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[pumpkinbutt]

Who: Sam (pumpkinbutt) & anyone!
Where: Locke City Hospital & nearby park
When: Monday Feb 3rd; late afternoon/evening
What: Getting her usual check-ups and enjoying being out of the house for a while.

[Park: Closed to Philip]
[ The first batch of appointments are done for the day, and honestly? Sam's ready for a breather. The constant being helped in and out of one of the hospital's cheelchairs, the exercises, response tests... It's a lot! So when she's finally given a moment to relax Sam knows exactly where she wants to be wheeled: a nearby park just a block or so off from the main hospital grounds.

It's huge or grand or anything but it's outside and the cooler, fresh air makes her feel better already. Ultimately she asks to be set near one of the benches along the paths that run through it, and it's from there she'll sit with a blanket over her lap and for the moment just enjoy things as they are. ]



[Evening: Hospital (OPEN)]
[ ...And then later it's back to a few more appointments. Mostly routine stuff followed by a consultation by her family doctor but it does take a while for everything to get compiled and set up so Sam decides to busy herself with her 3DS while she waits both between appointments and after, eventually winding up near the cafeteria. Her aide's run off to fetch something for her to eat (since ew, hospital food).

At least there's no more tests to be done by that point so she's able to wear her clothes like normal and sit at an actual table, chair folded up and off to one side. ]


[[ ooc; first option is closed but the second's open to anyone who'd like to meet Sam, prearranged or not! She is disabled and has to use a wheelchair to move around, just as an fyi *^*b ]]

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[darkhourdear]

[It's probably still too cold to really take Gloria for a long walk, but... Phillip doesn't really care. She wants out, so he'll take her out! He promised his parents he wouldn't be long, but it looks like the golden retriever has other ideas.

They start walking sort of past the area where Sam is sitting before Gloria decides she wants to sniff this person. And seeing as Phillip is half her size, he gets dragged.]

Whoah, Gloria! [Too late! Sam has a dog sniffing her now.] I'm really sorry! Usually she doesn't do that...

[pumpkinbutt]

[ It makes for a comical sight, watching some poor kid get pulled along by their dog. Sam just wasn't expecting that he'd get dragged over to her, and with a slightly surprise look she shifts her legs closer together (all the movement she's really able to make with them) and leans back a bit--just in case. Some dogs liked to jump after all. ]

Oh--no, it's okay... [ She just looks a little startled. ]

[darkhourdear]

[Gloria knows better than to jump, at least. She'll just sit next to Sam and sniff, and maybe lick her hand if given the chance.]

Gloria, sit. [Oh wait she was going to do that anyway... oh well.] Uh, she's really nice, if you want to pet her.

[pumpkinbutt]

Are you sure it's okay? She won't be upset...?

[ Sam knows it's silly to worry; Gloria appears well enough behaved albeit a little enthusiastic. It's just the notion of actually being able to reach out a pet a dog just as easily as she might do anything else that's a little daunting.

And exciting, but she tries not to let it show on her face as she fusses her hands in her lap. ]

[darkhourdear]

I'm sure! [Phillip beams at the girl while Gloria waits patiently next to her.] She likes being petted. [He'll scratch the dog's head a little to demonstrate, which results in her tail wagging.]

[pumpkinbutt]

[ It's about all the convincing Sam needs. Her lips are already pressed together in this happy little line as she reaches out tentatively for one of the retriever's ears. The first touch is very much ginger and she just enjoys the soft feel of Gloria's fur, but it doesn't take long for her to warm up and smile more brightly and turn to more proper petting. ]

She's so soft...

[darkhourdear]

[Gloria's tail picks up speed, nuzzling into Sam's hand. Phillip smiles as well- he likes seeing other people happy.]

I know. We have to brush her a lot 'cause she sheds but I think it makes her fur really nice.

Oh! Her name's Gloria, by the way. And I'm Phillip. What's your name?

