Hello! I am usually called Galaxy (she/her). My age is the year. I cycle through fixations. always up to chat about DND tho. Pls note. Following me means you accept my frequent and horrible typos
I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard
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Of course Santos is the one that figured out Langdon, she said she spent a month at a Pain Clinic. She would absolutely know the difference between a faulty bottle and a tampered one.
She also would be able to easily pick up when the medicine dosages were not behaving like they should, which she mentions several times when shes getting concerned about the high dosages of the faulty drugs.
A few ideas Perhaps? Featuring everyone's favorite meaner surgeon.
Datenight stuggles
Samira is trying to plan a double? date with her/Emery and Trinity/Yolanda/Baran
But she just cant catch Emery to talk, so the nurses try to help by passing along the message.
Unfortunately at some point a wire gets crossed and Emery ends up going to the park in an evening gown with a picnic basket deeply confused.
Holiday struggles
Halloween and Cassie's son is hanging out until the end of her shift.
He wanders around because various nurses stations and such are giving him candy for his costume.
Eventually he makes his way out ofbthe ED and Cassie is freaking out looking everywhere for him.
That is until he comes running into her arms because "there's a vampire chasing him".
Shortly behind him a very tired and grumpy Walsh comes stalking out of the elevator, holding his dropped bag of candy.
He had found his way into the on-call room in surgery and panicked when "the vampire jumped out"
Aka got catapulted out of a ptsd nightmare.
After an amount of whining from the pittlings, they convince Walsh to indeed wear some of those stick on fangs.
They spend the rest of the shift teasing her because she has a strong lisp.
hi! thank you so much for the ask, and sorry it took me so long to get to.
(i tried really hard im sorry that it’s kinda hot garbage but its hot garbage with love dont worry)
“Samira!” Trinity flags her down in the middle of the ER with such an urgency that she almost thinks something catastrophic is happening. The only thing that separates it from being a cry for help is the excitement in her voice.
Normally Samira would ignore her, but it’s a quiet day and Trinity is her friend so she allows herself to stop. “What?” she asks, still shuffling papers because she is Samira Mohan in the ED.
Trinity’s spinning around in her chair, likely procrastinating charts. “We should do a double date.” she states, only vaguely looking in Samira’s direction. “‘Cause Baran and Yolanda and I have Wednesday off, and I’m pretty sure you do too. Does Walsh have Wednesday night off?”
Samira freezes and allows herself a moment to think about her fiancé’s schedule. “Yeah, I think she does.”
“So?” Trinity’s actually looking at her now.
Samira takes a moment to think. Emery really needs to get out more and she’s friends with Yolanda. She might even be a fan of this idea. “Yeah….” Her voice trails off. “That should be good.”
Trinity grins, already pulling out her phone. “Perfect.”
—
Samira shoves a note at Lena. “Do me a favor and pass the message to Em?” she asks. Would it have been easier to text her the information? Yes, absolutely. But Emery liked being cute and old-fashioned sometimes, so she figured the note might make the date even more special.
Lena simply takes the note, eying it suspiciously. “Yeah, sure.” she replies offhandedly.
—
“Hey Perlah, will you tell Walsh to go to the hill at the park on her day off. From Samira.”
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“Tell Walsh there’s a romantic picnic on her day off she has to go to.”
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“Walsh, you need to go to the hill in the park a few blocks away with a picnic for a date on your night off.”
“What? I’m doing things.”
“Night off. Picnic. Samira.”
“So Tuesday?”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Whatever.”
—
The sandwiches are made. The flowers are ordered. Trinity’s girlfriend’s are ready. An intern had confirmed that Em knew what was going on.
Samira bounces on her toes. What could she say, they could all use the break. It was really shocking that they all had the same day off, really.
She turns away from her prep to finally relax. She has a research paper she’s really excited to get reading!
Her phone dings and Samira lets her hand fly to it. She grins when she realizes it’s from Emery.
em <3: Hey, where are you guys
em <3: On the hill and brought a picnic like you asked but it’s looking kinda empty
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my friends and I have created a game we call Quipposting, where you play quiplash but you roll a wheel full of character archetypes, and whatever it lands on, you all answer as if you are like, a wizard or cowboy. This legitimately makes quiplash go from a fun enough game to an S+ tier absolute unabashed banger
these are all from mafia goonposting but I think it’s my absolute favorite one of all time so I have a lot of pictures from it. Turn on some jazz and wait until people start talking in the accent and you’ll make Magic
samira is sick but she is adamant she isnt until emery gets a wind of it and bullies her back home to rest😋😋
thank you so much for the ask! i hope you enjoy and that this is what you were thinking :)
“You’re sick.”
