( open ) there's a road that follows to a home

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Who: Angela & you!
When: The month of February and onward
Where: Region 2 farmlands, at her cottage
What: A permanent downtime log for house shenanigans!
Warnings: None, but I will update if anything comes along!

[ Angela's work schedule is a fairly clear-cut thing on the best of days. Three days working in Kauto's hospital, three days up on Chioni, and then two days off. Around the time of planet discovery and the initial burst of travels, she hovers around the Ingress Complex to assist any who may return injured, and she's otherwise on call across all three if emergencies required her skills. To say she isn't home terribly often is a fair enough assessment, but she still had plenty of downtime every evening, considering the longer days.

There's a key in the base of the lantern beside her front door, but not everyone knows about it— not even a handful from her own world. Those who do, however, know they have a free pass to her home whether she's there or no. A spare bed to crawl into, a couch to wait on, access to her stash of medical supplies (but seriously just call her for help). A kitchen to rummage through, now often with fresh-baked bread and a steady offering of apples off her trees on hand, as well as any leftovers in the fridge.

Eiger still accompanies her to work as a resident therapy dog, but he could be found around the property when she works her shifts on Chioni, access out the back door through the flap when he no longer feels like awaiting her return at the front. The cottage itself is on a hill and the back extends out on a bridge as an elongated sunroom, stretching out over the creek running through her property. The back door itself leads one to a winding path down through the copse of trees preceding her quaint little orchard of apple and walnut trees, surrounding a gazebo set up with a fire pit and the basics for cooking in warmer weather, hammock piled high in furs leftover from the Midway Hub's game— if anyone chose to visit and didn't have access to her house, this would be the ideal place to camp. (Just make sure to message her so she knows you're there! She'll come around once she's home to let you in.)

If she's home and not in the house, one would undoubtedly find her in that hammock with her work, fire crackling at hand and her cup of coffee long-since cold, Eiger curled up behind her legs. It's not the largest of places, but it's home, and there's blankets on near every surface— even the chairs in the kitchen. The creek is a relaxing babble, the creak of the water wheel partially powering her home, and if she's home, there's always a fire going if it's cold out and coffee going. ]



( ooc: This will be a permanent post for house stuff! I'll be posting monthly headers and any prompts relating to events or going-ons within to link from my toplevels, but I am 100% open to casual plotting or visits; just hit me up at clegane or on discord (gauche#5968) and we can work something out! ♥ )


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Well, certainly there could be stranger things than a man in a 7' piece of armor coming around to visit the good doctor. (There is also a 7'4" German man who has likely been spotted, but often sans said armor and far more boisterous than York. His laugh can be heard halfway across the hospital and the other staff has come to appreciate York's arrivals compared to the latter.)

As per usual, Angela has a cup of coffee on hand and this time she's she's just finishing up with a patient who's come to see her for nerve pain in a missing limb; her specialty lies in trauma care and it dealt largely in amputations and prosthetics, where a side of physical therapy often went hand-in-hand (no offense to those without hands, though). The massage oils are still properly laid out and her hands are pink from working the man as she sees him off, shaking his hand and accepting the gratitude with amusement. It's simply good to see others feeling better after a visit, knowing they're on the road to recovery and the pain is relieved at least for a little while. It's all a process, in the end.

There's a hefty bag of coffee beans on her desk brought in thanks, as well as a few odd pastries she's not so sure she'll have the stomach to eat— one of them may still be alive. Another one is an eerie shade of blue that has nothing to do with a fruit filling. Those will likely be passed out to Savrii children along the way home, but the sentiment was appreciated all the same, and some of them were normal enough— it's a safe assortment from patients who couldn't be sure what she'd like and just brought a bit of each category.

If she hadn't already been in the hallway, she'd not have heard him until he was at the door. Her surprise, as ever, is pleasant with the tip of her head.

"York; what brings you by this late, dear?"

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What does bring him by this late? He hesitates in answering, pulling off his helmet and glancing around the office to see if she's settled for the night. She isn't, he can tell. A quick glance inside the office shows there are charts still on her desk and oils still set out by the patient's table... nothing he can particularly be of help with. He shrugs, giving her a sheepish smile.

"I thought I'd walk you home. When do you think you'll be done?"

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Not settled yet, no, but it's not the sort of mess that would take more than a couple minutes of filing and a bit of tidying as she bustles about to finish with, inviting him to step into the office with the warm, low lights down and the lingering scent of cinnamon in the air from the candles she'd lit. A little touch of relaxation goes a long way, even sharpened by the residual smoke from blowing them out. She sets about wiping her hands off thoroughly, then she's at her desk filing patient folders back into the cabinet.

"Oh it won't take me long; I have everything out, though. I can't interest you in one last massage? You're already here."

The drawer closes and she'll wiggle her fingers at him, tempting, smile mischievous as she moves over to wipe down the table. There had been a towel down she's already tossed in the bin, but a good swath of alcohol to disinfect had never hurt anyone.

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There's something different about her office that makes it seem comfortable. Usually he'd shy away from medical types, used to cold professionals who didn't seem to care about the person they were working on beyond the injury at hand... and he'd seen a lot of medics over the years. It was almost like they had to shut down to be able to do the job, but that wasn't the case with Angela. He takes a deep breath of the cinnamon-smoky air and settles his helmet on the now-cleared desk beside what looks like a giant bag of coffee -- someone knows her well.

