Clinic Mingle/Welcome Back Kate!

[pellameno]

Who: clinic staff, visitors, and guests
What: a mingle!
Where: at the clinic!
When: July 12th
Warnings: maybe some medical/injury chatter? please mark your threads!

It's come to Pell's attention that not everyone at the clinic knows one another, what with the staff building back up, so he wanted to do this anyway... and Kate is back, which makes this seem like the perfect time to host a little get together. So on the 11th, once all the new arrivals are all healed up from their stings and scrapes and things at the clinic are quiet again, staff and regular friends of the clinic get a simple text invitation.

Come meet your fellow clinic staff and our helpers as we celebrate the return of its champion, Kate Galloway.

5pm tomorrow night

And sure enough, the evening of the 12th, it's party time. The door's been propped open invitingly and there's soft music playing off a cell phone. One of the exam tables has been very thoroughly cleaned and set with a tablecloth, and there are beverages and snacks courtesy of Pell and Hannibal. (The food is not people don't worry.)

(( This post is open to all clinic staff, visitors, and guests, or even just anyone who might wander by and be like 'wow what's going on in there'? New helpers always welcome. Come mingle. :3 ))

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Rosen / OTA

[drabsolutelynot]

Aside from his hours at the clinic, Rosen has mostly been hiding in Lance's apartment since he's returned from the dead. Something about dying, even though temporary, has put him off his already minimal interest in interacting with other people. But he does think its a good idea to participate where the clinic is concerned, it still being his main priority in the cave after all. He is also honestly glad for Kate's return and feels this is a thing that should be celebrated, even if he's never been the best at celebrating anything.

So here he is. Standing awkwardly near a wall but trying his best to look friendly. Its not always successful. Mostly he looks like he's about to bolt at any minute if given the chance, eyes darting around the room.

He's cleaned himself up well, pale blue dress shirt and a gray dinner jacket and his long silver hair brushed neatly back out of his face. He's off of alcohol ever since the more unfortunate incident during the wild party a month or so ago so he sticks to juice and water with the occasional nibble of anything that looks like it would normally be meant for a rabbit.

[pellameno]

Well lucky for Rosen, there are lots of fresh vegetables from Pell's garden. Rabbit away, friend. Rabbit away.

When he notices that Rosen is becoming a permanent wallflower, though, Pell heads over, leaning against the wall beside him casually. He knows Rosen died, from Will's post, and is guessing that the man is having a hard time with it still. "You look nice tonight," he offers with a smile, friendly and harmless.

[drabsolutelynot]

Rosen doesn't immediately notice Pell heading his way, momentarily distracted by a tomato which he pops into his mouth. When he looks up again he finds he has company. Its not unwelcome, but he shoots Pell an apologetic look due to the unfortunate timing of his chewing just as Pell spoke. He thus waits to swallow before answering, now bashful for the compliment.

"Thank you," Lee murmurs politely. He's never sure how these things go. Does he reciprocate the same compliment? Or does that sound disingenuous even if he means it? Certainly Pell does look nice, and certainly nicer than an old man with scruff and in dire need of a haircut.

"And thank you for arranging all of this."

[dedikated]

Leave a party, end up at another party. With the way life in Hadriel is, though, any excuse to not be miserable is worth taking. Kate's okay with it, because the first few days after The Door open tend to be quieter. Something'll happen eventually, but for now, main priority is avoiding tracker jacker stings and getting re-acclimated to a place that had somehow hidden from her memories in the three years between visits.

The shops in Hadriel are as awkward to find clothes in as ever, but there's one black romper with white pipe detailling around the hems that catches her eye and gets picked up. There's going to be plenty of days where jeans and t-shirts are all she'll wear, but tonight she doesn't mind something different.

But it's probably not surprising to find her sipping at some alcohol while meandering over to the food. What might be is that she opts for a few sticks of carrot - or carrot-like food - over the more interesting dishes.

"Always wanted to do summat like this. Never found the time." It's good that someone did.

[drabsolutelynot]

Though Rosen shifts away a bit to let Kate have better access to the food he greets her with distinctively more relaxed smile than he has with most of the others.

"I really never think of these kinds of things." After med school the only parties Lee Rosen was in attendance were fundraisers and award nights for the NYC medical boards and the occasional office christmas parties when he worked at integrated clinics. On these occasions he had been there primarily as a all-but-mandatory part of his job. It never looked great for one of the clinic partners to simply not attend social events.

"And I can promise you you haven't missed any clinic parties while you've been away." He straightens a bit. "Though, maybe now we could all make a more concentrated effort." Is he actually enthusiastic about the thought of more parties? Not really, but everyone seems to enjoy it, it helps to ease the stress of living in a murdercave, and that is reason enough for him.

[unknowable]

The desire to be a wallflower is an understandable one. Adam tries to get himself out there, talk to people, circulate through the room, but he can only handle so much of that before he has to take a break himself. And Rosen's very clear desire to run is just as relatable.