Samira squints from where she’s standing in the hallway. Garcia had grabbed her wrist after a trauma and dragged her to the quietest place she could find in the ED. (Which really wasn’t very quiet at all.)
She wasn’t friends with Garcia, so she had been expecting something professional. (Or maybe Emery related.) Not this.
“What?” (Eloquent. She knows.)
Garcia rolls her eyes and crosses her arms like she thinks Samira is the dumbest person alive. “You look like you’re about to fall over. Tell Dana you’re going home. Don’t make me call Em.”
And the worst thing about it is that she isn’t wrong. Samira is cold and clammy and the only thing she wants to do right now is go home and cuddle with her fiance. But the had a shift, so the pounding headache and the misery can wait until she gets off.
And so, like an adult, she spits out, “You’re not the boss of me.” and storms away, ignoring the fatigue that pulls down on her bones and begs her to sink into the floor.
(She is so caught up in it that she doesn’t notice Garcia already pulling out her phone.)
—
“What the fuck.”
“Good morning to you too.” Yolanda’s voice is crackly and mildly condescending through the phone.
Emery’s just about to go off on her about how she got off at eight a.m. and it is currently eleven a.m. and therefore it is her bedtime, but Yolanda speaks first.
“Your fiance is almost certainly sick. She looks like she’s going fall over in the middle of the ED. I’ve collaborated with Dana and talked to her but she won’t go home.”
Emery takes a deep breath and feels her anger turn to worry.
“I’ll be there in twenty.”
—
“Sam.”
Samira freezes because she would recognize that voice and that pet name anywhere. And sure enough, when she finally rotates her body from where she’s grabbing gloves Emery is there. Her arms are crossed and it looks like she’s thrown on the first clothes that struck her as “maybe work appropriate”. Plus her hair is still down in a way that she never wears to work. So, in short, Samira definitely woke up her fiancé.
The headache and the heat must be taking more out of her than she thought because she can feel tears pricking in the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t do one thing right, could she?
Emery must sense she’s on the verge of tears because she speaks again. “Let’s go home.” Her voice is collected and laid back, but Samira can see a tinge of worry in her eyes.
But she also has eight hours left of her shift. “Can’t. Shift.” She gestures to the busy Emergency Department with her head and instantly regrets it when it sends more pain through her skull.
Emery shrugs and steps closer. “Sucks.” She drops her voice so only Samira can hear it. “I already talked to Dana. You’re good to go. Come on, I know you want to go home.”
Samira sniffs and tries her best to hold back her tears. It must not work well enough because Emery’s thumb reaches up at her face to wipe one away from the corner of her eye. “You’re supposed to be asleep.” is what she manages to get out.
Emery nods. “Yep. Sooner we get out of here, sooner we can nap.”
Samira can’t really think of anything to say to that. Because it does sound nice, especially right now, to curl up against Emery and sleep. But on the other hand, she can’t let people down. Work is her life. She goes to work, rain or shine, because she loves it and it’s her purpose. “No.” she whispers, but her voice has lost bite.
Emery sighs, stepping closer. She spots a nurse that is looking at her weird and shoots them a death glare. But then, all her attention is on Samira.
“Listen,” she begins, grabbing Samira’s hands. “Just from the looks of you I can tell that you are burning up. I can tell that you are miserable. I can tell that you want to home. I am offering to take you home. We can cuddle in my bed and both sleep, and you can have some Tylenol and water and it’ll be great.” She stops and begins again, letting her gaze dart for a minute. “I know you care about the people here, but you’re really no help if you’ve got the flu.” She reaches up and pressed a hand to Samira’s forehead with a wince. “And I really think you do.”
Samira lets her body lean towards Emery, like a magnet for her fiancé. “No one will be mad?” she whispers.
Emery shakes her head. “God, no.”
“They’ll be okay here?”
“They’ll be fine.”
“You promise we can cuddle?”
“Absolutely.”
Samira takes a deep breath, which is half a good idea and half a bad one because now she can really feel just how bad she feels. There is genuinely nothing she wants more in the world right now than to be cuddled on Emery’s lap.
“Yeah.” she whispers.
Emery smiles. “Yeah? Ready to go home baby?” And it’s soft in a way she never lets into the emergency room and Samira is weak so she just nods.
Emery slings an arm around her shoulders before guiding her to the locker room.
“Come on,” she whispers into Samira’s ear. “Let’s get you home.”
I need there to be for some reason that they need to like jump up a patients heart rate or something, but they don't want to use a drug cause it could skew results.
So they decide that they need to make them angry, but nothing is bothering them, they're just perfectly pleasant.
So the doctors are just like: god what could piss this guy off?
