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NEW COMERS POST 1

Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: The first wave of newcomers arrive in the hospital.
Where: The Hospital, Center City
When: July 26
Warnings: Please tag any smut or triggers in the comment subject line.

The common room is just as brightly lit and white as the rest of the hospital. There are some scattered seats - large plush chairs and stiff looking couches, as well as wooden chairs at tables - and a TV blaring local soap operas in the corner. A few long tables are set up along the walls, each with a sign dangling down from the front to inform newcomers of what they can find here. Housing, job opportunities, and the Proxima Gamma Information Desk. Minus a few pamphlets about the unique attractions the island has to offer, there isn’t really that much of use on the last table. It’s clearly meant more for tourists than people who have been kidnapped.

Another set of tables hold a variety of snacks; fruits, vegetables, various candies, as well as a table with water, punch, and soda. No alcohol, unfortunately - this is a hospital, after all. You’ll have to leave to go find a bar for something stronger than that.

There’s not much place else to go - so come on in, settle down, and maybe find a familiar face, if you’re lucky.

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They'd been kicked out by now. One could only stay in the Hospital for a few days, after all. Chloe had a place to stay, but she spent very little time in what translated to little more than squatters rights in a place nobody in their right mind really wanted, which happened to still have running water due to a bureaucratic oversight. She'd move when it got remedied.

For now? She was using it as a place to squat, get her bearings, and as a base of operations from which to rove, to find where everyone who had been trapped here was staying and start pinning down their habits. Why was she doing what effectively equated to some serious level stalking?

Old habits died hard.

So it was that, out of the blue, there was a knock at whatever place Kim had managed to find for herself. It was, perhaps, a sign of Chloe 'attempting' to behave like a normal person that she knocked instead of breaking in through the window in the middle of the night. If Kim knew her better, maybe she would have been impressed. It was certainly a rare thing for Chloe.

Kim had just moved into a new place after it was obvious that sleeping out in the street was a thing that was not allowed, stupid police and their vagrancy laws.

It was nice to have a place to fuck around in though, although she hadn't had much time to pillage parts or put together a workshop yet though. It would probably be a smart idea to find a job before doing that though, so she didn't get kicked out and have to start over again.

Which was odd when she got a knock at the door. Whenever anything unexpected happened, Kim became immediately worried that she'd done something wrong and everything was going to be horrible. She opened the door hesitantly, surprised to see Chloe.

"Oh, hi Chloe!" That was kind of a surprise. Well that probably meant she hadn't done anything wrong. Probably. Unless she had? Was Chloe coming to tell her that she hated her for something she did wrong at the hospital?? "Uh, what's up?"

And, just like that, Chloe was walking in like she owned the place. Cloak wrapped over her shoulders, she gave Kim the smallest of smiles, barely visible over the lip of her collar, as a sign that nothing was terribly wrong. She walked past her into the house, looking around for a second, at the decorations, the size of it, what had been done so far.

She glanced over her shoulder and chuckled. "Just a social call. You're looking well," she offered. Her eyes took in the woman with the sort of careful study that she'd had the first time they met. It had the feel of a practiced motion, one she was used to giving to others, regularly.

"Did you have any trouble... finding... the place?" Especially since she was pretty sure she'd never told Chloe where she'd decided to shack up.

"Mmm?" she murmured, as if she hadn't heard the question at first. She started to wander the place, moving towards the window and looking out. "You have plenty of space, I see."

She glanced back and gave Kimiko a slightly quirky little grin. No, she was avoiding the answer to the question with a little twinkle in her eye. Kim had definitely not told her where this place was.

"Yeah, I was thinking of putting a workshop together. Needs space."

"It suits you," she said, walking back towards Kim and smiling as she brushed her fingers along the girl's shoulder, flicking at her hair and leaning in. "It's a nice neighborhood for one. You wouldn't happen to have tea, would you?" Yep, totally making herself at home right now.

"I don't really drink tea," she said. Not enough caffeine. Not that it really mattered, she didn't really have any food stocked. She was pretty poor at planning mundane activities.

"mmm, we should get you something then. Let me have a look in your fridge," Chloe said, turning and grinning as she walked in the direction of the kitchen. The sound of the door being opened came quickly afterwards, followed by a tinny little sigh.

Oh... this one was going to be a project.

"Uh, I generally just have stuff delivered, or go out." Occasionally there would be leftovers in the fridge, but Kim usually forgot about them and they'd sit there till she remembered to throw them out. Since you generally had to take rotten food outside so it didn't stink up the house, she'd often just leave it in the fridge to procrastinate having to go outside.

It was a vicious cycle.

Chloe blinked and looked at her with what equated to an almost horrified look. There was something decidedly unhealthy about that way of handling her food. "So, I'm going to be teaching you how to cook for yourself, aren't I? Because you can't just do that all the time."

