Scene #9842: BB EPILOGUE: Recuperation

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Marigold	VILLA DOLORES REGIONAL HOSPITAL Earth, 21st century, 3.5 miles from southwestern Bern. Several days have passed. After a hundred-plus hours and a few nights of sleep, even the post-apocalypse smooths over into a kind of almost-mundanity. Just as the devastation of Iðunn's battle against the world spilled over through Warpgates, the humanitarian consequences did too. The longer-term wounded from the battle overflow from tents in Bernish fields into Multiversal hospitals, staffed with exhausted local personnel and even-more-exhausted Commonwealth-associated disaster relief both. Red nametags contrast with green IDs on lanyards. If you were especially beaten-up and had nowhere else to go, you might've spent some nights here, but Elites are likely to have more glamorous options for medical care. Maybe Roy does too, but the young man who insists on wearing out his shoes by walking rather than ride a horse is hardly going to accept a fancier facility than the soldiers who fought alongside him. On the sub-urgent third floor, with fluorescent lights and linoleum flooring and pea-green wallpaper and the almost-pleasant smell of powdered latex and disinfectant, there are a dozen rooms along the long hall from the central nurse's station where Etrurian and Bernish fighters are put up. If you glance into their rooms, each of them has been left a small parcel and a bottle of liquor- by Cecilia, maybe? Or at Guinivere's command? Someone's been busy. At the very end of the hall is Roy, freshly-discharged with the collar of his Lycian-blue outfit worn higher than usual; for the first time in a long time, he's not wearing a light breastplate or a sword. His once-severed right arm's still in a cloth sling. He shifts like he's going to wave with it, like always; winces; and then waves with the other. Merlinus, by his shoulder, chortles and steadies him. They're standing by the last room of the hall, with its door open. "Oh! Just in time. They keep trying to kick us out. Something about visitation policy," Merlinus says, while a doctor exits and glares at him in passing. "Well, we- I mean, they were performing a ritual. I'm sure that's a bit in the way." "Exactly! Trying to kick someone out in the middle of a ritual is unconscionable." "I think they don't have those here, Merlinus." "Pffh. What was all that with the scribbling and the tubes for, then?" The whiteboard outside that room says ITHUN DOE.
Angela	Love is still healing from the battle with ITHUN DOE but she can largely walk on her own power and can talk without wheezing quite so much, even if she's not feeling especially chatty. Justice is more or less fine since she entered the battle as last minute reinforcements, but she is having another issue. Justice is still a giant and she has bonked her head more than once while trying to duck under several doorframes that are made for people not quite her size while Love, who is like half her size, doesn't seem to be having any issue. Love is carrying an Angelapad in her hands because Angela does, at least, want to meet this person that all her people came back fucked up from trying to help and/or fight. At the very least, Angela is used to what she would call 'meltdowns' and she just can't hold grudges about someone rampaging if it doesn't seem like they're going to do a second rampage. Gosh, Justice and Love have both rampaged themselves many a time and in this Loop once each. She doesn't have much room to complain, really. She'll leave that to the families and friends who actually lost ... family and friends. The elevator doors open up and the bottom half of Justice can be seen before she carefully crouches down like she's trying to limbo through, almost crab walking to get past the low hanging elevator frame, and then straightens back up once she is through. "This hospital is not considerate of the exceptionally tall, it is unjust." Justice complains. "Aww I'm sure they're doing their best, I bet if they met you before, they'd make so many more allowances for you." Twinkling stars follow after Justice's steps as she moves through the hall, glancing from room to room until.... ''Trying to kick someone out in the middle of a ritual is unconscionable.'' "Rooooy!" Love cheers, running over to Roy, clearly intending to leap at him and hug him. "Love he's still healing!" Justice shouts out in a panic. Love sloooows down, visibly skidding across the floor before she raises one hand up and pats Roy on his uninjured shoulder twice. "Roy!" Love beams. Justice turns to face the whiteboard. "I see... You were able to uncover her last name. She is Idunn of the household of Doe. Knowing that she has grasped some remembrance of where she came from is truly a relief." "It's a pretty last name." Love adds. "Is she asleep? Won't she be worried if she's all alone?"

