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Post by Jules on Feb 27, 2008 20:28:53 GMT -5
That pinched just a little. The truth was, Camilla really didn't have anyone to turn to with this problem. She could show up at the Castle, but the King was wound up in his own affairs, which was understandable. Besides, were was it going to go if not in her? She didn't think some mediocrely powerful spellcaster would manage to destroy what Jack said was in her.
"Forgetful? That's workable. So, what do you expect to get paid?"
She wasn't even going to react anymore.
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Post by redtopaz on Feb 27, 2008 21:59:46 GMT -5
Nex held the seemingly permanent half-smile and shook his head at her resistance.
"I'm open to anything," he said. He need money to pay the rent and purchase some of the rarer spell items, but other than that Nex was content with what came is way.
He tried not to sigh. Ordinarily, helping out Camilla would take precedence over landing a job, but the stubborn Dream seemed to have a death wish. Even if he did get the job, he wasn't sure he'd be able to function properly around that aura.
"Do you have people you trust to help you, Camilla?" he tried, figuring he should make one last ditch effort. Also, he thought he might be striking at something sensitive. Camilla seemed very much the Ms. Independence type.
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Post by Jules on Feb 27, 2008 23:08:10 GMT -5
That was about enough.
She stood, palms flat on the desk and fixed him with a harsh glare. "No. Ok? I don't have someone I trust to help me. No. One. Not you, not anyone else, so just drop it ok? It's none of your business, it's my choice, it's my life, my freakin' evil-parasite thingy, and I can bloody well start calling it Fluffy and taking it out on walks if I want to! Drop it, now."
Face flushed for the first time in a few days, Camilla took her seat again, tucked curls behind her ears and crossed her legs.
"How does starting at forty two thousand sound?" It wasn't like money was ever an issue for the Hospital. She just got the nurse to use a wish for 'unlimited amounts of money that could not be stolen or misused for the Good Hope Hospital'. Camilla had LOTS of practice with money-wishes (and often didn't grant them as to not upset the economy, but her hospital was an exception. She would only give people a small amount, or let them find a job that would pay them more money, etc).
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Post by redtopaz on Feb 27, 2008 23:34:40 GMT -5
He took the tongue lashing without resistance. He was half-expecting it by the time it did happen. Annoyance on this woman was practically a tangible thing. He chose not to say anything not wanting to agitate her or her 'parasite' further. He'd drop it for now.
Nex's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of his starting salary. Forty two... Forty... Wow. More than he made in ten years on average. Nex's smile widened.
"That's very generous," he said. "I'm very happy to be working here."
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Post by Jules on Feb 27, 2008 23:41:49 GMT -5
"Ya whatever. Ask the secretary to show you the ropes. She doubles as a nurse. Shoo."
Camilla crumpled up her pros and cons list, tossed it into the trash and leaned back into her chair with a sigh. If they'd been at full staff, Camilla wouldn't have worried about hiring this boy or not. Her personal dislike would've taken front seat, but she couldn't do that when people needed help and she was one of the only one's who could give it to them. Look at the state she was in. She needed the staff to get bigger to take on the weight she could no longer handle.
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Post by redtopaz on Feb 28, 2008 0:07:32 GMT -5
Taking Camilla's dismissal, Nex nodded, stood and moved to let himself out.
"You wont be able to help others if you're dead," he added as a parting shot before leaving to search out a secretary. Nex strolled down the hallway taking in the white walls. He really felt hospital walls should be soft yellow or green --better healing properties-- and yet Dreams persisted in using white.
Nex rounded a corner and saw a girl sitting behind a desk. Thinking she was as likely a candidate as any other he approached the desk. He stopped by the desk waiting for the young lady to look up.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 28, 2008 0:24:03 GMT -5
Buttercup's shift had technically ended a half-hour ago, which meant that Paquette had been sitting at the front desk for fifteen minutes and had been staring off into space or filing her nails for the past ten.
After all, Buttercup tended to be much more efficient than Paquette and, as Paquette had checked in her initial five minutes of activity, her fellow nurse had already finished with all the bothersome administrative details, leaving Paquette to do what she loved best, i.e. nothing.
She glanced up at the sound of footsteps and indolently flicked at the brim of her broad-brimmed straw hat to get a better view of the new-comer.
"Yes?" she asked. She wasn't going out of her way for anyone.
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Post by redtopaz on Feb 28, 2008 0:37:45 GMT -5
Nex smiled softly at the girl. She was pretty. Another perk of the job.