For the ensemble plot this can link to each of the doctors/nurses own previous experiences in hospitals to help the patients. Because everything that walks (or is wheeled) through that door, be it a gun shot, an overdose, a rape kit, whatever, someone in that building has been through, and possibly not received the care and diligence they needed. And part of the plot might be recognizing that your experiences sometimes means you're the most qualified person in the building, credentials be damned, and sometimes it means you cant touch a case with a 40 ft pole.
And of course we need the flip side of the doctor being a patient right now too.
But Noah has mentioned that S3 is likely to be Robby's rock bottom right? But you cant hit rock bottom and climb back up in one shift. Boy needs more than 3 months and one inevitably awful day to fix his shit.
So i think the season 2 red herring will kick in and it will be Santos that ends up as the patient getting help. Especially because last season did show her attempting to reach out, even if she is spectacularly bad at it.
And Robby might manage to pull his head out of his ass long enough to realize that if even spiky angry Santos is able to allow herself to be cared for, then it would benefit him as well.
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There’s something to the fact that Robby and Langdon have the same badge reel, a black circle, placed in the same spot, on the proximal side of their breast pocket. Like father like son, like mentor like mentee, like moon like sea. Langdon follows Robby’s example.
Even further than that, though, is that Langdon and Santos has almost exact opposites in season two. Langdon’s is described above. Santos has a white square on the distal side of her breast pocket. It’s contrast in shape, color, placement, but both of them still have it over their hearts. Still on the pocket.
I do want to point out that in season one, however, Santos’ reel is on her hip. Still looks the same, still on the same side, but it’s actually gotten closer as the seasons have continued to paralleling Robby and Langdon, not moving further away.
If we really want to get into it, it seems like the black circle is hospital standard or issued. That’s the most common one to see on everyone. Robby and Langdon both lose themselves to the job, let themselves get swallowed by the Pitt, and Santos hasn’t seemed to. At least, not yet.
Your robodoc fic got me thinking…..I feel like Baran would back away when Trinity is sarcastic at first. She’s not great at picking up on cues, there’s already a power imbalance between them, I think she’d freak out a bit that she crossed a line. The thing is, teasing and sarcasm is how trinity flirts…..
you are so right. HOWEVER i think there’s a flirty playful side to baran, which we see in her interactions with abbot and robby. i think baran is a very sensitive gal (☹️) but she knows how to hold her own in the sometimes very macho-macho environment of medicine.
i think teasing she can get along with, but she might struggle with how abrasive santos can be at times, before she learns to get used to it. (this is partially why i chose to have trinity constantly repressing her urge to snap in my fic, until it all came out <3)
i imagine baran casually saying something teasing/sarcastic about trinity, and then smirking shyly when trinity catches on that she’s being made fun of and gasps incredulously. (trinity’s secretly delighted that baran feels comfortable enough to make fun of her.) and then they kiss hehehe SQUEEE
Baran does find trinity's snark funny, she has to suppress a grin both during the charting topic and when she made fun of the Ai charting going down with the cyber shutdown.
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Baran, on really fucking bad days where it feels like the world is coming to an end, goes to a bar and orders a drink. Sometimes its a glass of wine, others its a cocktail, and once it was whiskey. She never even takes a sip, she’s smarter than that. She just likes to have something that could ruin her life in her grasp on a terrible fucking day, and still have the self control not to indulge. She likes the reminder she still has control, at least somewhat, of her life, her mind, and her body.
One day, after a terrible shift, she goes to a local bar, gets herself a cocktail, something she’s never brought before, another drink in a long list that she will never taste to keep her seizures under control. She plays with the base of the glass and the napkin, turns the speared olives around in the glass. Her eyes drift to the crowd, and she’s about to abandon her drink and leave the bar entirely when pale skin and dark hair catches her eyes.
At the end of the bar, Trinity Santos sits, anxiously switching from looking at her phone to searching the bar. She has no drink.
Baran looks down at her cocktail glass again, the liquid probably room temperature and unpleasant by now. Still, would be a shame to waste it. She takes a deep breath, and walks over to Trinity Santos, a sweet “You look like you could use a drink,” falling from her lips before she could even think about the risks of what she’s doing.
Trknity looks up startled, shifts her eyes once more around the bar, before glancing down at her phone - several messages she sent have been left on read - before looking back up at Baran, her curly hair loose and in a casual tank top - God she looks so underdressed next to Trinity - and the drink in her hand. A smile stretches across her face, almost a smirk but not quite confident enough yet, and offers up the bar stool next to her, eagerly accepting the offered glass and taking a sip.
Baran flags down the bar tender, orders herself a regular pepsi, then leans against the bar, resting her head against her palm. She bites her bottom lip, a thrill rushing through her when Trinity watches the action, before she feels brave enough to graze her short fingernails against Trinity’s forearm, watching the goose bumps raise, humming, delighted.
“Whoever you were waiting for is certainly missing out.”
