a crutch on the desk, if you don't mind handing it over, and in case you're wondering no, you're not the only one who got a little surprise when arriving today. But I have to say you're handling it better than some."
Horatio winked, putting the breaks on his chair and getting himself in a position to lever up to standing. "I'm afraid I'm not at my most elegant at this time of the evening, but as a prospective member of staff, I'm sure you can handle a bit of inelegance."
Iante Clowes strayed into the office as requested and retrieved the cane - so he wasn't the only one. That was somewhat reassuring and somewhat amusing, really. He'd never been to an interview like this before - the closest he'd come to a strange interview was being asked if he could possibly help out an agent in need of some bandages mid-way through his second interview with the SIB.
"I was wondering," he admitted, figuring that honesty was the best policy. "I'm not sure how you could handle it badly, though. Unless someone started crying or panicking. Or they were rude to you before they realised who you were..."
"I was wondering," he admitted, figuring that honesty was the best policy. "I'm not sure how you could handle it badly, though. Unless someone started crying or panicking. Or they were rude to you before they realised who you were..."
The autopsy assistant handed the cane over with a polite smile. "I've seen a lot worse, Mister Castle," he informed. "Usually from people who aren't even in your situation. Fatigue makes people move like jelly."
Great medical terminology there.
Great medical terminology there.
"I think my jelly solidified at some point during the day," Horatio said with a smirk a he stood, stiff, awkward but functional as he gave himself a moment to settle before hobbling into his office.
He was as good humoured as ever as he resettled in his desk chair, somehow managing to avoid looking vastly more intimidating despite the change in setting. "So, you seem like a down to earth sort of person, Iante, and you're not phased by what I've thrown at you so far; that's good. This is Wing City, and trust me when I say a job here will be interesting."
Long fingers worked their way across a very modern looking computer pad, eyes flicking back and forth for a moment before he leaned back in his chair to view Iante with a grin. "Take a seat; make yourself comfortable, and you'd be surprised how much of a hash someone can make of a situation when a wheelchair is involved."
Smiling internally, Horatio didn't mention that it was one of his greatest weapons when following through on some of his less above board endeavours. Some things were better left for his own private entertainment.
He was as good humoured as ever as he resettled in his desk chair, somehow managing to avoid looking vastly more intimidating despite the change in setting. "So, you seem like a down to earth sort of person, Iante, and you're not phased by what I've thrown at you so far; that's good. This is Wing City, and trust me when I say a job here will be interesting."
Long fingers worked their way across a very modern looking computer pad, eyes flicking back and forth for a moment before he leaned back in his chair to view Iante with a grin. "Take a seat; make yourself comfortable, and you'd be surprised how much of a hash someone can make of a situation when a wheelchair is involved."
Smiling internally, Horatio didn't mention that it was one of his greatest weapons when following through on some of his less above board endeavours. Some things were better left for his own private entertainment.
Iante Clowes gave a half-embarrassed smile at both Horatio's response to his 'jelly' comment and the inbitiation to sit down as he carried out the latter request. "I like to think I'm down to Earth," the blonde agreed as he settled his backpack (which had been swung off his back as he sat) onto the floor at his feet. "I've lived here in Wing City for a while now. I wouldn't say that I'm used to some of the less ordinary people and creatures that occur here, but I definitely don't think I'd be too phased if a giant worm or something of the like wandered in."
Bomb threats and murder investigations were quite usual in his line of work, so it wasn't as if he was easily thrown.
"I guess some people just aren't used to seeing a person past what they're sitting in?" His grandmother had soon worked that out of him, that was for sure. "Do you want the CV and the letters right now?"
Bomb threats and murder investigations were quite usual in his line of work, so it wasn't as if he was easily thrown.
"I guess some people just aren't used to seeing a person past what they're sitting in?" His grandmother had soon worked that out of him, that was for sure. "Do you want the CV and the letters right now?"
Horatio Castle shook his head. "I'm sure I can read over then later. At the moment, I'm most interested in hearing what you're hoping to get out of a position here, and what your goals are for the future. You're clearly a committed young man with a final destination in mind, and if at all possible I'd like to help you reach that milestone."
Tapping his finger lightly across his desk, Horatio flicked up a new window on his computer. "As much information as you'd like to tell me, and don't worry; I'm here to learn, not to judge you."
Tapping his finger lightly across his desk, Horatio flicked up a new window on his computer. "As much information as you'd like to tell me, and don't worry; I'm here to learn, not to judge you."
Iante Clowes nodded at that, spending just a few moments considering what it is that was necessary. Then he realised it didn't matter what was necessary and what wasn't; Horatio clearly wasn't interviewing him like the others were, all strictly information and nothing more or less.
"I've wanted to be a doctor since I was a kid. I'll admit that I wanted to be a policeman first, but then we had this careers day at school and this brilliant doctor came in to tell us all about her work in the ER at our local hospital. I've been pretty determined ever since - clearly determination doesn't get you everywhere, though, and I'm gonna be honest and say that I didn't do that well at school. I'm an assistant autopsy technician and a medic with the Wing City Police Department, specifcally the Special Investigations Branch. The doctor I work under wrote a letter..."
