the best little mental asylum this side of the mississippi

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WHO: an open log for NOHoPE people
WHERE: ... NOHoPE
WHEN: any... time.......
WARNINGS: this is going to be a log filled with crazy people, I don't know what you expect.
SUMMARY: Crane's first day at NOHoPE.
FORMAT: anything your black heart desires (but I can't draw so you better not choose that ok) and feel free to tag others or whatever. I put

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MORNING

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He has his identification clipped to his suit jacket, and he looks just like he sounds: calm, professional, a little fastidious. It's time to check in and be taken on a tour and whatnot.

LUNCH

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Though he's never been really great at having an appetite — all those terrible, formal meal times with his grandmother sort of ruined him for eating — Jack doesn't have his difficulties, and so Crane makes an appearance at the cafeteria. He's a methodical, mechanical eater.

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[The Narrator's lunch is rotting. He brings it from home every day in those blue plastic bags they give you at the supermarket, but sometimes he doesn't eat it. Sometimes he forgets. On Friday he forgot because he put it in a nice, organized side pocket of his briefcase (the kind of side pocket that seems appropriate for small lunches) instead of the main compartment like usual, and then he never got hungry. By Tuesday, he needs to dig through and find it. The ziplock bag full of ice melted all over his napkins and ham sandwich and corn chips and god, it smells awful.

In the bathroom, he washes out the inside of his briefcase again and again with hand soap and paper towels.]

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[He'd come in to wash his hands, which he does thoroughly. The Narrator receives a subtle side-eyeing, something which he's probably used to. Crane is exactly the kind of person who refuses to talk to people in bathrooms and gets secretly, irrationally offended when other people talk to him.]

MID-AFTERNOON

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Perhaps he might be in the hallway, or becoming acquainted with patients.

[loves_war]

"Well hello there, Doctor! You are a new one, aren't you?"

'Doctor West's' afternoon appointment smiles broadly upon seeing him.

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"That I am." The smile he gives in response is thin, but not unfriendly. His level of reserve is obvious, though. "I'm pleased to meet you, Major. Dr. Jack West, if you didn't catch it on the network. I hear your performance in the musical was commanding."

[loves_war]

"A pleasure, Doctor West! I am pleased that you have heard of my work on stage. 'Commanding,' yes- I like that word! It really was quite an experience." An experience involving horrible singing, random kittens, and onstage death, but there was no need to talk about such things.

EVENING

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He's on his way out.