Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer (
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ways_infirmary2010-12-30 01:31 am
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Dr. McCoy checked her in yesterday, so Ellen's in one of the beds towards the back, Dogmeat curled up at her feet. At least somebody in this scenario currently has hair.
The personal dosimeter she's wearing would appear to indicate that it's safe to approach.
[OOC: visiting post. Have at!]
The personal dosimeter she's wearing would appear to indicate that it's safe to approach.
[OOC: visiting post. Have at!]
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And comes back with a squishy red bowl of some strong-smelling meat, setting it at the foot of the bed.
"Here you go, Dogmeat, venison!"
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"I don't know wh was taking care of him. I just know I woke up in an infirmary with an autodoc and he was there."
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"Hey, Dogmeat, who was taking care of you while Ellen was sick?"
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He's not good at counting. Or multiplication. But he knows that much.
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"...Little Lamplight probably had all their scouts hiding in anyways."
And eating the best meal in years. Moon Shadow brought an early Christmas gift of mealbars to bribe his way into setting up the radio.
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"Good. I just... good," says Ellen. "The Enclave did enough damage. I was worried."
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So no idea either way..and..
"Is there anything I can do to help you at all?"
He has to ask. Really.
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...He means it, really.
"I'll take him for walks every day I'm in here..til Dr. McCoy says you're good enough for walking again."
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