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Anise Tatlin ([personal profile] gald_digger) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-06-29 10:57 pm
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Day 42: Wicker Street

As soon as Anise hopped off the bus, she was handed a bundle of coupons, as was routine for these trips, though her nurse stopped her before she could run off and do her own thing. Telling the girl she would surely catch a cold in just a t-shirt, the woman handed Anise a pale purple jacket. It was pretty chilly, so Anise slipped it on without any complaints. Naturally, Tokunaga went over top of it, hanging from its usual spot on her back.

Once she was free to wander around, Anise headed over to Wicker Street. Though she had walked down it once before while searching for a post office, she never really took the time to see what shops were there.

Immediately, a shop window caught her eye - one displaying a row of elegant-looking porcelain dolls. They sort of reminded her of the kinds she used to see the daughters of rich tourists carrying with them... the kinds that were way too expensive for a girl like Anise to have.

Tokunaga was much better than any of them, of course.

Still, the girl couldn't help but gravitate over to the window to get a closer look. The styles of dresses they wore were different from what she usually saw on Auldrant, and the quality and detail were way beyond that of anything Anise considered affordable. It was a little depressing, in a way.

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[identity profile] damned-doctors.livejournal.com 2009-06-30 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Technically today was the second “field trip” to occur during his stay, but it was the first where he had chosen to participate actively. Or as actively as Daedalus ever needed. The last time, he’d kept to himself and out of the way, observing without disturbing, and that day it was to be more of the same, only this time he made the decision to leave his designated room and make his presence known.

There were a few commonalities between patient and doctor, and one of them was being a foreigner in an alien town. Of course, Daedalus had been living in Doyleton for over eleven days now, which was more than enough time to become acquainted with his temporary residence and for the residents to become acquainted with him. With his position, at least. An affiliate with the hospital that sat high on the mountain. All things considered, however, he dared to say he had the advantage of exposure compared to the patients, who came to visit once a week and once a week only. But a superficial advantage was not an advantage at all, as there was nothing truly remarkable about the town or the things in it. At least nothing that would offset Daedalus’s intentions, which was what mattered.

Still, he did find himself at something of a loss when it came to dressing for the day. He would have preferred wearing his professional apparel at all times, as was only appropriate, but this was a rural community, and he recognized how much he stood out while doing so. His lab coat was also unsuited for outdoor climates. So the young doctor found himself watching the buses unload from the corner of Germaine Street, dressed in his familiar trousers, with a dark blue sweater. The insulted jacket he had over top was informal wear, to be sure, but was a grey color bordering on white and looked far more prim than it could have. His own personal joke.

He didn’t want to interfere with the patients just then, and instead headed up the street at a leisurely pace. The day was an excellent and rare opportunity to see how the patients were when outside of the Institute, if not out from under supervision. They would probably congregate on Main Street… As he took a look down one of the other streets, Wicker, he noticed a figure that most certainly wasn’t one of the regular townspeople’s children on an early morning stroll. It was the doll on her back that gave her away almost immediately. It was rather unsubtle.

The distance between them wasn’t so great that he couldn’t speak and fear going unheard. “Good morning,” called Daedalus.

[identity profile] damned-doctors.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
He gave a smile once she had recognized him, one that was a blend of greeting and sheepishness, silently apologizing for her startled reaction. Though it was deserved. Pulling a hand from his pocket, he waved. No gloves.

Yes, seeing one’s doctor in a casual setting like this was sure to raise some questions.

“Hello,” Daedalus said, nodding, though it wasn’t in response to her question. He returned his hand to its previous position and moved towards her. “So you’re on your visit. Actually, I don’t know if you’re aware, but this is where I’m staying when I’m not at the hospital.” If he wasn’t, then the likelihood of him making the decision to join in on an outing was slim to none; he preferred his natural environments. Offices and medical laboratories. This would work, however. “Meeting you like this is still quite a coincidence.

Daedalus could only make predictions for so much.

[identity profile] damned-doctors.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately so.

But Daedalus merely nodded again, in affirmation this time. “Yes.” For now. And then he would be back where he belonged, unlike here, where he didn’t. Perhaps the same could be said of her, depending on how one looked at it. “I’m not headed anywhere in particular,” he went on. Since where was there to go? His task at hand was right here for the day, milling about the small community. “But you? Do you have plans for the day?”

Window shopping, from the looks of it.

He smiled back at her, a flash of good humor. Two adolescents speaking as companions in the early morning streets, they certainly were not. “If I ask how you’ve been, would that threaten to put a damper on your day, coming from me?”

[identity profile] damned-doctors.livejournal.com 2009-07-01 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He wondered if attitudes were going to become more pronounced now that the playing field had seemingly become more even. It was one of the things he was looking for.

Externally, Daedalus let out a laugh faintly edged with disbelieve. Doctors were not supposed to become bored or pick favorites, after all. “I don’t know about that,” he hedged indefinitely, but then added a little wryly, “You seem so.” Even if he was oblivious to all but the face value of her answer regarding her status, the girl’s antics deserved a response. “But no hospital for today, so that can only be good.” Not that the town was too lenient a place to spend time outside of the Institute, as she’d said…

He looked up and down the street as though considering what was around them. “For security purposes, I imagine,” Daedalus continued. “But the day staff do give you something to use in town, don’t they?” He knew of the coupon system--unique passes that the townspeople would accept in lieu of payment. Probably not for the most diverting activities.

[identity profile] damned-doctors.livejournal.com 2009-07-02 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Daedalus looked back in time to see her pull out the aforementioned coupons and wave them about; his eyes followed them, even though he couldn’t comfortably read them like that. He didn’t expect her words to be an exaggeration, though--there were only so many appropriate options that would suit the participants on both sides. Free meals were to be expected. Anything else required more care, since there were very obvious problems to be had, depending.

Safety needed to be taken into account. Fairness…

His gaze returned to her face, animated with put-on petulance. She had it right. A smile returned to his lips. “So you’re saying you’re the one who’s bored,” he said at first, amused, before adding more seriously, “But dependence isn’t merited for all of you, I know. It’s just how things must be done.” There remained an element of sympathy in his tone despite the reality of the situation, which he couldn’t rationally deny.

But there was an opportunity here. Daedalus had seen the potential for it the moment she’d spun away from that window.

He looked passed her, to the shop in question, and like something was occurring to him, he said, “And not everything would cause harm. At least I don‘t believe in your case,” in the same way. Then he looked back at her again, with a new decisiveness. “Why don’t you get something, then?” Short of theft, she didn’t have the means to, but he did.

[identity profile] damned-doctors.livejournal.com 2009-07-02 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Daedalus was a lot of things, a set of capabilities and potentials to be wary of, perhaps not as overt as some forces at work, but just as unwilling to concede his goals. He thought out his moves before making them. Deliberate, cold moves. Never truly impulsive.

Impulsiveness was for people with more fire to their emotions than him.

That was why he rarely needed to backtrack once he’d made a proposition--variables at play could change, but he had an eye on the game as a whole. A nod was his answer. “Sure, I think it’d be fine. Something to cheer up your stay, maybe.” Daedalus was no stranger to bending rules set down for the common good. There was laughter in his voice when he said, “You’re probably better off making the suggestions, though,” because she assumedly had a more appropriate idea of what young girls would be happy with.

This one was not Re-l, after all.