2nd Fight

[soulless_soldier]

You're at Mayfield's hospital today. Why? Maybe you work there, maybe you stubbed your toe or are getting your vaccines up to date. Whatever the case, you are being attended to by the most miserable candystriper in town.

A) Barton's in the gift shop staring into space. This is her trying to contain her rage, without taking it out on all stuffed toys staring at her with their button eyes. She's busying herself with some playing cards, with a game of solitaire. You might even catch her practicing 3-Card Monte when she thinks no one's looking. It was always a good way to pick up some extra cash on the street, but she's rusty.

B) The drone head nurse is arguing with her about what she's wearing. The jumpers are the uniform, not pants. Barton suggests that is she's being forced into an unpaid job, she'll damn well wear what she wants to wear. Care to intervene before she goes and gets herself droned?

C) Barton is wandering about, looking things over. The novelty of being in a futuristic town hasn't worn off yet, and she's checking out all the various equipment and technology she's not used to, being from the 20s. Not that she would have a clue in her own time what any medical equipment would do, it doesn't stop her from poking at things. Oh, is she supposed to be helping you? You might want to speak up. Maybe.

D) She's on a break, sitting on the curb out in front of the hospital, watching people go by. Barton really didn't know what to make of this place. She would think she was going to wake up from this dream any moment now, except she hadn't slept in 35 years. It was hard to accept this whole weird place was her life now.

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[fearcutsdeeper]

[Exploring town, a skinny, short-haired girl makes her way past the hospital, still in the clothes she found in her room - green dress and penny loafers, with a baton tucked in her belt.

Arya looks up at the hospital's sign in slight confusion, unconsciously mouthing the unfamiliar word. Her glaze flicks over the girl sitting on the curb in front briefly. She was wearing pants. How come she got to wear pants?]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She notices she's being observed, and she looks up at Arya, frowning.]

What.

[fearcutsdeeper]

[She frowns right back.]

Where did you get pants?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

I stole them from my "dad". [They're obviously too large for her, and are cuffed and belted. But hey, they're pants.]

[fearcutsdeeper]

[Another word she doesn't know. She quirks an eyebrow slightly.]

"Dad"?

D)

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[Nina is striding purposefully up to the hospital. She actually does stop, though, when sees a vaguely familiar face sitting on the curb. She actually stops and waves as she goes over.]

Barton, right? Hey. Settling in okay?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Her dour expression answers for her.]

Hey. Not really.

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear it. But at least if you're having trouble, that means this place hasn't assimilated you yet. [Nina glances at the hospital.] Do they make you work here?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

More like making me a slave. It's volunteer work. But if I don't do it, I'll get droned, right?

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, yes. At least you get to help people, though, right? [Not that Nina expects Barton to be overwhelmingly impressed by that, if the girl's previous behavior and attitudes are any indication.]

B!

[spellbent]

[ Warren comes upon the scene and gives a mighty roll of his eyes. He barks some nonsense at the nurse about being needed somewhere or other for something. She scurries off to do as she's told, and Warren turns to Barton ]

Don't argue with the drones, unless you want to end up as one.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

I guess I keep hoping something I say'll make it through their thick skulls.

[spellbent]

It's not, so don't try.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Is there really no way to fix these people? Or at least prevent it from happening? Someone told me it just happens at random.

[spellbent]

[ pffft ] Fix the drones? Don't make me laugh.

And the only way to prevent it from happening is by not breaking the rules. Sometimes it happens at random, and sometimes it's used as punishment.

D

[counterstrikes.livejournal.com]

Hey, are you...okay?

[Chie was on a run--it's part of her training, part of her familiarizing herself with the town. Barton's expressionless face kind of stands out, though. Definitely not a drone. She thinks.]

I mean, aside from this place being awful.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Naw, that's pretty much it. They gave me a "job" that's only making it worse.

[counterstrikes.livejournal.com]

That's awful. What kind of job did they give you? They didn't give me one, so I don't really know what's there.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

They call it a "candy striper" cuz of this god-awful uniform, I guess. It's a hospital volunteer. So I don't even get paid. But if I don't do it, I'll get droned.

[counterstrikes.livejournal.com]

Oh, geez! That sucks! I can't believe they'd force you to do something like that...and hospitals are totally creepy, too, even without the Mayfield-factor.

B

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

[ Souji is leading a small group of droned children through the hospital. They are all wearing "VISITOR" stickers. He is wearing a boy scout uniform, explaining how if you have a "big ouchie" you come here and the doctor will take care of you. ]

Re: B

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Souji and the scouts come across Barton arguing with the nurse. She shuts up when she notices a crowd of kids watching. She gives Souji a confused look.]

What's this about?

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

I'm giving the kids a tour of the hospital.

[ He turns to the small group of drone children. ]

This lady is a candystriper. She volunteers her time at the hospital.

[ The children 'ooh' and 'ahh' in a harmonious choir. ]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[She looks them over, frowning slightly. She doesn't exactly like being a spectacle.]

So is this the job you were given, or did you get to pick it?

[inababanchou.livejournal.com]

I picked it.