☤ fifty -two

[as_damaged]

[Cameron is out and about as she would be any other day. Life in the City marches on regardless of its Citizen's small troubles, curses and chaos becoming commonplace after a while. She not compelled to do anything ridiculous at the moment, so she's going about business as usual.

This means Cameron's fair game wherever you might bump into her-- on the way to or from the hospital, in City General itself, out for lunch or a cup of coffee-- so tell her whatever you want to tell her. She's a good listener.]



[ooc; open action is open! i would love to have her meet some new people too so don't be afraid to toss someone at her even if they've never spoken before. :3]

Comments

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He drinks his coffee and shakes his head]

Listen, it's not brain surgery. It's not fucking rocket science. They take the order, hand it over, get the food, serve it. Not dick around, not flirt with the cute dishwasher, not harass the cooks.

[as_damaged]

Neurosurgeons don't have to rely on their patients' gratitude to make a living.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You'd think that would give them more incentive not to dick around.

[as_damaged]

So do you just assume no waitress meets your particular standards of professional excellence?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

If one really impresses me, I'll slip her something.

[as_damaged]

[She's making some effort not to seem totally disapproving, but not quite enough of an effort to... not seem disapproving.]

I suppose I can see your logic.