[sucrosity]

[With her dad in the hospital at the moment, Yoko hasn't had time to do a ton of her regular volunteer work. The kids deserve her at her best--and she's anything but that right now. She's on her way back from dropping off dinner that didn't come on a tray--sure, Dad was drugged up, but he didn't deserve that, right?

That said, he's being more incoherent and obnoxious than usual today, and so she makes her way down to the cafeteria to maybe do homework and eat her salad.

She notices Sam just as she sets her backpack down on the table, and she grins. She wouldn't call herself Sam's friend, given that they've only spoken in passing, but she's been nice the few times they've spoken. Setting down the bag with her food, she nears her from the front, though quietly. She's not quite sneaking up on her, but if she manages to surprise her, she'll be pleased.]

Hi, Sam! ...it is Sam, right? [What if she got it wrong oh crap.]

[pumpkinbutt]

Huh? [ She's been engrossed enough in her game that the sudden sound of her name does make her head snap out like she's been startled, and for a second she's confused because she'd been expecting her aide. It's not often anyone else actually talks to her after all.

But a moment just to catch her wits and Sam realizes she recognizes Yoko's face...though not necessarily her name, and she feels a little guilty for it. ]

--Oh! Hi, yes. Sorry!

I TOTALLY THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS oh my god i'm so sorry

[sucrosity]

[Yoko's gotten familiar with the confused expressions of people who recognize her face when she isn't wearing her volunteer nametag, and it doesn't really ruffle her feathers. Mostly she's just glad she got the name right.

And she surprised her. Small victories!]

Not a big deal. [A beat.] I'm Yoko, I volunteer in the ward.

[She leans over, just a little, her hands linked behind her back.] Are you waiting for someone?

it's okaaaaay<33

[pumpkinbutt]

Right...sorry. Yoko. [ Sam makes a mental note not to forget it this time. ] I should've remembered.

But yeah, sort of. Jeremy went to get me dinner since I'm not a huge fan of hospital food. [ Really, who would be when you could get something not made earlier that day? ]

[sucrosity]

It's fine, it's fine! I forget names of stuff all the time.

[And by that she means 'names of famous historical figures' and 'chemistry terms', but no harm, no foul!

She straightens up, nodding.] Good call. This stuff gets real old, real fast. And I think the Jell-o's actually making my dad crazier.

[The last is hopefully as clear a joke as she intends it. She looks at the closest seat.]

Do you mind if I sit here while you wait?

[pumpkinbutt]

No, go ahead. Really it was just going to be me playing games the whole time by myself if you don't. [ She holds up her DS and waves it a little with a wry sort of smile, but her spirits look like they've lifted at least and she's actually happy for the company. ]

How's he doing?

[deludings]

[The hospital, fortunately, wasn't a place that was too familiar to Shuuya. He rarely got seriously sick, so heading to the hospital was a bit like a small event. That said, he was a little nervous. His mom assured him it was just a check-up. For him, it didn't take very long for the examination to finish. He was ushered outside once it was over, told to wait for his mom.

Half an hour in, he gets restless and asks a staff member where the cafeteria is. He doesn't have much money, but he's willing to settle for a small snack. Looking around for a friendly face, he spots the girl.

Without asking if he can, he heads over to her table and pulls out a seat.]

Hey. I'm gonna sit here. [It's not a question. He's already sitting down.]

[pumpkinbutt]

[ Sam doesn't even get a chance to respond. By the time she looks up from her game, there he is and there's not a word she can get in edge-wise about it. So...well, alright then she supposes. ]

...Okay. [ What a weird guy. Wouldn't you normally ask first...? ]

[deludings]

[Shuuya doesn't seem to mind what she'll think of him as he opens up the bag of chips, popping one in his mouth. There's a moment of silence as he looks up from the table at her.]

... you don't mind, do you? [Not that it'd change anything...]

