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recolle2018-06-13 06:08 pm
erythristic) wrote in recolle2018-06-13 06:08 pm
reset myself and get back on track (open)
WHO: Grell and you!
WHERE: Across town.
WHEN: The month of June!
WHAT: Catch all event log -
WARNINGS: TBA
viea village.
[these tasks set before them reminded her of the previous cards - the ones that had been composed of nothing but pure fun, lighthearted in action and purpose. it was enough to make one miss Jim, with his absurdities and general irreverence for their condition - the messages that were coming through now were still quite sobering.
in the park, she contemplates this. it's getting closer to evening, and she's lazily pushing herself on the swings - no children around to feel guilty about stealing a swing from.
talk about your family.
they could have asked for something far easier.]
---
apprassage.
[art isn't her strong suit. she can doodle, anyone can. but she'd parked herself outside the cat cafe to create this wished for self portrait. except that so far nothing is looking good. draw one line, erase it. draw another, erase that. it's frustrating, it's stupid, and finally after a few lines looked alright and the next looked absolutely terrible, she rips it off of the memo pad she's been using, crumpling it into a ball, and throwing it to the ground to convey her frustration.
oh. she was in public. hastily she gets up to try and retrieve the paper, hoping no one had noticed that fit of outrage. they can look at the adorable cats inside instead.]
---
hospital.
[there is a neat, carefully lettered sign in the hospital, where the morgue and medical examiner offices are. it's written in red pen, and taped up in the elevator for those who care to look.]
If you wish to offer your help with reorganization, please DO NOT attempt to do so in the lower departments (morgue, medical examination) without asking for approval first. Everything has a place it needs to be, and if you ruin the order of things more than this city already has, I can think of at least five tasks that are far less pleasant for you to do.
Just ask. It's the civilized thing to do.
-Dr. Grell Izunia
---
wildcard.
[for scenarios not covered! have an idea? throw it at me.]
WHERE: Across town.
WHEN: The month of June!
WHAT: Catch all event log -
WARNINGS: TBA
viea village.
[these tasks set before them reminded her of the previous cards - the ones that had been composed of nothing but pure fun, lighthearted in action and purpose. it was enough to make one miss Jim, with his absurdities and general irreverence for their condition - the messages that were coming through now were still quite sobering.
in the park, she contemplates this. it's getting closer to evening, and she's lazily pushing herself on the swings - no children around to feel guilty about stealing a swing from.
talk about your family.
they could have asked for something far easier.]
---
apprassage.
[art isn't her strong suit. she can doodle, anyone can. but she'd parked herself outside the cat cafe to create this wished for self portrait. except that so far nothing is looking good. draw one line, erase it. draw another, erase that. it's frustrating, it's stupid, and finally after a few lines looked alright and the next looked absolutely terrible, she rips it off of the memo pad she's been using, crumpling it into a ball, and throwing it to the ground to convey her frustration.
oh. she was in public. hastily she gets up to try and retrieve the paper, hoping no one had noticed that fit of outrage. they can look at the adorable cats inside instead.]
---
hospital.
[there is a neat, carefully lettered sign in the hospital, where the morgue and medical examiner offices are. it's written in red pen, and taped up in the elevator for those who care to look.]
If you wish to offer your help with reorganization, please DO NOT attempt to do so in the lower departments (morgue, medical examination) without asking for approval first. Everything has a place it needs to be, and if you ruin the order of things more than this city already has, I can think of at least five tasks that are far less pleasant for you to do.
Just ask. It's the civilized thing to do.
-Dr. Grell Izunia
---
wildcard.
[for scenarios not covered! have an idea? throw it at me.]
Apprassage
[Well, isn't that just rude. Avery just walks up behind a strange girl and says that? But he seems to be intent on trying to be helpful, even if he's looking absolutely anywhere but at the redhead's face.
He hands her the paper ball that landed at his feet.]
Try again.
[He won't look at the crumpled paper. Obviously, it wasn't to be seen.]