phantasmalrift | 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 (

azazelbunny) for a prompt!]

Threaded | Flat

[Mercy may well have noticed the tall, thin man around the station itself - including catching him snoozing openly in the common room some evenings.

This time he's awake, and puttering around the magic-related shelves in the library, though he doesn't seem to have picked up any books. He's also wearing black skinny jeans and a black shirt that says MY FEET ARE DOWN HERE, which is almost certainly Fissure-wear.

I mean, probably.

He gives her a casual little wave before pulling a copy of something called Runic Structures and You off the shelf.]

Evening.

Oh good, I've caught you.

[It's late in the afternoon, which translates to very early by Jetshard's standards, but she's starting to feel that if she continues to let the difference in schedules get in the way of introductions it's going to feel like she's avoiding the new doctor, which is... not the most professional look, she feels.

Granted, her personal standards of "professional look" are somewhat less uniform than Mercy's are, but aside from the fact that she's clearly given up on the battle to find shades of black that match, her outfit's tidy enough for someone who's spent much more time in the infirmaries of smugglers' vessels than legitimate hospitals over the past few decades. And it's silly - she knows by now that blood color means nothing to humans - but she's opted for the blue-tinted glasses that make her eyes look distinctly teal today.

She doesn't hesitate to come over to where Mercy is working, though she's careful not to crowd the woman's work, either.] I'm sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to introduce myself. Sawbones Jetshard. I work night shifts in here.

[Mai walks in impassively, gives a little nod of greeting, and sits down.]

Medical notes? Because not everyone is human.

Oh, ok...

[She seems to be looking around, nevertheless.]

Have you seen Strange-san anywhere, by any chance?

25th, Library

April 22, medbay

23rd, medbay

30th; medbay