[ A few days into her stay at the Ballroom Hotel, Claire starts to think it's time to face the facts: nobody really gets injured around here. Since she got here, she's spent more time at parties and looking after lost naked cowboys and Gods than stitching up bullet wounds.
Which, really - it's not like she's exactly complaining about it. But it's becoming quite clear that Cadelle is not where she's going to hone her skills as a medical professional. She might have to look into what else she can be doing - maybe damage control for the Mayor, because she keeps on getting into trouble.
In the meantime, when the anonymous message about the party comes out, Claire contemplates it for a moment, before shrugging. Why the hell not? It's the best way for her to meet new people, to get in touch with the few people she's actually met recently, and possibly get drunk enough that she can forget for a while that she's practically useless here.
And since she's staying in the same hotel, there's no reason for her to even bother putting on pants at all, so she exits her own hotel room in an oversized off-the-shoulder sweatshirt and knee-high socks, looking like a rejected Fame student, her hotel key card tucked in her bra.
The party's full steam ahead when she makes it there, and she's quick to get herself a drink, and wandering around. You'll probably find her on the balcony, that is until she's drunk enough that she takes over the kitchen table, challenging passer-bys to an arm-wrestling, or shot-drinking contest. ]
C'mon now, what are you afraid of?
b. mistakes were made
[ It's not her fault. If you ask her, she'll tell you, very sincerely, that this is not her fault. There was a noise outside the door, okay! A noise that sounded like someone had fallen, maybe, and she's a medical professional, she's taken an oath to help people in need, so of course she went to check!
Nobody fell. Walking into their own hotel room, a couple is giggling - they probably just pushed one another against a wall while making out, or something like that. Great.
Beep, beep, says Claire's own hotel room door as it closes. While Claire's out of her room. Without her key. Wearing nothing but a towel, because okay, so maybe she'd been air drying post shower, dancing around her room. You can still hear Britney Spears singing Toxic faintly from under her room door.
Damnit. ]
c. who's the wildcard
[ Find her in the hotel, or helping with the cleaning of the flooding! Or anything else - if you want to talk to me, find at at ellievolia/ ellie#7042 on discord! ]
Claire Temple | OTA
[ A few days into her stay at the Ballroom Hotel, Claire starts to think it's time to face the facts: nobody really gets injured around here. Since she got here, she's spent more time at parties and looking after lost naked cowboys and Gods than stitching up bullet wounds.
Which, really - it's not like she's exactly complaining about it. But it's becoming quite clear that Cadelle is not where she's going to hone her skills as a medical professional. She might have to look into what else she can be doing - maybe damage control for the Mayor, because she keeps on getting into trouble.
In the meantime, when the anonymous message about the party comes out, Claire contemplates it for a moment, before shrugging. Why the hell not? It's the best way for her to meet new people, to get in touch with the few people she's actually met recently, and possibly get drunk enough that she can forget for a while that she's practically useless here.
And since she's staying in the same hotel, there's no reason for her to even bother putting on pants at all, so she exits her own hotel room in an oversized off-the-shoulder sweatshirt and knee-high socks, looking like a rejected Fame student, her hotel key card tucked in her bra.
The party's full steam ahead when she makes it there, and she's quick to get herself a drink, and wandering around. You'll probably find her on the balcony, that is until she's drunk enough that she takes over the kitchen table, challenging passer-bys to an arm-wrestling, or shot-drinking contest. ]
C'mon now, what are you afraid of?
b. mistakes were made
[ It's not her fault. If you ask her, she'll tell you, very sincerely, that this is not her fault. There was a noise outside the door, okay! A noise that sounded like someone had fallen, maybe, and she's a medical professional, she's taken an oath to help people in need, so of course she went to check!
Nobody fell. Walking into their own hotel room, a couple is giggling - they probably just pushed one another against a wall while making out, or something like that. Great.
Beep, beep, says Claire's own hotel room door as it closes. While Claire's out of her room. Without her key. Wearing nothing but a towel, because okay, so maybe she'd been air drying post shower, dancing around her room. You can still hear Britney Spears singing Toxic faintly from under her room door.
Damnit. ]
c. who's the wildcard
[ Find her in the hotel, or helping with the cleaning of the flooding! Or anything else - if you want to talk to me, find at at