Adam approaches, sighing a little in relief once he's out of the main cluster of people - once he's got a little distance from the work of socializing.

"I don't really like parties much either."

[drabsolutelynot]

Rosen huffs a little under his breath in half-hearted amusement, "Am I being that obvious?"

He offers him a joking smile that confirms that, yes, he knows he was being that obvious.

"I've never been good at these more formulaic occasions. The ones where you know there is a general plan: dress up, eat, drink, and there's an end-goal of forcing, er, encouraging interaction with other people. 'Mingling' I think the young people call it. I never learned the art of 'mingling'."

[hasadoctorsnote]

Nico hasn't dressed up as nice as Rosen looks, wearing his usual outfit of pretty much all black with a skull shirt and his bomber jacket. He can relate to that look though, the one like the guy wants to be anywhere but here, so he ends up leaning against the wall next to him, standing there quietly for a moment before he speaks up. "You look like you're having about as much fun as me."

[drabsolutelynot]

"You must be mistaken," Rosen murmurs teasingly, "I'm a party animal."

He can barely manage to say that with a straight face. But after a moment he drops the joke and nods towards the others. "It may not be for me, but at least it cheers up some of the others, yeah?"

kate. ota.

[dedikated]

( She can't really miss the party, now that the message has been sent. Not that Kate ever wants to. Parties mean alcohol, and here, parties also mean a break from a world that brings headaches with how incomplete it is. Provide a distraction from the gods' gathering power and the hunters breathing down their hosts' necks, the inability to control The Door...

Hadriel has a lot of problems, but there are ways to forget about it for a while, and a party is a guaranteed way. So she heads through the shops, skips more clothes than she actually likes, but finally finds a black romper with white detailling that's nice enough. Some flats, and pale rose hair pushed loosely over a shoulder, and she's good for tonight.

Kate can be found drinking something for a good portion of the night, usually closer to the office than any of the rooms used for work. It's easy enough to strike up a conversation with a simple hi, but she'll stop people occasionally as well to ask how they're doing.

Towards the end of the night, you'll also find her on the steps, hanging just outside the clinic and skimming over her phone if she's by herself, maybe looking up at the cave ceiling now and again. And she wonders where Shadow is, hasn't seen him since she got back, and that's... unusual, when he's a blur so often found on the rooftops. )

[einselective]

[Marian doesn't actually abuse her ability to shift back and forth in time very much. For avoiding monsters, certainly. And on certain occasions, after noticing that there are a few more people going up and down the streets than usual... to avoid the encroaching darkness. So when she shows up not long after the 'party' starts (but before the light inside the cave dims), she might also at this exact point in time, be in the lab.

The two places are far enough apart that she's not too worried, but there's still a certain amount of trepidation when she comes up, reads the sign and... oh.]

'Champion'?

[she snorts. Well, at least it's not anything important. Which is cue enough to poke her head in. It's quiet enough for now, but who's to say what it'll be like past the point she's heard.]

Why is there always something going on over here?

[dedikated]

( Think he overdid it? Because Kate does, to be fair. But she didn't make the sign, she just turned up because it's partially her party. (And that in and of itself is... odd. She's worked through birthdays rather than celebrate them in the past.)

Kate catches Marian as she pokes her head in, mid-wander of the clinic's halls, kind of aimless with no one to talk to. But the question's overheard and she pulls a face. Why wouldn't there be? )

'Cause shit happens a lot.

( They rarely get to do things like this, though. )

Least this is just fun.

Lance | OTA

[lifetothefullest]

[On one hand, this is a nice opportunity to get to know everyone. It's been a little weird not knowing all his coworkers, especially since this place is a lot smaller than the Hoover building, and they're working a lot more closely. They really should all be familiar with each other, and this is a good occasion for not only just meeting each other but getting a sense of what some of these people are like through observation.

On the other hand, Lance is much better with smaller groups, and he also has a lot on his mind at the moment. So he's not immediately sociable, and can be found lurking around the edges of the main room and drinking for the early part of the party.

Around the middle of the evening he's a little more outgoing, thanks to two or three drinks, and seeks out people he doesn't; he's definitely not drunk, just a little more calm, so his voice is even and friendly.]

Hello. We haven't met yet.

[And later on, as things are winding down, he's retreated entirely to his unofficial office toward the back of the Clinic, and can be found there by anyone else trying to escape the party without actually leaving just yet.]

[dedikated]

Kate.

( She's had a couple of drinks as well, and the night's progressing nicely. It's good to see the people here again, but also to see them when everyone's fully relaxed, rather than dealing with the weight of everything Hadriel throws at people and the fact that they're always woefully, woefully undersupplied. )

Guess we just missed each other last time I were here.