"Don't tempt me, Angie." He's smiling back, watching her bustle about cleaning. "You've had enough work for the day, I'm sure."

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Angela certainly prides herself on maintaining a welcome atmosphere; she keeps it just warm enough not to spark chills and encourage use of the blankets around, cranking the little heater on come time for physical therapy and offered massages. The warmer lighting, her general demeanor, and the spicy scent that harkens back so readily to baked goods and holidays. They all coalesce into what she can only hope is something cozy and encourage others to unwind and relax, able to put a little more faith in her to know they'll be taken care of. It's all she could ask.

The bag of coffee certainly speaks of a regular patient, and when York sets his helmet down atop her desk, she offers it a little nod in greeting. For Delta, of course, though wholly unnecessary.

"I think you know well enough by now that I'll tempt when I please, and I know my own limits well enough. Shall I wait to entice you once we're back at my place, then?"

It would likely be easier for him to peel out of his armor if he didn't have to get back into it after an hour again, after all. She's pocketing one of those bottles of oil as she finishes up, glancing back over at him for a decision.

"I'd be obligated to repay my guardian, after all. Escorting me through these dangerous streets."

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That nod to his helmet has him tilting his head. "You know he's technically embedded in my brain, not the suit. You can say hi if you want, he's on line."

He sees the bottle of oil slip into her pocket, and his mouth curls into a lopsided smile. Is she really inviting him back to her place for a massage? That's... probably not as suggestive as it sounds, but either way he'll take her up on it. He's never been to her place and finds that he's curious. She's made her office so her own, how would she decorate an apartment? Or is it one like his, just rented with all the furniture and appliances already in place? He's lived a pretty spartan life, but Angela seems to be one for a personal touch.

"I can wait until you're home safe," he tells her, voice comically overly-serious.

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The mistake gets a little laugh out of her at her own expense, turning her attention back up to York.

"My apologies; I always see the image manifest beside your helmet. Good evening, Delta."

The AI reminded her so much of Athena from Overwatch, though not nearly so cheeky as their own AI system had the tendency toward. She's picked up plenty of quirks from Winston and his companionship, constantly bettering her. Allowing her access to whatever she pleased, as a means to learn. Athena had no body like the other Omnics did back home, but she was just as much a living being to everyone involved and had earned their respect as a member of the team. Perhaps upon return she should insist upon styling her a projection, if she wished for such a thing.

Angela's offer is plenty real, and the quirk of York's lips seems to be both disbelief as well as gratitude, and his own touch of curiosity. She's never invited him back to her place, now, has she? Her little cottage in the farmlands. They're long past due.

"That isn't a no, then? I'll hold you to it."

Angela scoops his helmet up after hanging her lab coat inside the door, replaced with her own slung over her arm, and she's ready to go. Eiger had been taken home earlier on her lunch and would be awaiting her inside the front door, with free reign to the back yard, down by the creek. Her property isn't fenced in but he knew where he was allowed and where he belonged. Even to wipe his paws clean and dry before wandering back into the house through the panel door at the bottom, just for his coming and going.

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The little hologram manifests immediately over York's left shoulder, proof that he was awake and listening as usual.

Good evening, Doctor Ziegler. Did you have a satisfactory day?

York laughs softly, knowing Delta well enough to think that the AI is knocking his lack of manners. He hadn't asked her how her day was, and Delta was always the more polite of the two of them.

"Please do," he responds, following her out of the clinic and trying to take his helmet back -- not because he minds her holding it, but it's heavy and she's had a long day and is already planning to do more for him than he could in return. They head for the EN line and he stays close, playing the role of escort to a T. He'll be interested to see where she picked to live, as well, with so many options. He'd just gone for the most convenient thing, not knowing what it was like to have choices. "So where are we headed?"

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His manners are impeccable; he may not have asked how her day was, but he's seeing her home, isn't he? Not that they've had any reason (yet) to worry for their safety, familiar faces are always pleasant accompaniment and it's a nice enough gesture. Her smile widens with Delta's appearance— a flash of white, both to the polite greeting and York's laugh on its heels.

"It's been rewarding, as always. And how did you two fare today?"

Angela doesn't mind the gear, not after hefting aide bags around the desert for so many years or hauling injured soldiers around longer than that, but she'll allow him to repossess his helmet when he reaches for it only to use her newfound freedom to pull her coat on. To his credit, he's a wonderful escort.

"Region 2; have you had the opportunity to explore much? The other regions are fairly bustling, but the farmlands are peaceful. Not much activity, thankfully, so it is quiet. You remained here on the Ingress Complex, no?"

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He just wants to spend more time with her, really, it's sort of an excuse. Which Delta will know, but doesn't say. He just shines a little brighter and replies, "Our day was uneventful. York was... Bored."

York holds his helmet under his arm as she puts her coat on, grabbing the lapel and helping her into the second sleeve. All of the gentlemanly manners, all of them.

"I haven't strayed far from the Complex, no. Kurt's living in a huge mansion with a bunch of other people, though, that was impressive to visit." He shrugs, thinking. "It was just easier to stay in the Complex. They have furnished rooms and it's where I work. If I moved out into something bigger I'd probably want a roommate."