[open thread]
Who: Athena, Echo + OPEN
What: Athena makes her hospital rounds
Where: Olympia Hospital
When: Tuesday, 9am - 1pm
Warnings: tba.
Athena had a large collection of business casual clothing. It wasn't that she enjoyed wearing ten variations on the same basic look, but she had to convey a certain air of "non-uptight professional" in the workplace. Her pencil skirt was form-fitting, but not overly so, and even though the shirt underneath her jacket was a smart pinstripe, she kept the first two buttons undone and rolled her cuffs up a few times to give a relaxed image. It was all very calculated, and when she did her rounds at Olympia Hospital, she usually had to be. This was where she met with her most difficult patients, but it was also where she learned the most.
She stepped into her borrowed office, setting her leather tote down on the desk, patient files peeking out from the top. There was an overstuffed chair and a couch on the far end, and diplomas that were not hers on the wall. This would do.
The heels of her shoes sunk into the carpet as she entered and shut the door behind her, leaving it open only a crack. She had to look inviting, but private. Approachable, but professional. Your friend but also your therapist.
It was five 'til nine. Her first appointment should be entering soon.
What: Athena makes her hospital rounds
Where: Olympia Hospital
When: Tuesday, 9am - 1pm
Warnings: tba.
Athena had a large collection of business casual clothing. It wasn't that she enjoyed wearing ten variations on the same basic look, but she had to convey a certain air of "non-uptight professional" in the workplace. Her pencil skirt was form-fitting, but not overly so, and even though the shirt underneath her jacket was a smart pinstripe, she kept the first two buttons undone and rolled her cuffs up a few times to give a relaxed image. It was all very calculated, and when she did her rounds at Olympia Hospital, she usually had to be. This was where she met with her most difficult patients, but it was also where she learned the most.
She stepped into her borrowed office, setting her leather tote down on the desk, patient files peeking out from the top. There was an overstuffed chair and a couch on the far end, and diplomas that were not hers on the wall. This would do.
The heels of her shoes sunk into the carpet as she entered and shut the door behind her, leaving it open only a crack. She had to look inviting, but private. Approachable, but professional. Your friend but also your therapist.
It was five 'til nine. Her first appointment should be entering soon.