Six am means that it's time for a lovely run in CES. Thankfully, the weather for this is nice, it's sunny but not hot as Martha ran over a wooded path. She slowed her stride, because her run is almost done.
Martha had no idea that Severus had talked to Howie, so she didn't know what she was in for. When he called for her and made his way over, her stride slowed and she offered him a quick smile, despite being a bit out breath.
Freshly showered, Martha showed up at breakfast. Breakfast is normally the meal that Martha never skips, and she's balancing a bagel, a cup of coffee, some fruit and a glass of OJ before she dropped into an empty chair.
Sveta joined her quickly, deciding that she needed to spend some time with her friend, rather than anything else. "Morning, Martha." She had worked some that night and so had more coffee than usual, but she was planning on eating and then going to take a nap.
Martha grinned when Sveta sat down across from her, and she was glad to see her friend there. "Morning Sveta. How was the night shift?" Talking shop was normal, but the grin was real; Martha was pleased to see her friend and she wiggled a bit like a puppy.
Sveta laughed. "Easy. We're down to just maintaining, it seems. It's just hard keeping them all asleep at the same time. They're like children!" She said that with a giggle and sipped at her coffee.
Re: Infirmary 8-2flashy_magicMay 29 2011, 18:12:40 UTC
Drake's in a bed, examining his nails. The nailpolish is chipped, but there's nothing in the infirmary that he can fix them with.
"Hey, can I go yet? I think I'll be fine now."
Sure, his neck still had the scabbed over wounds from the glass and razor that had cut it, and of course his head was still healing from hitting a doorway and being hit by a large painting and a mirror falling on it, the latter breaking when it did so, but other than knowing he looked terrible with his bruises and cuts, he figured he'd be okay. Besides, he had to see if he could cover some of this with make-up.
Martha looked at her patient with a deep frown, watching him as he watched his nails. "I've got some nail polish remover in the office if you'd like it, but Drake, I don't think you're quite ready to be out of here."
She nodded firmly for a moment and then looked to his neck. "How are you feeling?
2:15-Inmate warden bonding time.thegooddrjonesMay 29 2011, 17:59:11 UTC
Martha knocked softly on Coyo's door. It had been a while since they'd talked about what happen, given the coma, the breach and the flood and Martha needed to fix this.
Coyolxauhqui was busy looking at the stars in her room. She was sprawled out of the floor, her hands resting on her stomach, her face the perfect picture of serenity. She was contented, but then again, seeing the stars always made her feel content. Happy. Calm.
She didn't even bother to lift her head off the floor when she heard the knock. "Who is it?"
"It's Martha. I thought we should have a talk." Martha's voice was calm and soft, and she was glad that her inmate sounded alright,calm even. That was a good sign.
Lately the last thing she wanted was to speak with her guide, but her current state made it difficult for her to raise her voice and order her to leave her alone. "Come in," she said with a sigh, though didn't rise to answer the door or to greet her.
Brax earned a grin, as he always did, and she nodded. "I've finished my book, so I've decided that I needed to find something new. So far new things are being a bit evasive. Got any recommendations?"
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"Of course, Howie, what can I do for you?"
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So she might as well be social in the meantime.
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Not telling people she loved was hard.
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"Hey, can I go yet? I think I'll be fine now."
Sure, his neck still had the scabbed over wounds from the glass and razor that had cut it, and of course his head was still healing from hitting a doorway and being hit by a large painting and a mirror falling on it, the latter breaking when it did so, but other than knowing he looked terrible with his bruises and cuts, he figured he'd be okay. Besides, he had to see if he could cover some of this with make-up.
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She nodded firmly for a moment and then looked to his neck. "How are you feeling?
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She didn't even bother to lift her head off the floor when she heard the knock. "Who is it?"
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