"I've wanted to be a doctor since I was a kid. I'll admit that I wanted to be a policeman first, but then we had this careers day at school and this brilliant doctor came in to tell us all about her work in the ER at our local hospital. I've been pretty determined ever since - clearly determination doesn't get you everywhere, though, and I'm gonna be honest and say that I didn't do that well at school. I'm an assistant autopsy technician and a medic with the Wing City Police Department, specifcally the Special Investigations Branch. The doctor I work under wrote a letter..."
Horatio Castle reached out with a smile to take the aforementioned letter, looking rather pleased with what he was hearing. "So you have the drive, but at the present you don't have the grades that you need. The job you hold at the moment shows that you're capable of handing the practical tasks and a high-stress job.
"So, why do you think you didn't do very well in school?" He held up a hand before Iante could speak. "And this isn't a trick question; I'm honestly curious. If you want to make it as a doctor, one of the first things you need to be able to do is examine your own performance. Also, if you want to pass the relevant tests, we need to work out where things went wrong in the past."
"So, why do you think you didn't do very well in school?" He held up a hand before Iante could speak. "And this isn't a trick question; I'm honestly curious. If you want to make it as a doctor, one of the first things you need to be able to do is examine your own performance. Also, if you want to pass the relevant tests, we need to work out where things went wrong in the past."
"You could put it that way," Iante agreed with a nod as he relinquished the letter to Horatio's grasp. "He's my supervisor. I've been learning from him and he's been very accommodating." Clowes was nothing if not immensely grateful.
"I --" He paused as Horatio held up his hand. "I'm not... It could've been a couple of things. I didn't like school much and my home-life wasn't exactly pleasant - not that I'm trying to use that as an excuse or anything. I love my parents and my Mum tried to help me out as much as she could. I just didn't handle my problems very well and only really pulled myself together in my fifth year. I got most of my grades then. After that, I snapped a bit and left home to go live with an older friend of mine. I had to leave my school and since I wanted to help my friend, I got a job in a hospital as a health care assistant. I was going to take the exams whilst I worked there, but then I managed to get into the SIB with my friend's help and since then I've been training as a pathology technician specialising in criminal forensics."
"I --" He paused as Horatio held up his hand. "I'm not... It could've been a couple of things. I didn't like school much and my home-life wasn't exactly pleasant - not that I'm trying to use that as an excuse or anything. I love my parents and my Mum tried to help me out as much as she could. I just didn't handle my problems very well and only really pulled myself together in my fifth year. I got most of my grades then. After that, I snapped a bit and left home to go live with an older friend of mine. I had to leave my school and since I wanted to help my friend, I got a job in a hospital as a health care assistant. I was going to take the exams whilst I worked there, but then I managed to get into the SIB with my friend's help and since then I've been training as a pathology technician specialising in criminal forensics."
Doctor Andy stumbled in, ready for another night of binge drinking to drown his sorrows. No job, no woman, no security. Talk about a guy down on his fucking luck, and he looked every bit the disheveled part.
Doctor Andy shambled to the bar, a broken, drunken shell of his former self. His sweat-stained lab coat was riddled with food stains of varying descriptions, his eyes were barely visible, and he hadn't shaven in months. On top of this, failing to pay rent had led him to be thrown out onto the street, and he lacked the fighting prowess necessary to survive, as evidenced by the numerous contusions.
"So, if I remember correctly..." Jaida said thoughtfully, looking up at the building ahead of them. "The third floor is the intensive care unit, and we can't visit Sana unless we're family members. So..." She looked over to him with a lifted brow.
"Care to take on a little roleplaying, Vince?"
Her lips quirked into an amused smile, but her eyes were dark with the seriousness surrounding the situation.
"Care to take on a little roleplaying, Vince?"
Her lips quirked into an amused smile, but her eyes were dark with the seriousness surrounding the situation.
Vince returned the smile, laughing just a bit before he began to walk into the hospital. "I think I can manage. I've played this game a couple of times." he told her, looking around with the one eye he had. The other was in his pocket in a little tube. He did not want to walk around casually with it in. He had made sure to comb enough hair over the empty hole in his head so that Jaida would not see it.
"Ready, concerned sister of Sana?"
"Ready, concerned sister of Sana?"
"Roger that." she replied, rolling her shoulders and striding after him. "So, if I'm the sister, what does that make you?" She asked, lowering her voice a tad as they entered the main lobby of the Hospital. Volunteers and patients and patient family members ambled around the glossy interior. She stuck close to Vince's side in case, well...in case one of them turned out to be someone they really didn't want to see.
"The concerned cousin. And since none of use have the same hair color, we can say you dyed your hair." he said, letting his arms hand casually at his sides. He put on a slight, concerned frown, which was not hard to achieve. Sana was, after all, a long time friend.
As they walked and stuck close, their shoulders brushing, Vince lead them to the counter, looking at the woman there. "I'm sorry. We're here to see a patient. Family. Where is room 302 located?" he asked her.
As they walked and stuck close, their shoulders brushing, Vince lead them to the counter, looking at the woman there. "I'm sorry. We're here to see a patient. Family. Where is room 302 located?" he asked her.