Inara Serraonly_fellDecember 22 2009, 05:38:28 UTC
[Inara shows up to her appointment alone this time. She is shown to a waiting room where she settles into the chair with a book and waits. She's not in a particular hurry to see Dr. Chase, although it's nothing to do with him. It's more of a reflection of the dread she's feeling. She knew this day would come; even before her arrival in the city. Medication was always going to be a stop gap. Although she had hoped that somehow the City would make her disease null and void but she knew it was unrealistic to think so. Honestly, nausea isn't even the first sign of the cancer's return. She's been losing weight and battling with fatigue as well not to mention the bruising]
Inara SerraworksmartDecember 22 2009, 22:59:18 UTC
[The hospital's clinic is busy today, full of people getting their last minute prescription requests in and praying someone's come up with a cure for the common cold before Christmas. Patients sit with tissues and bags bursting with seasonal shopping, waiting to bore their doctor to tears with trivialities. At least that's how it feels for Chase by this point in the day. And now he's working through his lunch, although admittedly it's a time he scheduled himself and only because the case sounds interesting. Or, it sounds like House should find it interesting. What else is he going to get his boss for the holidays? If it can improve the quality of hers, too, so much the better.
A few minutes after the last patient evacuates exam room three, Chase pokes his own head out, looking around the mass waiting for medical attention.]
Inara SerraworksmartDecember 22 2009, 23:32:28 UTC
[He nods, stepping back to hold the door open for her.]
One of the pitfalls of the job, I'm always meeting people at a bad time. If you'd like to come on through? You can take a seat in the chair or on the bed, whichever's most comfortable.
i have no solution to the sound of this pollution in me (backdated to early tuesday morning)aregulargirlFebruary 19 2010, 01:00:04 UTC
Max is a little bit early to the appointment she made with Dr. Chase yesterday, partly because she couldn't sleep anyway and partly because she wants to get this bitch over with as soon as is possible. She's waiting in the lobby, pacing instead of sitting.
Her hands are covered with a pair of black leather gloves (it's possible that they're not real leather, but Max doesn't really care whether or not they are as long as they're thick enough to protect people from whatever she's got) and shoved into the back pockets of her jeans. Her eyes dart around nervously as she waits for him to show up.
i have no solution to the sound of this pollution in meworksmartFebruary 20 2010, 03:05:12 UTC
Contrary to his occasional complaints, Chase doesn't have much of a problem keeping appointments with early mornings. He's arranged to meet with Max a full hour before he's due on shift in any official capacity - enough time to get an idea of what needs doing, if not to have it all done - and he arrives no more than a minute either side of the time they'd agreed. It seems like a safe bet that no one else would be haunting the hospital entrance this early.
"Max?"
There's nothing unusual looking about her at first glance, something he could have guessed from her reticence to talk about her genetic origins. If it's a secret, she can pass. However little that means in a city where your neighbour is as likely to have green skin as white, it's obviously important to her.
He stops a few feet shy of her, hands adjusting the strap of his messenger bag to stop himself doing something stupid, like holding one out to shake.
i have no solution to the sound of this pollution in mearegulargirlFebruary 20 2010, 03:33:32 UTC
She hears him coming up to her long before an ordinary human would, but doesn't know that he's the doctor she's made an appointment with until he addresses her by name. When he does, Max stops her pacing and turns around to face him, giving him a brief, tense smile.
"Yeah, that's me. And no. Only about ten minutes, but that's my own fault."
She's been let in on the fact that things like superpowers don't necessarily need to be kept a secret in this place, but she still wants it to remain one. Partially because she doesn't want to be looked at differently and partially because she's so used to keeping it hidden. And up until four months ago when she'd gotten recaptured by Manticore, it had been working out pretty well for her, so she figures why fix what's not (quite) broken?
i have no solution to the sound of this pollution in meworksmartFebruary 20 2010, 03:55:21 UTC
"Good," he nods, offering her a smile with enough reassurance to contrast the tension written across hers, "You're probably going to have enough time to get bored later. Any magazines worth borrowing?"
A nod of his head indicates the offerings laid out for visitors and patients, mostly dog-eared women's glossies, but a quick flick through the nearest pile brings up something with a picture of a motorbike on the front that he raises an eyebrow at and tucks under his arm.
