017 ☣ Infirmary post + some housekeeping things

[fridgetothefire]

[Backdated to Tuesday]

[She's been in the infirmary since late Sunday night, but she spent most of Monday sleeping. She looks a little pale, propped against pillows, hooked up to an IV, but she seems comfortable enough.]

Hello, barge.

I am so bored. Worse, I can't read without getting a headache right now. So.

[She holds up an infirmary clipboard, the paperwork turned over so she could draw neat, careful charts on the back.]

Come in, sign up for a half-hour time slot and book. Books are sorted by genre and how many hours I estimate it will take to finish them. If you read to me, I'll bake you something nice later.

[OOC: feel free to ignore the regimented tyranny of storytime and talk to her about whatever, either on the network or via spam.]


[Private spam for Ben, before the attacks.]

[She knocks on his door, a cold, shaken look on her face.]

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[fridgetothefire]

[She hands him a copy of A Human Being Died That Night.]

I'm working on a theme.

[Going by the eclectic contents of the rest of her nightstand, this is patently untrue, but it's actually not a lie - she just had Lua bring a sample of her reading list that was fairly well-distributed by genre.]

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[wedonot]

[That gets a raised eyebrow from Charles, because he's looking over that collection and it definitely seems all over the map.]

And what theme is that?

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[fridgetothefire]

The nature of forgiveness.

[She waves a hand dismisively at the other books.]

Ignore those. I've got more than one theme running.

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[wedonot]

Alright. [He flips the book open, thumbing through the pages to the beginning.] I'm assuming we're starting at the beginning? Unless you'd left off somewhere else before you wound up in here.

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[fridgetothefire]

Yes, that's fine.

[And she settles in for some grueling post-apartheid storytime.]