Caroline Forbes (
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Check-in May 15
It was the 15th of the month and given the possibility of arrivals, Caroline decided that something should be done to make new people a little more comfortable.
So she was sitting in the lobby, wearing a bright yellow sundress and surrounded by a riot of materials. Her feet were bare, as her sandals were lying off to the side, and her toenails were blue. She was creating Inn survival kits. There was a little pamphlet of explanations: people call the guy at the desk Daryl; yes,everything is free; no, you can't leave; just be firm about towels. A basket of sundries - snacks from the gift shop, sunscreen, guidebook, toothbrush etc. There was a towel, because obviously.
She considered adding a bottle of alcohol, but not everyone drank - she'd noticed at least a few of the current residents who didn't - and if they did drink TOO much, she didn't want to encourage it.
Maybe chocolate?
Caroline jotted down that as a note and resumed chewing on the end of her pen. The lobby door opened shortly thereafter and she looked up with a smile.
So she was sitting in the lobby, wearing a bright yellow sundress and surrounded by a riot of materials. Her feet were bare, as her sandals were lying off to the side, and her toenails were blue. She was creating Inn survival kits. There was a little pamphlet of explanations: people call the guy at the desk Daryl; yes,everything is free; no, you can't leave; just be firm about towels. A basket of sundries - snacks from the gift shop, sunscreen, guidebook, toothbrush etc. There was a towel, because obviously.
She considered adding a bottle of alcohol, but not everyone drank - she'd noticed at least a few of the current residents who didn't - and if they did drink TOO much, she didn't want to encourage it.
Maybe chocolate?
Caroline jotted down that as a note and resumed chewing on the end of her pen. The lobby door opened shortly thereafter and she looked up with a smile.
Re: OTA Tag Sam
She blinked at him surprised when he asked the question, she didn't know what she wanted... did she know? Simon would know. But Simon wasn't here. Should she ask for Simon? She scrunched up her face and pressed her hands to her eyes.
"I don't.. I... I don't... it's too loud to hear myself."
Re: OTA Tag Sam
He tried to wrap his arm around her shoulders and draw her into a hug, but he didn't try too hard. She always seemed to be sitting on the edge of losing her shit completely and he'd feel really bad if he pushed her there.
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"Not your job to fix."
Re: OTA Tag Sam
Why he felt so strongly about that, Sam didn't stop to consider, but he did, and he didn't foresee it changing.
Re: OTA Tag Sam
"I will remember." At least she would try.