Post by thelori24 on Dec 21, 2016 6:45:08 GMT
Skitter sat quietly in the office, Sam had told her he'd talked to the doctor and he'd been interested to meet and talk with her. So she'd decided to go ahead and show up, and see what he wanted to talk about. She hadn't seen him yet though, so busied herself looking around the comfortable space, and mentally picking out which things were most interesting, and which ones might fit best into which pockets.
She'd been poked and prodded and talked to by a lot of people since coming here, examined by doctors, talked to by other staff members, a close eye kept on the strange woman who had to be at least 30, but still acted very much like an excited child. Sam had worried this would all be too much for her, and sometimes it was. She'd gotten angry that she couldn't get her feelings across a few times, and had melted down, thrown a few times, accidentally punched someone in the head...she felt really bad about that one, she really hadn't meant to. And she was glad for their rooms, where she could close the door and be alone and not have everything be bright and flashy and loud for a little while. But for the most part, she loved this place, it was mildly terrifying in how different it was, but that was also part of what made it so good. There were so many things she hadn't seen, didn't know what they did...but she wanted to know them all.
Her collection of pretty and interesting things had also grown at an enormous rate, so many new and not broken things here to pick from, sometimes it was hard to decide what might be most useful. And the food, the endless food. Sure it would run out at some point she'd taken to hiding it when she could. Sam had found part of her stash of both food and stuff and made her put them back, saying there was no need of that here, and she shouldn't take things that weren't hers and she'd reluctantly done as asked....but he hadn't found all of her stash. She'd hidden that away really well.
She found her attention kept coming back to a little figure on the desk. Getting up she glanced around and crossed over to it, picking it up gingerly and looking it over with an admiring and practiced eye. She wasn't sure what she'd do with it...but she did like it.
She'd been poked and prodded and talked to by a lot of people since coming here, examined by doctors, talked to by other staff members, a close eye kept on the strange woman who had to be at least 30, but still acted very much like an excited child. Sam had worried this would all be too much for her, and sometimes it was. She'd gotten angry that she couldn't get her feelings across a few times, and had melted down, thrown a few times, accidentally punched someone in the head...she felt really bad about that one, she really hadn't meant to. And she was glad for their rooms, where she could close the door and be alone and not have everything be bright and flashy and loud for a little while. But for the most part, she loved this place, it was mildly terrifying in how different it was, but that was also part of what made it so good. There were so many things she hadn't seen, didn't know what they did...but she wanted to know them all.
Her collection of pretty and interesting things had also grown at an enormous rate, so many new and not broken things here to pick from, sometimes it was hard to decide what might be most useful. And the food, the endless food. Sure it would run out at some point she'd taken to hiding it when she could. Sam had found part of her stash of both food and stuff and made her put them back, saying there was no need of that here, and she shouldn't take things that weren't hers and she'd reluctantly done as asked....but he hadn't found all of her stash. She'd hidden that away really well.
She found her attention kept coming back to a little figure on the desk. Getting up she glanced around and crossed over to it, picking it up gingerly and looking it over with an admiring and practiced eye. She wasn't sure what she'd do with it...but she did like it.
