Day 54: Staff-Only Outdoor Patio/Eating Area

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His patient hadn't shown up.

Whether that was because the poor guy had been gassed or because he'd just decided that he didn't want to deal with it and had ended up sedated as a result was unclear. The nurses were too busy with their own tasks to explain, and so Wilson had been left to stew in his office for the entire shift. He'd considered writing a letter to Landel, but at this point it was starting to seem like the Head Doctor wasn't really the head of things after all.

Wilson would have thought it would be required that any entering doctor was told about the government and military being involved in this operation, but apparently not! And he was just getting fed up with this entire place.

By the time lunch rolled around, Wilson was eager to get out of his office. He needed to talk to someone about this, and even if it was only his fellow doctors who he'd more or less kept a professional distance from before now, that was about to change.

He needed to know if he was the only one who thought this was totally ridiculous.

Unfortunately, when he took the trip upstairs and out onto the patio, he found it empty except for a nurse who was setting things up. Sighing, he moved over to her and asked if any of the doctors would be coming by -- but naturally, she didn't know.

Wilson dragged a hand down his face and then sat at one of the tables. It was cold out, but so long as it wasn't raining, he could handle some chilly weather. It occurred to him that he should probably get some food, but he was too wound up at the moment to bother.

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Venkman had been too caught up in actually making progress with a patient for once to test out the PKE Meter. On any other day, this kind of progress would've made him feel self-satisfied, and he would've treated himself to a nice big snack for desert after lunch. As it was, though, the continued presence of the military and the looming possibility of conspiracy only left him feeling more ambivalent about what he was doing. So what if he could actually pin down some helpful points with a patient? Did it really matter so much when they were in the middle of Operation Tailwind here?

Though, he was still having that desert, goddamnit. If anything he deserved it more on a day like today.

He wasn't normally one to hang around with the other doctors on his lunch. More often than not, he ended up chatting up the nurses while walking and stretching his legs, nodding in the direction of his colleagues, and then heading back to eat lunch in the relative comfort of his office. It wasn't any fault of the doctors themselves (though, a couple of them had weirded Venkman out, including the hippie-haired Disraeli and the underaged Yumeno), It was just the fact that he had colleagues other than Ray or Egon that didn't sit well with him. Today, though, he had a feeling that socializing would do him more good than it usually did. The others had to have something to say about all that had gone on today, as well as all the other shit that they had to put up with on a regular basis.

Up on the patio, there was only one other staff member already there. Wilson, wasn't it? He hadn't really paid much attention to names after initial introductions. He hadn't seemed like a bad guy just from a first impression, though.

Venkman made his way over with his lunch (home-packed; with all his recent suspicions, the idea of eating Institute-provided food left him with a funny feeling in his gut). He didn't sit right next to Wilson, but did take a nearby seat, across and one chair down. He let silence hang between them for a few moments as he opened up a pastrami sandwich and started in on it. After a few bites, he spoke up: "Some weather we're having, huh?" From his tone of voice and a cock of his head back toward the building, it was clear that Venkman wasn't talking about meteorological phenomena.