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     VILLA DOLORES REGIONAL HOSPITAL
Earth, 21st century, 3.5 miles from southwestern Bern.

     Several days have passed. After a hundred-plus hours and a few nights of sleep, even the post-apocalypse smooths over into a kind of almost-mundanity.

     Just as the devastation of Iðunn's battle against the world spilled over through Warpgates, the humanitarian consequences did too. The longer-term wounded from the battle overflow from tents in Bernish fields into Multiversal hospitals, staffed with exhausted local personnel and even-more-exhausted Commonwealth-associated disaster relief both. Red nametags contrast with green IDs on lanyards.

     If you were especially beaten-up and had nowhere else to go, you might've spent some nights here, but Elites are likely to have more glamorous options for medical care. Maybe Roy does too, but the young man who insists on wearing out his shoes by walking rather than ride a horse is hardly going to accept a fancier facility than the soldiers who fought alongside him.

     On the sub-urgent third floor, with fluorescent lights and linoleum flooring and pea-green wallpaper and the almost-pleasant smell of powdered latex and disinfectant, there are a dozen rooms along the long hall from the central nurse's station where Etrurian and Bernish fighters are put up.

     If you glance into their rooms, each of them has been left a small parcel and a bottle of liquor- by Cecilia, maybe? Or at Guinivere's command? Someone's been busy.

     At the very end of the hall is Roy, freshly-discharged with the collar of his Lycian-blue outfit worn higher than usual; for the first time in a long time, he's not wearing a light breastplate or a sword. His once-severed right arm's still in a cloth sling. He shifts like he's going to wave with it, like always; winces; and then waves with the other. Merlinus, by his shoulder, chortles and steadies him.

     They're standing by the last room of the hall, with its door open.

"Oh! Just in time. They keep trying to kick us out. Something about visitation policy," Merlinus says, while a doctor exits and glares at him in passing.
"Well, we- I mean, they were performing a ritual. I'm sure that's a bit in the way."
"Exactly! Trying to kick someone out in the middle of a ritual is unconscionable."
"I think they don't have those here, Merlinus."
"Pffh. What was all that with the scribbling and the tubes for, then?"

     The whiteboard outside that room says ITHUN DOE.

Angela

Love is still healing from the battle with ITHUN DOE but she can largely walk on her own power and can talk without wheezing quite so much, even if she's not feeling especially chatty. Justice is more or less fine since she entered the battle as last minute reinforcements, but she is having another issue.

Justice is still a giant and she has bonked her head more than once while trying to duck under several doorframes that are made for people not quite her size while Love, who is like half her size, doesn't seem to be having any issue. Love is carrying an Angelapad in her hands because Angela does, at least, want to meet this person that all her people came back fucked up from trying to help and/or fight. At the very least, Angela is used to what she would call 'meltdowns' and she just can't hold grudges about someone rampaging if it doesn't seem like they're going to do a second rampage. Gosh, Justice and Love have both rampaged themselves many a time and in this Loop once each. She doesn't have much room to complain, really. She'll leave that to the families and friends who actually lost ... family and friends.

The elevator doors open up and the bottom half of Justice can be seen before she carefully crouches down like she's trying to limbo through, almost crab walking to get past the low hanging elevator frame, and then straightens back up once she is through.

"This hospital is not considerate of the exceptionally tall, it is unjust." Justice complains.

"Aww I'm sure they're doing their best, I bet if they met you before, they'd make so many more allowances for you."

Twinkling stars follow after Justice's steps as she moves through the hall, glancing from room to room until....

''Trying to kick someone out in the middle of a ritual is unconscionable.''

"Rooooy!" Love cheers, running over to Roy, clearly intending to leap at him and hug him.

"Love he's still healing!" Justice shouts out in a panic.

Love sloooows down, visibly skidding across the floor before she raises one hand up and pats Roy on his uninjured shoulder twice.

"Roy!" Love beams.

Justice turns to face the whiteboard. "I see... You were able to uncover her last name. She is Idunn of the household of Doe. Knowing that she has grasped some remembrance of where she came from is truly a relief."

"It's a pretty last name." Love adds. "Is she asleep? Won't she be worried if she's all alone?"