002. (visual) the sunset streaks the sky
Trixie has been preoccupied the past few weeks following the bombings, and expects to be more so she gets herself involved with the upcoming trial and privately makes her own plans. She doesn't really feel any especial need to socialize when she isn't in the mood for it, but now her purpose for opening up communication is professional, and having one makes her slightly less aggravated about staying in Taxon--until someone finds an escape route, mind, she's still hoping for that one.
She switches her tablet on to visual. The background reflects the exterior of her car, which is a little worse for wear, lately, but she'll bother with repairs when she's got the time. She's not in front of her apartment, either, but rather just outside Wayne Manor.
"First off: folks interested in testifying at the Doctor's trial can show up at the lobby of the Sanctuary tomorrow afternoon. It's looking like it's going to be a long day, so prepare yourselves. Whoever brings pizza is my favorite."
There's a pause, and she changes topics without bothering to segue with much grace.
"That aside, everything that's gone on lately's got me thinking we could really use an actual hospital--but given the size of the local population, maybe more like a clinic. Look, I know we've got a few medical professionals here besides me, and frankly I just cannot sit here abiding the haphazardness of it all; if we're stuck here, we ought to put something together and do our damn jobs as a cohesive unit, right?" Her grin is a little crooked, but she means it. "Anyway, I got myself a knack for administrating, so I'm scouting locations around town trying to see what building might suffice. But I could use a hand with it, too, and maybe we can expand this into something bigger and more useful than just a clinic, eventually. Give me a holler if you're interested."