Clinic (Physical Health) – Ground Floor, Residential Building
1:22 PM – Andrew Rhodes (Hope Daly)Georgiana called the senior case worker just after one o’clock with an ominous message:
“Drew? I got one of your kids here in the clinic, she’s looking for you. She wouldn’t tell me what’s wrong and her vitals are funny. She also just asked me on how well Open Roads is equipped to deal with medical issues. You better come down here because whatever it is, it might be serious.” The doctor waited in the lobby for Andrew. When he arrived, she immediately passed him Hope Daly’s vital chart which wasn’t inspiring any confidence for them both. Hope’s respiration was slightly weak, her blood pressure was low, and her heart was palpitating. The only good thing about her vitals was that she wasn’t running a fever.
“She didn’t tell you anything at all?” Andrew asked.
“No, she’ll only tell it you. I would have done a quick blood work to get a better picture but OR is a shelter and not a hospital. That means no lab and we’re pretty much regulated to first aid and preventive measures.”
“Okay,” Andrew scratched his beard. “Thanks for the heads up. I’ll talk to her.”
The clinic was never a popular place in the shelter. It tends to bounce between empty and nearly-empty throughout a year with winter having the most patients. Andrew quickly found Hope and sat on the chair by her bedside. “Hey Kid. How you feeling? Georgiana said you were looking for me.”
TraceStHusky, Please ignore the following scene of Erika Sutherland. The following scene contains a phone conversation between Georgiana and Andrew regarding Hope which I intentionally left vague to suit any possible outcome of Hope’s and Andrew’s interaction.
Andrew Rhodes’ Office – Welcome Building
4:48 PM – Andrew Rhodes (Erika Sutherland)Andrew was on the phone talking to Dr. Wilson regarding Hope since the subject was a delicate one.
Never ever a dull moment. The senior case worker thought. First was the dining hall incident with Erika and then Hope checking into the clinic. He sighed, his enthusiasm from this morning drained. Being a case worker in Open Roads was just like being a good parent. You simply worry about the kids you’re taking care of. One way or the other, you have to help them make the right choices or make those choices for them. Andrew’s intercom buzzed, it was the secretary informing him that Erika has arrived.
“I have to call you back Georgiana, my five o’clock has arrived.” He hanged up and drew Erika’s case file from a shelf filled with folders containing copies of all the current residents’ file. A total of 156 files. He buzzed Sarah to let Erika in. If not for all the negative terms she gathered during her stay in the shelter, people probably would have described as elegant. She walked with her back straight and her head held high which always gave the impression she was looking down at people. Andrew offered her the seat in front of his desk. He opened her file and sighed.
“Erika, care to explain what happened this afternoon? First warning in nearly a year of good behavior, there must be something to it.”
Howard Brown’s Office – Welcome Building
5:09 PM – Howard Brown (Callie Evans)Callie probably took the furthest seat from Howard which was not that very far. He doesn’t mind of course. Her choice simply told him that she’s on her guard but not confrontational. When he offered her a cigarette, she cautiously accepted and jested which made the case worker chuckle. Callie’s drags were deep and savory. Her smile pretty much convinced Howard that she didn’t had on since her arrival in Open Roads. Smoking probably eased any tension she had or has regarding the appointment, since her body lax slightly. The ‘itch’ probably made her more irritable and from the few interaction he had with Erika, he knew that a nicotine itch combined with her rather snobby behavior, person can be driven mad. Ms. Evans was starting to look less like the rough kid Howard presumed her to be. Most admirable was her constraint. Any rough neck here in Open Roads wouldn’t think twice and simply give Erika, or anyone else, a beating for being dissed but then again the beating normally goes both ways. Erika wasn’t really the type to raise her fist against someone. The girl’s sharp wit was the thing protecting her.
“Okay Ms. Evans tell me what you had in mind when you decided to become a resident in Open Roads.” Howard asked Callie.
“Well...uhh...ya'know...” She struggled to find words as she anxiously tapped her cigarette. “Free food and a bed that wasn't my truck...I guess...”
“You do know a guest may come back every evening for dinner and a bed. They’re allowed breakfast as well. They’re just not allowed to stay over the day...” Howard took a deep drag, “So why took up residency? All the ‘I’ll better myself’ oaths, mandatory classes and therapy, I would assume you find those a hassle if you’re simply seeking free food and a bed?”
You asked for it :P Okay just joking there, Welcome to RPG :D
I'm planning to wrap the meeting up maybe on the next couple of exchange so that you're free to interact with the other players :)