IC INBOX (EL NYSA)

[valcurie]

 

Mercy here. If you need me, just say! No need to ask for special sausages, I'll gladly watch over you."

--Beep

 

 

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text - j.watson,

[enarms]

Hi Angela, it's John. I've been in touch with Alan Foster, he says he's comfortable with labwork and suggests Simwe Institute as a location. I haven't been but we can take a look, and he's certainly efficient, I trust his judgement. Let me know what you think.

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[valcurie]

If he has a solid background in chemistry and you trust his character, that's enough for me for the time being. I would like to take a look at the Institution! Normally I would leave the location up to the digression of the project head, but I would like to see what this Institution is about and look into its reputation. Make sure its funding and access do not come with political strings attached.

( Someone is a bit wary of those these days. A few minutes later she adds: )

How do you feel about magic also being researched there?

[enarms]

If anything, I think it might be useful. Especially if they'll allow us some insight.

[valcurie]

Would you be interested in learning any?

[enarms]

Somebody else asked me that recently. I didn't think it was possible.

[ what happens when your magic knowledge comes from fairytales & snippets of pop cultural phenomenon HP ]

Theoretically I suppose so

[valcurie]

Now, this is a very serious question, so I want you to consider your answer carefully.

Would that make you a wizard, a sorcerer, or something else?

voice; un: theEND

[winddaughter]

[Her voice is very quiet--it's impressive the sound carries at all.] Ah, hello... I'm sorry if this is... sudden. It's just, I saw a comment you sent to someone on the network... about how you were a doctor? I haven't really seen any of the locals doctors. I....

[This is harder than she thought it might be. She usually only uses text for that reason, but she kept deleting everything she wanted to send.]

I don't know if anyone can really help me here. I guess it's... kind of a chronic problem... [She trails off, suddenly regretting that she did this at all.]

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[valcurie]

( Hearing the hesitation and the waning confidence the potential break-off, Mercy's first reaction is to rush quickly and tell her to please, wait, tell me what it is you need so that I may help you.. But she's a professional and she's dealt with patients like this before. No need to cause stress when there is already uncertainty.

So, when she speaks, it's with a calm and level tone, meant more to steady than to ease or soothe. She'd used a name if she were given one. )

Hello there. I am a doctor, and a real one at that! I am very glad that you came to me instead one of these quacks plying their barbaric version of medical aid.

Would you be able to describe your condition a bit? I probably can't give you a diagnosis without a proper consultation, but I may be able to determine if it's something I'm qualified to help you with. And even if I'm not, I will do my best to get you the help you need.

[winddaughter]

[This might be the hardest thing she's ever had to do. She wishes Dominic was here, not just for support. He might be able to talk about this in ways she couldn't. She may want to dream that the problem would go away, but she doesn't have that confidence. And if it hits her again, she doesn't know what she would do, other than to perhaps call Jane.

She was there the last time Anemone's head had been too much to handle.]

...It's hard to explain. I don't... know a lot about it myself. [And the details behind most of it are unlikely to leave her lips.] I get severe, debilitating headaches. Back home my nose would bleed but... that hasn't happened here, yet.

[There's a long pause, like she's fighting with herself to decide if the last bit is important or not.]

And I... zone out. Sometimes for awhile. I lose track.

...Nothing has been too bad here but I... worry. If it happens, I don't have anyone. They gave me injections at home [which had awful side effects, but the pain went away] but I don't know what it was made out of.

[valcurie]

All right, well first of all, if you ever need immediate attention, you can certainly contact me anytime. I have a lot of experience with emergency response.

( After that a pause as she considers. No nosebleeds yet? So that may or may not be a symptom she can take as a clue. For the moment she needs a bit more information. )

Have you ever noticed a pattern to the times when you lose time like this?

And if possible, is there anything else you can tell me about these injections? Do you know why there given to you? Was it to help your headaches?

[winddaughter]

O-Okay... [That's reassuring. She doesn't want to be a bother to anyone, terrified or not.

Her responses are consistently slow. She's both out of her depth and has far too many trust issues to count--especially with doctors.]

I haven't. It's only happened once since we arrived on the Station; I was... with someone. He didn't make it seem like it was for very long. I don't know if anything triggered it though.

[And then she clams up. She understands the basic concept of a doctor, sure. They can't help you if you don't tell them everything. But--but...

