#scrubs.starter

[labcoated]

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  at  arcadia  roosevelt  (  third  floor,  bookstore  )  featuring  𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧  𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞  (  5/5  )  CAPPED   @scrubshqstarters

dorian  was  at  the  bookstore,  aimlessly  wandering  about.  or  at  least  to  anybody  looking  at  him  that  would  be  what  it  appeared  like.  he  had  his  airbuds  in  one  ear,  keeping  his  attention  focused  on  the  music  coming  through  but  his  eyes  were  peeled  on  the  shelves  around  him,  as  if  they  were  telling  him  a  story  all  on  their  own.  which,  to  be  fair,  they  were.  the  story  just  wasn't  exactly  what  he  wanted  it  to  be,  or  what  he  had  expected  it  to  be  either.  dorian  had  a  medical  journal  in  his  hand,  on  top  of  one  of  the  novels  he  had  been  looking  through  earlier.  he  was  doing  his  best  to  balance  everything  out.  as  if  he  was  worried  people  would  really  care  or  judge  him  for  anything  that  he  was  looking  through  in  a  bookstore  of  all  places.  his  shoulders  shrugged  as  he  glanced  through  the  shelves  and  he  sighed,  talking  out  loud  but  really  more  thinking  to  himself,  “you't  think  this  place  would  sell  more  books,  but  i've  seen  so  many  other  things  it's  crazy  to  call  it  a  bookstore.”  he  shook  his  head.  he  didn't  even  know  what  it  was  these  days  with  half  of  everything  dealing  with  so  many  other  things  instead  of  books.  calendars,  puzzles,  games,  those  little  pop  figurines.  it  felt  like  everything  was  in  the  bookshop. 

[fitzcrald]

starter for: staff at lexington @scrubshqstarters location: lexington university hospital break room

The shift has been quiet—eerily so. The kind of quiet that makes seasoned doctors tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Emma’s curled up in one of the break room chairs, legs tucked under her scrubs, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee like it’s the only thing anchoring her to the earth.

When she sees one of her coworkers open their mouth, she doesn’t even let them get a word out.

“No,” she says flatly, eyes narrowing over the rim of her mug. “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare jinx us.”

She takes a long sip, then adds, deadpan, “Last time someone said the ‘q’ word, we had three codes in a row and a guy tried to remove his own appendix in the lobby. So. Try silence instead. It’s underrated.”

[creekerss]

OPEN STARTER -- @scrubshqstarters

LOCATION -- ARCADIA MALL (ESSENTIAL STORE!)

it's not like isadora had moved into a new apartment or even moved out of new york for a new apartment that required renovation or hell-- even new furniture. she was just in a spending mood-- when was she not? when she wasn't being a rn, arcadia mall was one of her go-to for anything and everything-- and right now, isadora was in the mood for new furniture for her apartment. she's in an essential store with household commodities-- the store gave off the same vibes as ikea and allmodern.

currently, isadora is scanning through lamps. when she picks one that looks sexy on the eyes, her eyes dart across the section she's in.

"hey! don't hate me but can i respectfully have you stop what you're doing to help me decide if this lamp is the one for me?" she smiles innocently.

"like do you think it looks good side by side with me?" she asks before she poses with puckered lips. "wait, actually let me just turn it on and tell me how good the lighting looks with me in it and we'll decide if i should go with actually buying this, okay?" she continues on.

[fitzcrald]

starter for: @sleepingbeautyscrubs location: roosevelt fields

Emma yawns, long and unapologetic. She’s just crawled out of a brutal night shift, the kind that makes her wonder why she ever became a doctor in the first place, and all she wants now is to collapse in her apartment and sleep until the next weekend.

But alas—Aurora texted. Meet me at the park? And Emma, fool that she is, showed up.

(She doesn’t want to think about the fact that if anyone else from Kingsley had sent that text, she would’ve laughed and blocked them on principle. But Aurora isn’t just anyone. They’re friends. Just friends. Friends who sometimes fake being each other’s girlfriends. Sometimes.)

Emma raises an eyebrow as she sips her too-hot coffee. “I hope you have a very good reason for dragging me out here,” she says, voice scratchy from exhaustion. “What is it this time? You want me to meet your grandparents again?”