Control Yourself [Open/ Active]
Characters: Angela Montenegro and anyone
Time: Saturday Morning
Location: Starting at the Infirmary and then whenever
Content: Angela is finally getting out of the Infirmary after being there for three weeks.
Format: Whichever
Note: So Ange is wandering around the Institute. Anywhere is fair game, just put where they are in the title.
Angela was still pretty sore, but she was, at the very least, eating whole foods now. Well, when she wanted to eat. The pain had subsided dramatically, but she still had a bandage. Sure, she was still a little off skilter, but she was a lot better.
With one hand, she held on to her bag. She promised Combeferre she wouldn't be reckless, because after she came back from the diner, she had to answer to a very stern Combeferre. But no matter, she was much better now. Ange had nearly stopped pulling the "I'm in so much pain, where is the morphine" face.
And what did she want to do? Everything. She'd been cooped up and just wanted to go anywhere and everywhere.
Time: Saturday Morning
Location: Starting at the Infirmary and then whenever
Content: Angela is finally getting out of the Infirmary after being there for three weeks.
Format: Whichever
Note: So Ange is wandering around the Institute. Anywhere is fair game, just put where they are in the title.
Angela was still pretty sore, but she was, at the very least, eating whole foods now. Well, when she wanted to eat. The pain had subsided dramatically, but she still had a bandage. Sure, she was still a little off skilter, but she was a lot better.
With one hand, she held on to her bag. She promised Combeferre she wouldn't be reckless, because after she came back from the diner, she had to answer to a very stern Combeferre. But no matter, she was much better now. Ange had nearly stopped pulling the "I'm in so much pain, where is the morphine" face.
And what did she want to do? Everything. She'd been cooped up and just wanted to go anywhere and everywhere.