Home. It had been a compelling idea. Enough of one that Tae, who had been doing the ill-advised thing of working late and thus who had fallen asleep at her desk, moved without thinking.
Who knew how 'getting home' would work so she grabbed his emergency kit, threw on her clothes from home, and raced after the... Well, creature? Agrii? She didn't know what to call it. And now here she was, fuming.
"Seriously, if they didn't want us to save their world they could have just said so," she said. "The whole jailed thing doesn't make sense."
Which she supposed covered just about everything here. Nothing made sense.
Of course there's now so much time to fill. During the days most of her time is spent in the waiting room, her medical kit near at hand, some of the paper and pencils in hand as she sketches to pass the time. Often there is a bowl of protein paste near at hand, and she looks far from excited to try some.
By the third day she's found at a new crafting project. Those white jumpsuits? Well, she's clearly collected the one from her bedroom and she's got some medical scissors, a needle, and some thread out. You better believe she's going to find a way to make this thing look better.
"What I'd give for some dyes to make this a better color."
White was not her vibe, except for the whole doctor's coat.
And, of course, there's always the other thing that she gets up to. Doctors, they've got to do rounds. Sure it's not for physical health, but mental health is probably something worth considering. Which of course is far from her specialty. But she does move through the halls knocking on doors to look in on people.
Tae Takemi | OTA
Who knew how 'getting home' would work so she grabbed his emergency kit, threw on her clothes from home, and raced after the... Well, creature? Agrii? She didn't know what to call it. And now here she was, fuming.
"Seriously, if they didn't want us to save their world they could have just said so," she said. "The whole jailed thing doesn't make sense."
Which she supposed covered just about everything here. Nothing made sense.
Of course there's now so much time to fill. During the days most of her time is spent in the waiting room, her medical kit near at hand, some of the paper and pencils in hand as she sketches to pass the time. Often there is a bowl of protein paste near at hand, and she looks far from excited to try some.
By the third day she's found at a new crafting project. Those white jumpsuits? Well, she's clearly collected the one from her bedroom and she's got some medical scissors, a needle, and some thread out. You better believe she's going to find a way to make this thing look better.
"What I'd give for some dyes to make this a better color."
White was not her vibe, except for the whole doctor's coat.
And, of course, there's always the other thing that she gets up to. Doctors, they've got to do rounds. Sure it's not for physical health, but mental health is probably something worth considering. Which of course is far from her specialty. But she does move through the halls knocking on doors to look in on people.