Any Dr Chilton RPers still exist out there?
Or anyone I could tempt into becoming said rper?
The following is both foundation and invitation to and for the adventure to come.
If no one takes me up, I’ll just make it a fanfic.
Or abandon it.
Sort of the same thing for me.
Seriously though. Play with me. I’ll be gentle.
ish.
I’m playing Toby btw. Just maneuvered the good doctor to get him into place.
Prefer DMs.
Esp now that Tumblr has lost it’s spark.
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Doctor Chilton’s tight ship was taking on water.
The slow decline had started not even a week prior, when The Shepherd, a cannibalistic serial killer with a classic, albeit somewhat tired messiah delusion, had been admitted for evaluation. He had raved, loudly, for hours, about the coming of the end of days, before turning on his own arm with a feverish delight. It had taken every staff member available to subdue him. Even after the sedatives were administered, his demeanor still held such a wild undertone, that no one was comfortable for the rest of the evening.
That night, the commotion had left a few of the patients too restless and agitated to sleep. And from there, it grew worse. Each night the disquiet expanded further through the hospital, moving like an infection gone systemic. More and more patients were up, pacing, shouting, it was a slow building wave of increased self harm and attempted violence until no one slept, and every staff member was on edge.
A few of the more seasoned individuals had managed to keep their wits about them, trudging on, strapping and wheeling patient after patient to more secure, increasingly solitary locations, beating back the incoming tide like farmers throwing sandbags before a tsunami.
Toby, a new orderly, had surprisingly stepped up during the chaos as well.
Doctor Chilton turned into a hallway and spotted the young man mopping vomit off the floor ahead of him.
Toby had a flirtatious disposition, the kind that groped the line between acceptable and awkward. But over the past week he had proven himself helpful, eager to please, and willing to go above and beyond. He was one of the few that had taken his doubles willingly, without complaint.
Toby glanced up at Frederick as he passed, with a look as though anticipating any possible new orders. His dark eyes rode the doctor a fraction of a second longer than they should have, then he turned his attention back to the mop.
Dr. Chilton stopped in front of a cell, and flipped open the manila folder in hand. His eyes flicked over it’s contents impatiently.
“Mr.-“
His sentence was cut short as a wad of viscous pearl liquid struck the doctor square in the chest. There was a howl of agitation, as it had apparently missed it’s intended mark - a good 5 inches too low.
The fistful of liquid, which the patient had been ardently gathering into his palm all night, slid like a glob of hoof-glue down Chilton’s suit.
A clang rang through the hall as a mop handle hit the floor. “Oh my god! Director Chilton!” Toby yanked free the hand towel that had been tucked in his belt. The orderly pressed his towel against the molested fabric, frantically trying to wipe up the mess.
