Daryn Elizabeth O'Conner-Roman (darynoconner) wrote in destructionisle, @ 2017-12-01 19:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | daryn o'conner |
character(s): Daryn and Ashe
setting: The Facility, Medical Department Offices, early evening, Friday, December 1, 2017
summary: Happy Birthday or something like that
rating: TBD
After managing to live through four prior birthdays on Destruction, Daryn barely even noticed that she was turning 34 on this day. In fact, the only reason it even briefly crossed her mind was when she logged in to the Facility database to input patient progress notes and her identification flashed across the screen. She stared at the date for a moment before sighing and going about completing her paperwork for the day. The day had flown by, thanks to an influx of suddenly ill patients, and a handful of injuries. Each one she remembered vividly, only needing to glance briefly at charts for details about their treatments for the day. She worked quickly, fingertips long used to typing without pause, a stream on consciousness easily delivered by touching the keyboard. Plans for the rest of her evening were being ironed out simulateneously. She would go and check on a few patients who were staying in their homes to avoid government interaction, check in with a few Faction members to see if they needed anything, and maybe, just maybe, if there was time before she was too exhausted to do differently, she might cook herself dinner instead of settling for popcorn and a glass of wine. It was a lonely, boring existence without her duties to keep her busy, and on days like this, she was thankful for it.
Daryn hesitated before shutting down her computer. Clicking on her e-mail, she triple checked for messages. This server wasn't secure, so nothing of note would be in her inbox, but she'd still hoped to see something there anyway. Opening an outgoing message, she typed a brief note and hit send.
Dev,
We're 34. Is that officially old, or no? Hope you're well. Miss you. Love you.
Daryn
Just because she hadn't heard from her twin or the rest of her family since being sent to Destruction, it didn't mean that Daryn hadn't done her due diligent to try to keep in touch. There was so much about her life now that they would never know, even if they had read and responded to her messages. Yawning, she shut down her PC and slipped out of her white lab coat, exchanging it for a worn wool coat that offered less warmth than it appeared to. Grabbing her things, she exited and locked her office to move on about her day.