Day 64: Waiting Room/Lobby 1 (Fourth Shift)

[unpriest]

A...visitor?

After the therapy session had ended, the nurse cheerfully announced that this mysterious person was waiting for him. Puzzled, he had to wonder how far their insistence to keep up appearances extended. Keep up appearances for whom, exactly?

Nonetheless, Seishin was led to the front of the building into some sort of waiting room. It was still empty when he entered, and after he had sat down in a chair the nurse left to collect his visitor -- or so he assumed.

He frowned. A visitor, was it? He had no idea what exactly to expect... Would it be someone he knew? That would be...impossible, wouldn't it? The fact that he alone had been dragged away from such a bloodbath was absurd enough as it was, after all. Surely, no one from Sotoba would be casually visiting a place like this, convinced their former village priest -- who had betrayed them, no less -- was simply 'mentally ill'. Not after such a mess...

Still, he had a bad feeling about this...

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[fourstonewalls]

A visitor? The last time it had been Fey, but while the nurse who'd bundled her along to the waiting room had let slip that it wasn't the same visitor, she'd just smiled a little too enthusiastically and told Lana anything else would ruin the surprise.

Lana had merely lifted her eyebrows and asked her how well she thought law enforcement professionals usually took surprises. The answer was inconclusive; a coworker, likely, but that could be almost anyone. She hadn't had time for friendship, even in the pack of lies they passed off as her life history.

Well, it ruled out one person. Ema. Lana fixed her reaction to that carefully at grateful and pushed it aside. She picked up an old, battered magazine, and started flipping through it, trying to drum up interest in interior decorating tips.

[damned_visitors]

It seemed Richard's plan to surprise Shirley was going well. She didn't look like she expected him at all. She always stood on occasion whenever he had visited her in her office. He doubted that would have changed, even in her current state of mind.

The typically jolly man winced, knowing full well that he was part of those delusions she had. Poor Shirls. The Chief almost felt it was partially his fault this had happened. Of course it wasn't, but feelings didn't have to be logical. Pushing back those dark thoughts, and forcing a big, familiar grin on his face, Chief of Police Richard Glover stepped into the Waiting Room to meet with his old partner.

"Afternoon, Shirls!" Glover had to work to keep his voice down from the booming volume he was used to. Had to be considerate of the patients and other visitors, after all. His eyes twinkled in fondness behind his bright pink lenses as he approached her, hands tightly clasped in front of him. "My, it feels like it's been years since I last saw you. How have you been, dear?"