She doesn't want anyone to know.]

They made the pain go away. Sharpened my focus, gave me a clear head.

[valcurie]

( slow going it can be. she has the patience and self-restraint it takes to deal with the more nervous patients from decades of doing her job. it's important for a professional to not get ahead of herself. )

All right, so you don't know yet.

( she's stating it just in case there might be any more information she chooses to add. )

So it was some kind of medicine? If on'y they'd brought our medical records. ( a pause as she considers. ) If they were medicine, it's hard to say if I can do anything that might be able to help, but I can offer some treatment that should at least reduce your physical ailments. Are you familiar with biotics?

text; un: wellsuited

[ofobedience]

[It's been a little while, and more than anything what he wants to to is forget the whole interlude, turn his back on her entirely, maintain a facade of cold indifference. But what she'd said, about caring-- it gets under his skin, spreads like slow poison through his blood.

Ludicrous as he believes it to be, it still tugs at him. Something no-one has ever said to him... and, well. A man dying of thirst craves water, does he not?]

Dr. Ziegler. I owe you an apology for my behaviour, the last time we spoke.

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[valcurie]

( She couldn't be more glad to receive this text, that have it be that he is the one actually reaching out to her after how much she'd upset him. She does have some hesitation, of course, given the regrets she has over her own conduct but, if given a second chance, she has come to decide that she wouldn't change what she did or said. Maybe just been a bit more elegant about it.

Her response is quick. )

Thank you, Giovanni.

I apologise if I upset you. However, Wärme bringt Leben, Kälte Tod. I think it was something you needed to hear. I won't take it back.

[ofobedience]

[He still doesn't quite understand why he's doing this, doesn't have the social tools at his disposal to properly identify his feelings, only knows that - despite what he sees as her strangeness, her difference from anything he's ever known - there's a familiarity here. There's something.

And so he continues on, despite that even these words of hers confound him.]

I wasn't upset. I was confused. Du kennst mich nicht. There's very little that I need.

[Lies and half-truths, but it's not something he knows how to deal with, and so here we aer.]

[valcurie]

( You don't know me. It feels more like an accusation than anything. Something that she's been told before--but t at least it doesn't hurt as much this time. She's got a cooler head, and they do say that those prevail.

Instead of trying to wrangle some kind of existential truths into him, she adjusts her course. )

Do I make you feel obliged?

[ofobedience]

[Although the way he means it is less accusation and more assertion-- he's something different, something other, doesn't fit into the world as she seems to know it because he is a thing created and meant only for war. A tool to be used, a weapon held in someone else's (six-fingered) hand. Care and compassion, these are not things he ought to need. Something he tells himself with frequency despite the empty ache in him that has been there since that awful day when he and his 'siblings' had been forced to tear each other apart. Since Heine had abandoned him there in that facility, buried beneath a pile of corpses.

But there's the question. A question he doesn't, again, rightly know how to answer. And so he sidesteps it.]

I merely wanted to apologise because my response to your previous questions lacked manners.

[valcurie]

( He can dance all he likes, she's a persistent women whom both admirers and detractors have called stubborn. But she can be elegant, too, able to work fluidly with the means to find the solution she desires.

She'll give it a bit more time, then. He is worth the patience. )

Well, I am glad that you cared enough to try to make amends. I appreciate it.

But, you don't owe me an apology, Giovanni. I don't mind seeing your emotions. I am, after all, a doctor; I am used to being treated all kinds of ways.

text | foster | encrypted

[beknight]

Dr. Ziegler. I need to run something by you.

[valcurie]

What's on your mind?

[beknight]

[ There's a download attached: an app which alerts those within a radius to a medical emergency. ]

This is in beta testing.

[valcurie]

( she downloads it, and tinkers with it a bit. )

Is this yours? It's good work.

[beknight]

It is.

It'll be ready soon. In the meantime, any feedback is appreciated.

text; un: theEND

[winddaughter]

Sorry it took some time to get back to you [procrastination at its best] Rhys gets out of work after 7pm. I know you said evenings were good but I don't know if that's too late.

text; un: RHYS-W1NZ | shortly after gas bombing

[rhygret]

You okay?? I need some help, I found someone who's been gassed and I don't know what I should do she seems okay but she's really dizzy and you're a doctor so what should I do?

[ aka HI MERCY, IT'S BEEN A WHILE... ]