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Characters: Rhode Kamelot & OPEN (people coming to visit her in the hospital/her pleasant roommate)
Location: Horrorspital
Rating: G to PG
Time: January 11-January 14(? - subject to change)
Description: Rhode has returned from a brief trip to her own world with a few more injuries than most would find desirable. Visiting an acquaintance hopped up on morphine, however, is one of the most interesting things you can do in Death City, so she'll thankfully have some company.

Despite several explanations by the doctors, Rhode still didn't have a terribly good grasp of the specifics of what was wrong with her by the end of her first day in the hospital. She understood, of course, that she'd taken a hard blow to her stomach- Though it had seemed like nothing but a nightmare at first, it had quickly become apparent that her last memory in her own world was quite real- and that they wanted her to stay in the hospital because of the bruising to the various organs that had taken damage while protecting her little spine from being punched in two by the Order's pet monster.

After that, they started talking about other medical terms she didn't quite recognize- Morphine, dosages, and other things. When that started up, she would close her eyes, or stare at the ceiling, until she dozed off. At the very least, it was hard to be bored when it was so easy to sleep. Unfortunately, that compromise didn't last too long. Not being able to move around was inconvenient and uncomfortable, and one could only sleep and stare at the ceiling and play on the network for so long before things became a bit dull. And so (though she didn't have much choice in the matter), she waited- For sleep to come again, to suddenly become well enough to go home, or simply for something entertaining to occur.

{{ooc; Just mark the day that your character is coming to visit in the subject of the first comment! Rhode will be here... well, the whole time. She's not going anywhere. :Dd }}

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He caught the candy and looked at it with a little frown; it was a food he wasn't really fond of; Ukitake-taichou was always trying to unload bounds of it on him like he was some little kid, so he grown more and more to dislike the stuff. But she seemed intent, and he didn't feel like throwing her (probably unusual) generosity back in her face.

"Thanks..." he murmured, "I'll try it later."

"You'll forget about it."

She shrugged, though, enjoying her own piece of candy with a content expression. It didn't really matter if someone else ate it, if it was just one piece. As long as she had her share, and could eat as much as she wanted, she would be perfectly happy.

"You don't seem very comfortable. Is it because we're in a hospital?"

He watched her, thinking exactly how to answer. It didn't sound exactly right to say he wasn't really the sort of person who conversed casually with people. In all the years he'd been around, he had a handful of people he might count as friends and not much time to sit around idly talking. It didn't sound right to say he wasn't practiced enough to hold a proper conversation with another person.

So he shrugged, "I don't care for hospitals, no. But I'm not uncomfortable." If they could just get to talking like they had before, he might be okay. Something to converse about, something to ask...

"What will you do once you leave?"

The question actually made Rhode pause for a moment, chewing her candy and staring thoughtfully past the end of the hospital bed as if she would find her answer on the far wall. Once she swallowed her candy, however, she seemed to have collected her thoughts well enough to give a decent response.

"Well. First I'll go home and sleep in my own bed. And then on the couch, because I'll get bored being in the bedroom, and all of my video games and the television are out in the living room." She smiled at the thought, leaning her head back against the pillows. "Once I'm better, though... I suppose I'll have to go back to work. Dressing up like a maid and all that nonsense. Don't have anything else to do anymore, so I'll probably spend the rest of the time indoors playing games or reading until the weather gets warm again."

He listened to her list with vague interest, beginning to get a clear picture of how she spent her days and amused herself. They were things a sick or recovering person might spend their time doing, but he had a feeling that she spent her time that way no matter how she felt.

Her mention of 'dressing up like a maid' though made him raise his eyebrows slightly, inclining his head to her. "What kind of job is that? You're not actually a maid, are you?" Pausing, Hitsugaya suddenly remembered the Maid Cafe in town that he'd passed. He wasn't really sure what it was besides an ordinary cafe and hadn't ever cared to find out otherwise. Was that what she was talking about?

"Oh, I'd never. I'm not some common girl who needs to clean for money."

She waved a hand at the very idea, nose wrinkled in distaste.

"I work at the maid cafe. Deadly Pretty. We pretend to be maids and serve pastries to customers. Makes them feel special, or something. I get free pastries at the end of the day and it pays rather well, too."

Hitsugaya didn't respond for a moment, raising an eyebrow at her comment about maids. He fought the urge to argue with her on this, considering he had grown up in one of the poorest sections of Rukongai. But it probably wasn't worth it, not when she was probably already in a bad mood from being in this place.

Instead, he tried to wrap his head around the concept of a maid cafe. He might have heard of something like that in the living world, but it surely was nothing interesting enough that he remembered it. He also was trying to picture someone like Rhode tending to customers with the intention of making them feel special. She struck him as someone who'd rather be on the receiving end.

"I guess a job is a job," was all he could muster out about it though, still giving her a rather odd look.

"It's fun." Rhode shrugged, apparently oblivious to the look he was giving her. She wasn't terribly adept at picking up on that sort of thing- or perhaps she was, and simply chose not to. It was rather hard to tell, sometimes.

"I like having people tell me I look cute all day long." Ah, there it was: Her real source of pleasure. She was as vain as a peacock, and didn't go to great lengths to hide it. "Though a few dirty old men come in, and it gets a bit weird... Honestly, it's a bit disgusting."

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