Arkham Unhinged

Caroline ducks into the tunnels leading to the Penitentiary, stack of papers tucked under an arm. She's got a folder of stuff for one of the... patients? to fill out. Are people enjoying a stay in Arkham patients or inmates? It should be the former, but given that she's going to the "penitentiary" building... Well.

Anyway. Whatever the case, she's been directed to take these forms to a uh, resident and help them fill them out. Whoever this is apparently isn't allowed to use pens or pencils, but that's just Caroline guessing from her instructions. The higher ups sure as hell don't tell her things like that. Things that might be uhh, important. And you know? Caroline's pretty sure they don't ban Benny with the bad depression from having pens (though you can never really tell with Arkham). So this'll be a fun trip.

It's kind of a hike to get there from the Mansion, but the tunnels help a little. She really doesn't understand why she so rarely sees anybody else down here. They're convenient. And lowkey kind of creepy when no one else is in them. ...Huh. Maybe that's why. Up some stairs and here she is. And... no map. Goddammit. She'll actually have to flag somebody down and ask them, and that's always a crapshoot.

Fortunately, her first try pays off. A decently nice guard gives her directions and no bullshit, and he even threw in a tip about the back hallways so she doesn't have to awkwardly walk through the cell blocks. Thank god. Caroline had not been looking forward to that.

Here it is. Interview room two. It's got one of those one-way mirrors like a police department interrogation room, so she can see she's the first to arrive. That's fine. She steps in and takes the seat closest to the door. Some instincts are hard to break, even if that means whoever she's helping has to be led past her. Hopefully that'll be soon. Caroline's not really into drawn out suspense.

Caroline heads down into the tunnels toward the Penitentiary. This time her armload of papers are actually for a patient. Or inmate. She's not actually sure which is accurate for Arkham residents. Either way, she was given a set of forms and told she'd be helping someone fill them out. Someone who is apparently not allowed to have a pen or pencil. And she only knows that because she guessed. Telling her who she'd be working with is apparently too difficult.

It's kind of a hike from the Mansion, but she makes good time. She almost never sees anybody else down in the tunnels, which strikes her as odd. Whatever. Back up the stairs, and... damn, there's no map. She'll actually have to ask somebody. Fortunately she finds a guard of some sort pretty quickly, and he actually points her in the right direction without being an asshole. That's not a guarantee in this place. He was even nice enough to tell her how to get to the interview rooms through the back halls. She hadn't been looking forward to walking through any of the cell blocks.

And... here. Interview room two. There's a one-way mirror like in a police department, so Caroline can see that it's empty. That's fine with her. She steps in and takes the seat closer to the door, thank you very much, even though that means whoever she's helping will be led past her when they get here. Which will hopefully be soon. She's not really in the mood for drawn out suspense.

Caroline hurries through the tunnels toward the Medical Facility with an armload of papers. She's supposed to be bringing a Doctor... Bradley? a bunch of paperwork and then dropping some more off in Intensive Treatment. At least they let her use the tunnels. It's raining today.

Honestly, she's still not entirely sure how she landed this job. You'd think they'd be careful about who they let work in a place like this, but uh. Guess not. Caroline is definitely qualified to do dumb boring paperwork things, but she'd expected a background check or something. Well, whatever. If they don't care that the basically has no background, she's certainly not going to bring it up.

She finally hits the Medical end of the tunnel and climbs the stairs up into the facility proper. Fortunately, just about all the buildings have hospital-style maps scattered around in the public areas. She leans in and squints. Aha. Private therapy rooms and doctors' offices are on the second floor. The note from Dr. Bradley mentioned getting his paperwork between sessions. Hopefully he doesn't need her to do anything else. Caroline ducks back into the stairwell and climbs up to the second floor. From there, it's easy enough to find the right block of offices. She passes a couple of orderlies and one of those upright gurney things (Caroline's sure they have a name, but she has no idea what it is) on the way to the right office. Must be somebody fairly high security up here somewhere. Well, whatever. Caroline knocks on Dr. Bradley's door and waits.