Muse Carina DeLuca

An alien? Carina just managed to catch herself from dropping her much too-expensive coffee. "Dio mio," she murmured to herself. "This city gets crazier by the day." She took a deep breath. "You had me fooled," she looked around at the people continuing on with their day, not having heard what she just heard. "Fellow human," Carina added in for good measure.

Carina froze, her hand under the soap dispenser. Were they talking to her? She looked around at the hospital bathroom. There didn't seem to be anyone else in here. Carina supposed she might as well answer. "Sometimes I feel that way for sure, but occasionally it's good."

Carina smiled at the other. "I feel like some girls go through phases with liking makeup and not liking it. I wasn't so sure I liked it either for a while, but I'm glad you're having fun with it." She smiled wide again.

Carina smiled at the other. "Of course, no problem. You should keep at it!" She hoped that the other would appreciate her genuine feedback and keep working on her hobbies. Carina knew that too many young women got discouraged by a lack of positivity.

Carina shook her head. "It looks a little," she paused for a bit, looking for the right word in English before giving up. "It's not as bad as you think, I promise. This makeup stuff just takes practice, sometimes more than we want."

Carina smiled at the other. "I feel like some girls go through phases with liking makeup and not liking it. I wasn't so sure I liked it either for a while, but I'm glad you're having fun with it." She smiled wide again.

She was walking by, looking for the right office, but Carina immediately stopped when she saw another person sitting at a desk, looking completely exhausted. They were surrounded by papers, so she wasn't sure if she should bother them. But what the heck, this city was crazy, and she needed more friends and more information. "Are you okay?" Carina asked softly, trying not to startle the other.

Carina shook her head. "It looks a little," she paused for a bit, looking for the right word in English before giving up. "It's not as bad as you think, I promise. This makeup stuff just takes practice, sometimes more than we want."

Faye sighed with relief, the weight of the crowded ER and a long shift weighing on her. "That would be perfect, thanks." She closed the door behind her with one hand, her brown-bagged lunch clutched tight in the other. "It seems like everyone is hurting themselves in one way or another today." Faye shook her head.

"Oh, absolutely. It's like clockwork." Faye shook her head and raised her eyebrows as she took out the sandwich she'd hastily thrown together before her shift. "With the plastics people all tied up, they have me stitching up lacs that come in and on other minor cases."

Carina was a bit taken a back by the other's attitude towards what had happened at the ball. But she was more surprised by the fact that a part of her agreed with Cami. Maybe it was her loneliness speaking, but Carina said, "you know, I wasn't expecting to say this, but, within reason, I agree with you. A little chaos of the good kind couldn't hurt." She was definitely glad to not be affected by the cherub.

Carina forced herself to smile back. The other seemed nice enough, but between Maya and Andrea, she'd experienced enough chaos for a lifetime even before appearing in Washington DC. "Maybe I just don't have enough experience with the right kind of chaos."

"Yeah," Faye finished closing out her chart before smiling at Alex. "Everything's fine. And, uh, if you ever want to hang out, that's chill too." Wait, is that making things awkward, Faye wondered. "You don't have to, obviously, I was just saying maybe, if you were-" Faye cut herself off, mentally facepalming. So much for not making things awkward. Great job, she thought sarcastically.

alex raised a brow at her words, not necessarily at what she was saying but it was funny. "well it was fine until we started saying it might be awkward and that kind of made it awkward." he stated bluntly. "but it's fine, i can deal with a bit of awkward. yeah we can grab drinks or something after shift, it's not a big deal. it's not like it was a real date date anyways."

Faye smiled. So she hadn't ruined things yet. Yet. There was still a chance, though. "Okay, that sounds good. I still don't know the good places around here, so I can find you before clocking out at the end of shift." Should she say anything else? Probably not. Alex seemed to be joking about it not being awkward, but she really didn't want to mess up one of the good friendships that she had here.

"I've been here just under a month too, and," Faye shivered. "Some of my patients have had similar symptoms. It's odd, to say the least. I don't like it either." Penelope's husband not remembering her? That had to be beyond painful in a way that Faye couldn't imagine.

Carina opened her mouth before closing it. She wasn't sure how to tell Andy, or this version of Andy or whoever she is, about Maya and how she isn't here with her. "Ah, my wife is back in Seattle. At least, I assume. I wish she was here too, but I-" Carina stopped herself before she said any more. She didn't know how much Andy knew.

Carina smiled back at Andy. Despite all of the ups and downs in their relationship, she too hoped that Maya would join her soon in Washington. Liam missed his other mom, and with this other baby coming soon, she would definitely need the help.

Faye sighed with relief, the weight of the crowded ER and a long shift weighing on her. "That would be perfect, thanks." She closed the door behind her with one hand, her brown-bagged lunch clutched tight in the other. "It seems like everyone is hurting themselves in one way or another today." Faye shook her head.

"Oh wow," Carina mused. The Andy she knew was proudly born and raised in Seattle... but this was not her business if this Andy was from this strange city. Still, it would be nice to have a familiar face so far from Seattle. "I'm from Italia, but I lived in Seattle for a while with my brother," Carina paused, feeling Andrea's absence for a minute. "And with my wife."

Carina opened her mouth before closing it. She wasn't sure how to tell Andy, or this version of Andy or whoever she is, about Maya and how she isn't here with her. "Ah, my wife is back in Seattle. At least, I assume. I wish she was here too, but I-" Carina stopped herself before she said any more. She didn't know how much Andy knew.

Carina was a bit taken a back by the other's attitude towards what had happened at the ball. But she was more surprised by the fact that a part of her agreed with Cami. Maybe it was her loneliness speaking, but Carina said, "you know, I wasn't expecting to say this, but, within reason, I agree with you. A little chaos of the good kind couldn't hurt." She was definitely glad to not be affected by the cherub.

alex nodded his head when seeing she wasn't too busy, then he walked up beside her. "cool, i won't take up too much time, i just want to make sure we're good and that blind date things wouldn't make things awkward."

"Yeah," Faye finished closing out her chart before smiling at Alex. "Everything's fine. And, uh, if you ever want to hang out, that's chill too." Wait, is that making things awkward, Faye wondered. "You don't have to, obviously, I was just saying maybe, if you were-" Faye cut herself off, mentally facepalming. So much for not making things awkward. Great job, she thought sarcastically.

"Yes, it is very strange," Carina agreed, still confused about seeing who she thought was a friend from Seattle. However, still being wiped out from the event, as well as from taking care of Liam all night afterwards, Carina wasn't sure that this was all just some long, crazy, detailed dream. "Have you lived in D.C. long?" she asked.

"Oh wow," Carina mused. The Andy she knew was proudly born and raised in Seattle... but this was not her business if this Andy was from this strange city. Still, it would be nice to have a familiar face so far from Seattle. "I'm from Italia, but I lived in Seattle for a while with my brother," Carina paused, feeling Andrea's absence for a minute. "And with my wife."