by Nayt on Mon Sep 06, 2010 10:20 pm
Well . . . as tiring and disorienting as this all was, Hrothgar had a good point (that he inadvertently communicated, at least). This was pretty hilarious. She might not have laughed so openly, but she certainly smiled and felt the urge to; Kei just didn't give in, was all.
"Hey, Hroth, I just want you to know," Kei paused a second and folded her arms over her chest, "If someone in there just so happens to have Prophecies of the Lost-- I quit."
And rightly so. That would be beyond the point of coincidences and down the road of outright eeriness, like good and bad karma being distorted and turned into some utterly terrifying. Seeing how far that brand of rabbit hole went was guaranteed to end in death. Or worse. They could always been tricked into becoming citizens of Xexoria. There were few fates in the world worse than that.
Last night, Kei and Hrothgar weren't really cognitive enough to gather all the details of the ground floor-main room. They'd been led through here by that guard Jareth in a big fat hurry, and wound up coming out no less confused and tired than they were when they went in. Now, at least, they were awake enough to see some details. The main room was pretty small and seemed to only have a few chairs. This clinic was probably founded on getting people through quickly, as it clearly didn't have room in reception to carry a bunch of injured folk. Reception was also pretty unsanitary; it was dirty and dusty and hadn't been seriously cleaned in awhile. Its white walls and gray floor didn't make it look any better, either.
At the front desk, situated right between two doors into the main section of the large clinic, sat an old lady in a nurse's uniform. She wore a shade of lipstick absolutely taboo for a woman of her age to wear and dressed less like she was clearing 70 and more like she was encroaching on 60.
Absolutely scandalous.
The second she saw Hrothgar and Kei approaching, she suppressed a gasp, rummaged around for a clipboard as best as her fragile old hands could manage, and slid it down her desk to meet the two as they arrived.
"Please, just jot down your symptoms and preexisting conditions!" she exclaimed hastily, "And I'll get a doctor to come take care of you!"