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phantasmalrift2018-05-04 04:54 pm
caduceusoncall) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-05-04 04:54 pm
Shine on forever, shine on benevolent sun...
Who: Mercy (caduceusoncall) and OPEN!
What: Research, exploration, and the rarest of rare situations: relaxing!
When: IC dates April 22nd-30th
Where: All around the station and annex!
Warnings: Medical talk may come up!
All days: Station
[It doesn't take Angela long to settle into an "on duty" vibe. It's probably getting to be common knowledge that you can call her Mercy or Angela, since she's informed everyone she knows of her on-duty name and introduced herself to new people as "Angela. Mercy, if you prefer." So feel free to call her one, the other, both, neither - whatever strikes your fancy.]
[In the mornings, starting promptly at 8am, the door to room 17 slides open and remains that way until she leaves for the medical bay. Anyone passing by will notice that the apartment is remarkably clean and organized, except for the desk, which is covered in stacks of books. The woman inside is dressed in a lab coat, sometimes with casual clothing underneath and sometimes with a wingless Valykrie suit. It seems the open door is an invite to bother her with any questions, concerns, or problems you may have, as she's just milling about over books and notes and exploring the functions of the computer otherwise.]
[You can find her every afternoon in the medical bay, seated at a small desk, furiously taking notes from a stack of what appear to be medical and magical textbooks. She may seem totally engrossed, but anyone entering the med bay receives a similar pitch, shot over her shoulder without looking: "I will be with you shortly. Have a seat, unless it is urgent."]
22nd-24th: Station
[During the evenings, she can be found in the common room, reviewing her notes over a cup of black coffee. She smiles politely at anyone who passes close enough, looking equal parts tired and content. If she's in a hurry to leave this world and go home, she certainly doesn't show it.]
25-27th: Annex
[Certain evenings, instead of returning to the common room, Mercy heads out to the annex. She focuses her time in the library, becoming very well acquainted with the material there. If she's not among the shelves, she's in the center room lounge area with a stack of books at her side. She keeps taking out about 5 at a time, furiously transcribing the pertinent passages and taking notes, and then going back for another 5. Somebody explain the concept of a break to this woman, please.]
28th: Station
[Those late nights seem to have gotten to the good doctor, because she finally takes the evening of the 28th to just sit outside on the viewing deck and relax. No books, no lab coat, no notes. Just Angela Ziegler - Mercy, if you prefer - in a deck chair, eyes half-lidded as she stares out at the setting sun.]
[Disturb her > y/n?]
29th-30th: Wildcard
[The rest of the evenings, it's a crapshoot as to where you'll find her. Anywhere on the station or the annex is fair game. Her schedule is rigid during the daytime, but when the sun begins to set it seems she's just prone to wandering around and settling in various places. Just specify where you found her and when, or shoot me a pm here or on plurk (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
azazelbunny) for a prompt!]
caduceusoncall) and OPEN!What: Research, exploration, and the rarest of rare situations: relaxing!
When: IC dates April 22nd-30th
Where: All around the station and annex!
Warnings: Medical talk may come up!
All days: Station
[It doesn't take Angela long to settle into an "on duty" vibe. It's probably getting to be common knowledge that you can call her Mercy or Angela, since she's informed everyone she knows of her on-duty name and introduced herself to new people as "Angela. Mercy, if you prefer." So feel free to call her one, the other, both, neither - whatever strikes your fancy.]
[In the mornings, starting promptly at 8am, the door to room 17 slides open and remains that way until she leaves for the medical bay. Anyone passing by will notice that the apartment is remarkably clean and organized, except for the desk, which is covered in stacks of books. The woman inside is dressed in a lab coat, sometimes with casual clothing underneath and sometimes with a wingless Valykrie suit. It seems the open door is an invite to bother her with any questions, concerns, or problems you may have, as she's just milling about over books and notes and exploring the functions of the computer otherwise.]
[You can find her every afternoon in the medical bay, seated at a small desk, furiously taking notes from a stack of what appear to be medical and magical textbooks. She may seem totally engrossed, but anyone entering the med bay receives a similar pitch, shot over her shoulder without looking: "I will be with you shortly. Have a seat, unless it is urgent."]
22nd-24th: Station
[During the evenings, she can be found in the common room, reviewing her notes over a cup of black coffee. She smiles politely at anyone who passes close enough, looking equal parts tired and content. If she's in a hurry to leave this world and go home, she certainly doesn't show it.]
25-27th: Annex
[Certain evenings, instead of returning to the common room, Mercy heads out to the annex. She focuses her time in the library, becoming very well acquainted with the material there. If she's not among the shelves, she's in the center room lounge area with a stack of books at her side. She keeps taking out about 5 at a time, furiously transcribing the pertinent passages and taking notes, and then going back for another 5. Somebody explain the concept of a break to this woman, please.]
28th: Station
[Those late nights seem to have gotten to the good doctor, because she finally takes the evening of the 28th to just sit outside on the viewing deck and relax. No books, no lab coat, no notes. Just Angela Ziegler - Mercy, if you prefer - in a deck chair, eyes half-lidded as she stares out at the setting sun.]
[Disturb her > y/n?]
29th-30th: Wildcard
[The rest of the evenings, it's a crapshoot as to where you'll find her. Anywhere on the station or the annex is fair game. Her schedule is rigid during the daytime, but when the sun begins to set it seems she's just prone to wandering around and settling in various places. Just specify where you found her and when, or shoot me a pm here or on plurk (
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[A pause. Is it too self indulgent to talk about how she's doing in that field? Maybe, but voicing it aloud helps cement her progress in some ways.]
As I mentioned, my current focus is in modifying my staff. My understanding so far is that magic is a manifestation of intent and therefor combining it with the technology already in place should be a matter of understanding and focus.
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[She's not against people just popping in to say hi or explore, but if there is something medically wrong she'd also like to know.]
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Oh thank goodness, I thought it was the plague or some such illness.
[She smiles reassuringly.]
I work extensively with nanomachines, particular medical ones. My staff uses nanomachines to repair damaged tissue and accelerate the healing of broken bones and illness - I suspect it is similar to what is inside of you, though they are by no means strong enough to reverse death. I will be sure to make a note of it so that Strange is aware.
There are others with this modification, you said?
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[If she seems taken aback, it's because she is. How odd, that so many people would be drawn in from the same world all at once.]
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[It doesn't sound like a willing modification. This unsettles her deeply.]
Before everything started?
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Was murder really so common on this world that you had to keep tally of how long you went without it?
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...Maybe not unique. Since there were four groups of us. And now the mall group in this station.
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[A hand goes to Mai's scarred throat.]
It really was televised. But as part of Airlocked!, an experiment with secret new technology that took people from alternate worlds, digitized their minds to live in simulations after death, and repaired their bodies after the trials. It was filmed and sold to aliens as fiction. Four groups went through this. Then they captured the survivors. Season five.
But they saved us in the end.
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[She doesn't know what to say. She's horrified. What kind of world...? What kind of monsters...?]
[Angela swallows hard and tries to compose herself. It's literally inconceivable to her.]
If there's anything I can do...
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We're recovering. She won't hurt anyone anymore. There's another group here that went through something similar. A different mastermind and a different goal. And they made it out, too.
...Thank you. It's still strange. Talking about this to people. Sorry.
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You are exceedingly brave, both to have survived and to be able to talk about it.
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Thank you. ...Difficult. But it's common knowledge there now. I'm used to it. You're right. The robots... Nice. If strange. But we're strange, too.
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