"Uh, why not?" Because it wasn't a problem when she was living off of the millions of dollars that her father sent her and she'd never had to work for her living expenses. Obviously working for a day wage was going to be no different, right?

"And I don't need you to teach me how to cook." She was a genius. She could figure out how to use a microwave.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "We're not in your world, whatever prizes you might have had. I mean, this place isn't the wasteland you described, but you're going to need to do some work to take care of yourself. Ordering out doesn't work as well as you'd think." She grunted. "And what do you mean by cooking?"

It was like she knew the microwave was involved. She'd done the bachelor thing right up until she learned to cook to flirt with Hermione using it. That'd changed a lot of things. Having 'real food' was a very different thing than hot pockets.

"The preparation of food by means of heat, obviously," Kim said. She was aware that people disapproved of frozen food - she'd gotten plenty of it from her mom while she'd been living away from home, and then from her friends after- yeah. So she had no inclination to spell it out exactly.

It was just calories and junk anyway. Eating was a stupid mundane activity that Kim wished she could just not do, so she'd prefer it was as straightforward and noninvasive as possible.

Chloe was turned back towards her, her eyes widening before she walked up to her and put her finger to the girl's lips. "I'll be back shortly. I'm fixing this," she said, sighing. "Don't eat anything while I'm away."

And without another word, she simply opened the door and started walking right out.

"Aw, no, you don't have to-"

aaaand she was gone. T_T

UUUUUuuuuuugh was this gonna be a thing? She almost felt like she should try to put some ground rules down... nip this in the bud... except that sounded confrontational and prone to blowing up in her face, so she'd probably just suck it up :/

Fine, whatever. Kim went back to the table, where she was taking apart her touchscreen. She was pretty much just gonna integrate its functions directly into her on board software so she could interact with the network directly. It's computational power was pretty unimpressive, so there was no reason to drag it around with her.

She needed a new computer though; a good one.

This was totally going to be a thing. Not that Chloe was the mother hen sort, but she was definitely the 'invade your personal space and do what she wants' sort. Today? She was in the mood to cook Kim a 'real meal' as opposed to quick microwavable stuff. After all, she'd had years to practice in Amat and she enjoyed using them.

...and thankfully she was at least 2 years past the 'burning down the kitchen' stages with the chicken.

Kim was left alone for probably the better part of a half hour before Chloe returned. She had three shopping bags draped over her shoulder when she knocked. Everything within them was fresh, and she had a bit of a firm look on her face, almost as if daring a certain someone to argue with her.

Kim sighs and opens the door. A number of arguments that had been circling and kicking around in her brain attempt a path to her mouth, but they all burn up on entry.

"Uhrm, welcome back." She eyes the bags of groceries kind of resentfully, but... well when was the last time she had a home cooked meal?

She grinned at her with the look of someone who didn't care that she was being inconvenient, walking towards the kitchen with just a bit of a saunter. "Don't give me that look. I don't care how much you like boiled ramen, you deserve a proper meal, and I spent the last few years learning how to make one." And, as far as she was concerned, delicious food was a great way into someone else's heart.

"What are you making, anyway?" Kim asked, pulling up a stool next to the counter.

"Strozzapreti with Mushrooms and Sausage, along with a caprese salad. Some tomato basil soup to start with," she said, smiling over at her as she put the ingredients out in front of her. There was probably enough food to make meals for the next couple of days. Not indefinitely, but definitely for a few days. "It's simple, but I think you'll like it."

Ok, admittedly 'Strozzapreti' was code for 'pasta that kind of looked like corkscrews she managed to find in the markets,' but it was the thought that counted.

"Fancy," Kim said, since anything involving mushrooms was already like two steps more than she ever took for food.

...unless it was on a pizza.

Kim grabbed the bag of pasta and started to read the directions. "So, you like, bought a pot, right?"

She pointed at the third bag. It was heavy duty. There were a total of three sets of things in it. A pair of plates and cups and a trio of utensils in little sealed packs. There was one of those three-pan skillet sets that came together and a few cooking utensils. Along with the little pot that they sat in, it was a very basic set of things needed to cook whatever.

"Of course. I figured as soon as you were talking about ordering out all the time that you couldn't have much," she said, winking back at her. "And don't worry. This isn't that complicated. It's pasta, not veal parmesan."

Kim poked at the stuff as if it was made of kryptonite. "Can you afford this stuff? To just give to me, I mean?

"I mean, I'll pay you back, I guess." Although she didn't want to pay money for something she didn't want in the first place.

"Money comes and goes," she said simply. "And I plan to get a job soon enough... or steal what I need anyway. I wouldn't worry about getting food for the two of us for a day or two." Which carried the implication that she might be crashing here just to make sure Kimiko ate properly.

...

And possibly fuck her senseless.

How about ... 8/7

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