( Though sometimes this place can be so hectic that even she missed out on meeting new staff for a while. Some comedy where one person slides into a room just as the other walks out of it. )

[lifetothefullest]

[Ah, so this is Kate; he'd suspected from observing so far, but good to know for sure.]

I think so; I believe we were both here for a short time, but I wasn't particularly involved with anything for the first few weeks.

[For good reason, but still.]

It's nice to meet you. Other people here think very highly of you.

[hasadoctorsnote]

[Lurking is something Nico's also good at, especially since he can pull the shadows around him to make him even more camouflage into the corners. He doesn't touch anything alcoholic and he's not the most sociable person by any means, so he mostly just sticks to the corners and walls, watching people milling about. He's fine with talking should anyone come up to him though, so when Lance does, he answers back casually.]

Hey. I'm one of the new arrivals so probably not. I'm Nico.

[lifetothefullest]

[That name is immediately familiar, and Lance is a little surprised.]

You know Will, don't you?

[He's pretty sure Will said Nico was his boyfriend, actually, but Lance isn't sure if Nico wants that to be known so he doesn't mention it just yet.]

adam | ota

[unknowable]

[Adam isn't great at parties, but he's not sure any of the rest of them are either - the clinic seems to attract the sorts who might not exactly be termed party animals. But he's had some experience navigating these situations, and it helps that he knows most of the people here, so it's not too bad at all.

He circulates through the party, greeting people and making sure the food is well stocked, encouraging people to take some. It's not his food, not his party, but it makes him feel better and more comfortable to have something to do. It makes it much easier to talk to people.]

Kind of nice to see this place without any injured folks.

[He'll venture some careful conversation here and there, or Adam can be found taking a breather against one of the walls. Socializing is difficult, and not a skill he's exercised much since coming here - certainly not something that comes naturally to him.]

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance is also hiding near the wall, but catching sight of Adam actually prompts him to abandon his current mission of blending into the background. Instead he approaches with a small smile of greeting, leaning back against the wall next to, but not too close--Lance's personal space bubble is a decent size and he knows it's the same for a lot of quieter people--to him.]

Hello Adam. It's nice to meet you in person.

[unknowable]

[His answering smile is initially nothing but polite, but it turns into something more genuine after a moment. Adam is a cautious sort and takes awhile to warm up to anyone, but he's inclined to like Lance after their conversation.]

It's nice to meet you, too. Sometimes I'm not sure the people on the network are entirely real.

[Because you just never know, here.]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo isn't one to turn down food or drinks, and it would be nice to see who else is working at the clinic in case she needs to call them some day. Plus Kate was back and she kind of did want to join in the celebrations for that.

She shows up a few minutes late and heads straight for the food, dropping off a few bottles of water at the end of the table just in case. She takes a curious bite of something she doesn't recognize and-]

Wow, this is good.

Will Solace | OTA

[sonofacesius]

Will was good with parties. As much as he'd like to deny it, parties were in his blood, not as much as a kid of Dionysus maybe, but as far as he was concerned the Apollo Cabin through better parties anyway. He meandered around, picking up different foods to try and conversing with people. He didn't know Kate, but any return should probably be celebrated, even if it was a cave governed by emotion hungry gods. Still, it was weird to be celebrating here instead of back home, he wasn't quite used to this place yet. There was no sun, how could anyone get used to that, especially an Apollo kid?

Not being of age and when your Camp Director threatens to turn people into bottles of wine, well, he stayed away from the stuff.

"This is going well."

sans | ota

[skelebro]

Sans is...here, and that's just about the extent of it. He's not making any real conscious effort to mingle, which maybe defeats the point of a party in the first damn place, but hey - maybe he's just too lazy to manage even that much.

He's not really doing much, all things considered. Nothing but sketching something out in that little notebook of his, practicing that glyphwork that's really the only reason he got recruited into this whole deal. Maybe he could pull off a practical joke or two, but he's pretty sure a health clinic is not the best place to be doing that. He's not even made an effort to dress up all fancy; he's in the same ratty jacket, track shorts, and stained t-shirt as always.

He's not even really drinking all that heavily. I mean, unless you feel like a skeleton can get adequately drunk from a bottle of dijon mustard. You'd be forgiven for assuming otherwise.

[hasadoctorsnote]

When Nico had tried to summon a skeleton earlier, he hadn't felt anything around he could call, so he's a little surprised to see one here at the party drinking... dijon mustard? Okay then. He knows better to question some things.

He wanders over, looking completely at ease approaching a skeleton since he summons them often back home - he's more than used to zombies, skeletons, and ghosts. "Hello."

[skelebro]

Pretty ordinary fella, this guy - at least, he's assuming here. People can look disarmingly normal and turn out to be nothing but, but he's certainly being cordial enough. Sans toasts the kid with his bottle of mustard and starts sucking it down, all without parting the teeth to his grin.

"Heya. Don't think I seen you 'round here."