Downtown

Damnit damnit damnit! Roy curses in his head.

"Fucking woman... fuck everything! They took my shit! I would have had it if it weren't for her! Next time I'll have to be more careful." Quickly roll over and start checking the cabinet... QUIETLY for any kind of useful tools. A scalpel or something sharp.

Also check and see what ever my bindings are made out of.

"Looks like a knot... maybe I can undo it?" Take a quick Look around the and bed where I can reach a day see if I can find anything that could help me get through the bindings. If that doesn't work I will have to resort to undoing the knots with my hands.

Roy

Uh... Let's see. Bags of saline. Tongue depressors. Little plastic doodads for that ear-checking thing. Where's the fun stuff? There's a jar of some sorta weird cream in one of the things. Calamine lotion.

Roy's Know roll: 54/70 - Success

That's for... allergies or something? Well, whatever it is, it's safe to apply. You think. Might make your trapped arm a bit slippery if you slather it up nice and good.


Francis

Dirk adjusts his glasses and clears his throat. "Uh, right, yeah, at the... fair. You were, uh... I thought I recognized this name." He holds up the sheet. "So, er... What's up - I mean, what seems to be the problem? Other than the fighting thing. I'll, uh... We'll get to that in a minute. It says you originally came in complaining of chest pain?"


Swaltzer

Time: Day 1, Night
Location: Generic Fancy Steakhouse

You swagger on over to the steakhouse dressed to the nines and ready to impress. And you are lookin' good, if you do say so yourself. And speakin' of looking good...

A poofy head of white hair's standing outside the steakhouse. She's... Well, you don't know what you were expecting her to wear, but it sure wasn't this. She's dressed in a black tux fairly similar to your own. It, uh... She's making it work. She notices you and gives a small wave with a nervous smile.

Umm yeah I woke up this morning and I had a strange bruise on my chest this morning. I felt fine when i went to sleep. Just when i woke up i found it and it felt like someone just took the air out of me.

I have no idea what happened but yeah wanted to get this looked at just to be safe. By the way who was that guy who tried to beat up a security guard.

Swaltzer

Celandine laughs nervously. "Oh, good, you don't mind. It's, ah, all I was able to throw together on such short notice. My sis lent it to me, and she's... Well, she's... Yeah. So, ah, I've never really eaten somewhere like this before... Anything I should know about?"


Roy

You slather that arm up and get it nice and slippery, then start trying to wrench it out of the restraint. Using your other hand to pull a bit of slack in the rubber tubing - HA! They thought rubber tubing could hold you! - you manage to slip it free without making too much noise. The guy at the door doesn't poke his head in or anything.

Alright, escape routes, escape routes... No window. Of course, that would be too easy. There's an air duct near the ground level held in place by some screws. Ugh. You can reach the rest of the drawers now, but you'd need to figure out something likely to be in this room that would make a good substitute for a screwdriver, considering they tool out all the fun, dangerous stuff like scalpels. Well, that or try to climb up the drawers and through the ceiling tiles. They don't look so tough to move.


Francis

"I have no idea," Dirk says. He takes a few baseline measurements and asks a few questions. "Solid blood pressure, so not likely any major internal bleeding... Pulse and O2 are solid... Hm..." He puts on his stethoscope and has you take a few deep breaths. "Sounds like slightly decreased performance in the lower lobes... And you have no idea what happened? Just woke up with an injury? Hm... Just a routine question here, but, uh, your chart says you're unmarried? Live alone? No... boyfriend? ...Girlfriend?"

Francis

Well i do have a pet cat his name is Mr. Paws and Claws. But yeah no boyfriend or no girlfriend. Yup all alone though. Well i did have this really weird dream but you cant get hurt by dreams right?

What about you Dirk are you single or are you dating or married?

Roy

You manage to get into the ceiling easily enough. You even manage to stay oriented you know which way the door was. Thinking ahead. Learning. Heh.

There's not many landmarks. A few vents and wires looping around. A wall right against the room's back, away from the door. Looks like it was against the wall, but not a corner room. Hm. Move along the wall or head out over the hall? And speedy or slow and stealthy?


Francis

"Huh? O-oh, uh, single. Yeah, the hospital takes up a lot of- n-nevermind. So you say you don't know what caused this? I mean, it's possible you hurt yourself thrashing in your sleep, perhaps... Could you take off your shirt so I can take a look at your chest?"


Swaltz

Celandine smiles. "Oh, good. I was afraid they might laugh at me for not being able to tell a soup spoon from a salad fork."

You head into the restaurant and manage to get seated with relative ease. The maitre d seems to recognize Swaltzer immediately.

Celandine takes a look at the menu and her jaw drops. "Wh- Whoa!" she says quietly. "These prices are... Are you... Are you really sure you don't mind treating me?"