and you might say it's self-destructive [closed]

[handofrapture]

Who: Big Sister and Angela Ziegler
When: Early February
Where: A hospital in Kauto
What: Mercy finds the Big Sister poking around a hospital looking for drugs. Y’know, as one does.
Warnings: Discussion of drugs and addiction



[Ever since she arrived in this strange new world, the Big Sister’s inability to speak or write has been a constant obstacle. Unlike Rapture, people here actually expect her to communicate which, for a Big Sister, is a fairly tall order. Usually, it leads to mutual frustration. Here, though? It actually serves her purposes quite well.

She’s been left in a doctor’s office after the staff weren’t sure what else to do with her. After all, nothing about her appearance looks particularly healthy – the dull, grayish skin and yellow film over her eyes make sure of that – but neither could they figure out a way to ask her what’s wrong. So they simply booked her for a physical exam with the next available doctor and hoped for the best.

Not that the Big Sister is actually planning to stick around to see this “doctor.” She’s out of the room the second the nurse’s head is turned, eyes wide and alert as she moves through the hospital’s corridors. There has to be somewhere here that they work with plasmids – if she can find those, she’ll be sure to find ADAM.

She does her best to stay out of sight, easier now that she’s out of her clunky armor. This place doesn’t have all of Rapture’s dark corners, but there are enough rooms that she never runs out of places to duck into. It’s just that eventually, one of those rooms isn't empty...]

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[cadeuces]

[ Angela held something of a reputation across the Moira that now carries into all three sectors here on Thisavrou— she's gentle and endlessly patient, and she has no issues assisting anyone that others have difficulty with whatever the case at hand may be. She's often been referred patients by her fellow physicians both before and after their arrival to this planet, and the habit has been quickly adapted by the staff across the hospitals and clinics she takes up shifts in.

That she received a call to assist the addled young girl who couldn't communicate with anyone who's approached her is not a surprise, and Angela's on her way with a couple different tools in hand. Paper and colored pencils, a tablet, and a scrounged up journal of her own with some basic medical care questions in American Sign Language, the base for many of the others picked up around the world. There's no guarantee anything will look familiar, but she doesn't mind setting aside a few hours toward the end of her shift to try. Her supplies were set aside and she's washing her hands after handling a cart of soiled linens left in the hall when the door opens behind her and she's peering over her shoulder, but she recognizes the vague description given of the girl she was to go see.

Blue eyes widen a fraction with the surprise, but she's already drying her hands and discarding the paper towel when she smiles. She speaks as clearly as she can with her accent (Germanic to those who know it, but softer and a touch musical in her particular dialect), never raising her voice as she waves a hand in greeting. ]

Hello, dear. I believe I was just coming to see you.

[ The doctor's scooping up her supplies and showing them to her impromptu visitor; clearly drawing materials. Her attention is rapt for any sign of recognition, confusion, or otherwise. ]