"Camilla said to ask to be shown around. I've just been hired," he explained. The girl seemed a little 'blue', but Nex never had a problem with someone who liked to take their time.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 28, 2008 0:44:54 GMT -5
Paquette prettily stifled a yawn. "Mmkay."
Would this require actually moving? How bothersome. She stood and stretched rather lazily before sweeping a hand around the room. "Waiting room and lobby. New magazines every two weeks."
Paquette pointed back the way Nex had come with an indolent wrist flick. "Administrative offices. Janitor's closet. Vending machines. Bathrooms." Oh, bother, actually moving now....
She moved out from behind her desk with the languid sort of grace of the consistantly sleepy and pushed open a set of double doors to the other side of her desk. "Main ward. Other wards behind it." Paquette flicked her hand at the rooms beyond. "This concludes your tour. Oh, and I'm Paquette, one of the nurses. Buttercup's the main nurse. I only work part time. My parents would flip otherwise."
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Post by redtopaz on Feb 28, 2008 0:50:06 GMT -5
Nex followed the rather abridged tour of the hospital, nodding at each new room divulged. He couldn't help but find the girl amusing even if he felt mildly cheated over the tour content.
"Nex," he introduced. "Only four? Are there any patients at the moment?" he said, glancing at the main ward.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 28, 2008 1:30:54 GMT -5
Technically speaking, there were three other floors, not including the basement, but that would involve stairs. Paquette rolled her eyes and pointed at the double doors. "At the end of the main ward we have the emergency room, the examining room things whose names I never bothered to learn, and the chapel." She then pointed up. "Upstairs, second floor- private rooms, ICU, the gift shop, operating rooms, and the nursery. Third floor- more private rooms, the main break room, and all the labs. Forth floor- storage, offices, and specialized therapy."
Paquette creatively pointed down to indicate the basement. "Lending library and cafeteria. We've also got a gym type thing there." She'd never been. Paquette took to gyms like ducks took to puddles of tar. "There are bathrooms and nurses stations on each floor."
She slid back into her comfortable, leather swivel desk chair, and crossed her legs, the skirts of her white gown falling around her legs artistically. "Patients? Oh yes. A few. In the main ward. There's a list somewhere." Paquette could probably find it/remember where it was if she put her mind to it, but, again, that took effort and she was only getting paid so much.
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Post by redtopaz on Feb 28, 2008 1:35:52 GMT -5
Nex smiled a little wider. She really was an amusing girl. He'd probably have to look about by himself if he wanted to find out anything else about the building.
"May I see the case files?" he asked, thinking he should get right to business if he could. "I'd like to see if there are any spell candidates." He didn't pause to consider what Camilla would think about him spelling the patients. Who couldn't benefit from a well-place enchantment or two?
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 28, 2008 1:49:23 GMT -5
Case files? Oh bother, more work. Paquette sighed, but pushed her chair away from the desk and tood with a little ruste of fabric.
"This way." She glided down the hall and into an office. Files, files, ah, there was the list of patients, on the desk! Paquette picked it up and handed it to Nex. "Patients and room numbers. Files are... somewhere." She frowned. Files, files... where did Buttercup put them?
Oh, in the filing cabinet, duh. Paquette stood on the tips of her ballet flats and pulled up a drawer near the top of the filing cabinet. "Here. Files are here. Oh, and Camilla's got this dark, sickness-y thing she's very touchy about so it's best not to notice that she seems to have a fever and scurvy with a side of illness-induced bitchery."
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Post by redtopaz on Feb 28, 2008 19:17:54 GMT -5
Nex accepted the proffered files with a nod. It looked like a lot of work or such an empty hospital and Nex wasn't exactly the most fastidious of readers. Maybe he'd just skim instead. He dropped the small smile, probably for the first time that day, at the mention of Camilla's condition.
"It's something to do with dark magic. She's been cursed, I'm guessing. She's very stubborn about seeking help," he said grimly. "Good to know I'm not the only one to have spoken to her," he added, the smile returning. Camilla might not be as alone as she made out to be.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 29, 2008 2:27:46 GMT -5
"Dark magic?" Paquette asked, wrinkling her forehead. Where would Camilla have gotten that? Paquette was so not up on the office drama. She'd have to pump Buttercup for information later on.
"She's been like this since the earthquake," Paquette added on. "It's one of those things you don't mention becuase everyone knows but has to pretend not to. What's really wrong with her? Will I have to start taking orders from Buttercup soon?"
Not that Paquette particularly minded (the less responsibility, the better!) but Buttercup would probably want her to put in more hours. Psh. Like she'd give up valuable cloud-gazing/napping time to sit at the desk.
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