The Universe's Mixer

George had been perfectly happy to wait out the storm in her own apartment. As long as the water was running and the toilet was working, she didn't care if all she had to eat was ramen noodles. Then the post-it came. George stared down at the small piece of yellow paper, her expression a picture, perfect expression of indignant shock. Wrapping up the best she could she went out into the storm and was caught in it.

Hypothermia, unlike other times George had been hurt, had the one advantage of a numbing factor. The shivering itself wasn't so bad at first until it became more violent. On the bright side, the stabbing pain in her fingers and toes became numb, and she didn't need coordinated control in order to knock on the apartment door when she finally reached it. Her lips and nose were an odd shade of blue but the reaper's only concern was that she didn't have a line of frozen snot down her face because that would be gross. She didn't.

When the door to the apartment listed on her post-it didn't open (at least she thought it was the same address but her mind wasn't functioning at one-hundred percent), she tried grasping the handle with her fingers a few times. The door opened (though she couldn't tell if it was her doing or not) and George stumbled in.

She mumbled a little incoherently to herself: "It is really warm in here..."

[Open to whoever might find themselves at the City hospital in the snow]

Rincewind had happily put on his new uniform while humming to himself in his bunk on Serenity. He had heard from overhearing that this had belonged to the ship's doctor before, who now worked at the hospital.

"It would be great to meet him at the hospital!" Rincewind thought to himself. "Maybe Dr. Cameron knows him. She's so pretty and smart. I hope I don't knock her over again. Or anyone else. Maybe I should take the staff along just in case. No, I don't need magic here, especially not at the hospital. I have to get the hang of how everything operates here. I mean, without imps or anything! I was right all along, there is a better way to do things than magic. Most of the time."

He smiled broadly and pushed the button to walk out the cargo doors.

And stopped short. His uniform did not come with winter boots, and the snow was definitely falling.

"Crud. Bulls bollocks. Luggage!"

The Luggage reluctantly creaked over from the engine room, where it had been trying unsuccessfully to romance the machinery. In short order, Rincewind had a fur coat, fur-lined waterproof boots and a fuzzy hat. What winter outfit would be complete without a fuzzy hat? He bet even the vampires in Uberwald wore fuzzy hats in the winter.

The wind was powerful but Rincewind was determined not to be late (well, too late) for his first real day of work in this City world place. He was ok not doing much of anything at the Unseen University, because let's face it, the UU owed him. He did all the dirty work, taking tourists to the end of the Disc (literally) and keeping interesting times from turning into dead times.

But this hospital, this seemed like meaningful work! He hoped he didn't screw up and get kicked out really soon. He didn't have high hopes he would manage never to get kicked out, but he hoped it would at least take a while. Hey, maybe he'd actually prove to be good at this technology and saving people's lives thing!

He pushed his way through the snowy parking lot and coughed as the sliding doors slowly slid open. He had made it. Rincewind hoped the heat was working. He quickly presented himself at the front desk and was assigned to helping whoever was on clinic duty.

Ok, he could do that. Breathe, Rincewind, breathe.