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TITLE: Time to Take Your Medicine!
CHARACTERS: Elena, Zexion
LOCATION: Day Room
SUMMARY: Elena brings some delicious pills to Zexy.
DATE: Day 1
Elena hated her uniform at Malaise. For some reason, whoever designed the "scrubs" thought that showing a bit of skin was a sure-fire way to get the patients to feeling better. Personally, Elena thought they were degrading and uncomfortable. The skirt fell to her upper thighs, so she always had to be careful around her male colleagues. The pumps had left blisters on her feet until she had raided the clinic for bandaids, and the little hat the previous Headmaster had given her was stuffed in a trunk somewhere. No way in hell was she going to be laughed at. She was taking this job seriously. Or trying to.
Apparently, one of the patients hadn't come and taken their medicine earlier in the day. Her job was to seek out the individual and ask them to take their medicine--one she had to resort to violence. It was amusing afterwards to see the doctors' faces when she explained how she had held a grown man down and force-fed him 13 different medications. Well, that was what happened when you were raised by a father who knew far too much about combat for his own good.
So now, she was on a search. For a character named Zexion. With a little paper cup of water in her hand, and a ziploc of medication taped to her clipboard, she was ready to go.
CHARACTERS: Elena, Zexion
LOCATION: Day Room
SUMMARY: Elena brings some delicious pills to Zexy.
DATE: Day 1
Elena hated her uniform at Malaise. For some reason, whoever designed the "scrubs" thought that showing a bit of skin was a sure-fire way to get the patients to feeling better. Personally, Elena thought they were degrading and uncomfortable. The skirt fell to her upper thighs, so she always had to be careful around her male colleagues. The pumps had left blisters on her feet until she had raided the clinic for bandaids, and the little hat the previous Headmaster had given her was stuffed in a trunk somewhere. No way in hell was she going to be laughed at. She was taking this job seriously. Or trying to.
Apparently, one of the patients hadn't come and taken their medicine earlier in the day. Her job was to seek out the individual and ask them to take their medicine--one she had to resort to violence. It was amusing afterwards to see the doctors' faces when she explained how she had held a grown man down and force-fed him 13 different medications. Well, that was what happened when you were raised by a father who knew far too much about combat for his own good.
So now, she was on a search. For a character named Zexion. With a little paper cup of water in her hand, and a ziploc of medication taped to her clipboard, she was ready to go.