[pumpkinbutt]

[ Isn't that what you're supposed to ask before?? ]

No...it's fine. [ The rest of the table was empty and it's not as if she needed a whole one to herself. He's just thrown her off a little and Sam's still trying to figure out if he wants to talk or just a place to sit or what. He looks close to her age. ]

[deludings]

[Noticing her hesitation, Shuuya grins and settles his chin on his hand.]

Don't worry. I'm a reeeally friendly guy! My legs were sore from walking around, so I figured I should grab a seat to sit at.

[pumpkinbutt]

Oh...are you visiting someone here? [ Because he looked healthy enough to her all silliness of his aside. Sam relaxes a bit more in her seat and flips the lid of her DS closed. ]

[healspec]

[Ravi's not actually hungry, but he finds himself in the cafeteria anyway because he needs a break that will actually be a break, instead of ending five minutes in with someone dragging him back out onto the floor. Why does the ER even have a breakroom? It's certainly not for the nurses.]

[But nobody's going to run all the way to the cafeteria to drag him back onto the floor. Genius. This is his third 12-hour shift in as many days, and he's got another one tomorrow. Can't blame a guy for wanting to take his full 30 minutes without getting it cut short.]

[anyway the point of all that is to say Ravi is wandering into the cafeteria for a cup of coffee and 30 minutes off his feet. but while he's trying to decide where to sit, he spots Sam and hey doesn't she look really familiar? it clicks when he sees the wheelchair.]

[normally Ravi prefers his downtime to involve avoiding human interaction on any level, but he's been feeling lonely enough lately that the prospect of spending at least part of his break with one of the recurring patients he actually likes doesn't sound like a bad idea at all. he comes over to her table, but doesn't sit yet. kind of rude before you've established whether or not the other person wants you there, in his opinion]

Ah--Sam, yes? [he would not even try 'guessing' her name if he wasn't already absolutely certain it was her.] I have not seen you around for a while.

[pumpkinbutt]

Mister Savarna? [ The voice is familiar but doesn't actually click until Sam looks up and recognizes his face. Surprise flits across her expression and lightens quickly to something a little more pleased; he isn't one of her actual regulars and the few times they've actually spoken before she hasn't minded terribly. He's actually one of the few staff she doesn't actually think of entirely of staff.

The polite thing to do is close her DS, so she does and offers a nod when the latter half of his greeting comes. ]

Yeah, I was out of state for a while for treatment... My recovery's almost done so I was able to come back home.

[healspec]

[oh gosh is that somebody actually looking pleased to see him? this is the best thing that's happened to him all week!]

[his smile is small, but certainly genuine, as he takes a seat across the table from her. he sets his coffee down in front of him, fingers wrapped around the cup.]

[problem: he is really really bad at small talk. he realizes this when he gets her explanation and totally blanks on an appropriate response. noooo the tragedy of being an anxiety-ridden introvert who suddenly finds himself craving company! HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS ALL THE TIME?]

Ah--where at? [the first thing he can think of that seems like a reasonable follow-up.]

[pumpkinbutt]

[ Introvert high-five bro, introvert high-five. ]

Over in Texas. They had a big facility over there, so... [ Not to mention several specialists but it was a relief to be sent there instead of overseas somewhere like when she'd been younger. Much closer to home.

Sam shrugs a little. ]

We'll see.

[healspec]

[hm, what are the big MDA hospitals in Texas...? he's trying to guess where she might have gone, but he's blanking. it's not his state, and it's not his area of expertise.]

Ah--I did my combat medic training in Texas. [probably not anywhere near where she ended up, he figures. it feels pointless to have said, ugh, HOW DO PEOPLE SOCIALIZE.]

[he's just going to try to shrug it off and move on] It is not a bad place to spend the winter, at least.

[pumpkinbutt]

[ HE'S TRYING AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS. ]

Does Texas really get winter? [ ...Because that's the easiest part of that to focus on, really. She doesn't know what to say about combat medical training. ]