FTEC, Friday, May 11
Friday, May 11th, 2012 07:48 amIn her eternal attempt to make friends with people and just generally encourage positive interaction, Gabrielle had brought in a box of pastries to share with the nurses this morning, although she did hoard one or two particularly chocolatey things for herself. Her attempts at making small talk didn't go over quite as well, though; she was feeling both restless and philosophical today, which meant any of the superficial questions they asked her got long, rambling, deeper-than-they-bargained for answers, and eventually the nurses just stopped trying.
Gabrielle was used to that, though. And it was fine, really; that way, she could concentrate on reading the latest report from Shalapa on how her tribe was doing, and contemplate a weekend visit home. Because that never went badly, of course.
[OOC: Her rambling scared off the OCD, too, so open.]
Gabrielle was used to that, though. And it was fine, really; that way, she could concentrate on reading the latest report from Shalapa on how her tribe was doing, and contemplate a weekend visit home. Because that never went badly, of course.
[OOC: Her rambling scared off the OCD, too, so open.]