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Who: Pacifica and you!
When: 9/12 (backdated)
Where: Grantebrycge
What: Paying a visit to the hospital, looking for some answers
Rating: None
[Though she did her best to ignore it, there's a sense of curiosity that Pacifica's been harboring since she first began receiving letters and gifts from other Heroes. The job posting on the bulletin board had drawn her attention more than once, too, making Pacifica pause whenever she passed by it. Who would waste the energy to comfort complete strangers? she'd scoffed to herself at the time. Yet, she'd known that many of her fellow Heroes would do exactly that.
The question "Why?" has lingered in her mind since then, making her curiosity grow rather than fade with time. So when Pacifica finds herself stepping through the hospital's doorway after classes one day, it's with an air of resignation, as if she knew she'd end up here eventually. The job listing had mentioned hospital patients as possible recipients of those letters, after all.
Perhaps it's the embarrassment that she's even here, but Pacifica skips over the main desk and chooses to study a directory on the hospital's wall. With the majority of the student uniforms here embellished with Bixbite colors, Pacifica stands out in her Citrine uniform. She doesn't pay any of the odd looks thrown her way any heed, though, focused as she is on the writing in front of her.
She mutters, just loud enough for anyone nearby to hear--] Where is it? Why isn't this thing more organized?
(ooc: Prose or brackets are both fine! I will match whatever format is used.)
When: 9/12 (backdated)
Where: Grantebrycge
What: Paying a visit to the hospital, looking for some answers
Rating: None
[Though she did her best to ignore it, there's a sense of curiosity that Pacifica's been harboring since she first began receiving letters and gifts from other Heroes. The job posting on the bulletin board had drawn her attention more than once, too, making Pacifica pause whenever she passed by it. Who would waste the energy to comfort complete strangers? she'd scoffed to herself at the time. Yet, she'd known that many of her fellow Heroes would do exactly that.
The question "Why?" has lingered in her mind since then, making her curiosity grow rather than fade with time. So when Pacifica finds herself stepping through the hospital's doorway after classes one day, it's with an air of resignation, as if she knew she'd end up here eventually. The job listing had mentioned hospital patients as possible recipients of those letters, after all.
Perhaps it's the embarrassment that she's even here, but Pacifica skips over the main desk and chooses to study a directory on the hospital's wall. With the majority of the student uniforms here embellished with Bixbite colors, Pacifica stands out in her Citrine uniform. She doesn't pay any of the odd looks thrown her way any heed, though, focused as she is on the writing in front of her.
She mutters, just loud enough for anyone nearby to hear--] Where is it? Why isn't this thing more organized?
(ooc: Prose or brackets are both fine! I will match whatever format is used.)
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If my parents were in the hospital, I would... [Actually, she isn't sure what she would do. Stay angry with them? Abruptly, she changes the subject.] Never mind. Let's just visit the girl.
[She avoids his gaze as she walks into the room, hanging back slightly to see how Sorey handles the situation first. Comforting people isn't exactly her strong point.]