"I've booked you into one of the clean rooms. Seemed like the safest bet." Here the clean rooms also count as isolation rooms, though he doesn't lay that out on the table in such flat terms. Unknown viruses and wards full of sick people don't mix, whether she's been infectious to date or not. He heads towards the main flight of stairs, checking over her shoulder to see she's with him. "Come on, we'll get you settled."
*enter poetically relevant lyrics here*gotanotherplanMarch 13 2010, 23:19:15 UTC
[After an endless string of arguing with Dean during the time it took to walk from the car into the clinic (Mostly having to do with "Okay, damn just go, I can WALK." and "We should just tell them it was a bear. What? I could've survived a bear attack.") they finally seemed to have gotten their act together and agreed to act like civilized adults. Just in time to tell the nurse at the desk why she was there. Well, sort of. Being in pain, like for most people, only served to make Jo a little more sarcastic and short-tempered, and after trying to explain that her whole body hurt in a way that made her want to scream and cry she choose to sit in one of the chairs off to the side of the waiting room so she could grumble at Dean without disturbing anyone.]
This doctor better not run any tests or ask a million questions or anything. I just wanna be in and out. Write me a drug ticket and let me go on my way. I can't-- [Aghh, heels dug into the thin carpet and her hands clenched into too-tight fists as another shill wave of pain hit her, and
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Re: *enter poetically relevant lyrics here*dude_imbatmanMarch 14 2010, 00:05:11 UTC
[Dean was doing his duty as friend and mother hen sitting next to her listening to her bitch. However unlike most mother hens, Dean bitches back]
Jesus Christ on a stick, I swear I'm gonna knock you unconscious again. Girl or not. He's probably going to ask questions. Answer them. With the truth.
[Why yes they do sound like small children but when the wave of pain hits her, Dean grabs her hand and squeezes hard not hard enough to break things but hard enough to divide her attention.] It's like Hell. They feed off your pain.
[He might be being sarcastic and dead pan but he does look up at the admitting desk.]
i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of mineworksmartMarch 18 2010, 00:49:15 UTC
[Clinic duty. You come to a parallel dimension full of aliens and wizards, you start to expect something a little more interesting than the standard procession of work-shirkers with head colds. What you actually get are aliens and wizards... with head colds. Chase is showing his third case of sniffles the door, looking around the waiting room to see if he can pick his next patient without looking at the file.
One guy, green, looks like a gill-breather from some world where the evolution from fish didn't quite take. A familiar looking face (these days Chase is more used to seeing it with a rainbow mohawk, but he remembers at least two other versions with less colourful tendencies) and his -- girlfriend? Probably. She's the patient. Teeth tight to grit back the pain, and Chase thinks he remembers her from a dark arrival video on the network. And a little girl with bunny ears and a tissue pressed to her reddened nose. Yeah, that one will be his. He's still looking her way when he collects the next case from the duty nurse.]Ms...
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i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of minegotanotherplanMarch 18 2010, 01:15:11 UTC
Right here. Sup? [Her expression is still tight, but now she's forcibly pretending there's totallynothingwrong! Since he's called attention to her and she doesn't want to look like a wimp in front of everyone. ...Yes, their opinions mattered. Kind of. Either way, she stood up quickly, stepping away from the chair, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The pain has dulled down since the last burst, but she doesn't want the next one to catch her while she's walking to the exam room. Curling up in a ball on the floor of a clinic doesn't sound too appealing at all. If nothing else though, Dr. Australian Dream-Boat was distracting enough to just look at, to keep her mind off of the pain that seemed to run through her blood at this point.
... Did she really just think that? Dream Boat? Damn. She must've been really sick. That was it. Definitely.]
Where're we headed?
[It's okie!! No rush, I've been kinda ..reallyreally slow with tagging anyway, heh.]
things I don't understandtreadingdawnApril 8 2010, 07:41:45 UTC
Sometime in the day finds a dark haired teenager propped up against the door frame to a certain Australian doctor's office, if he still has one of those in this hospital. He is unmistakably of the Telmarine variety, bearing a darker complexion and clothing more relevant to a faire than what his English doppleganger would wear. The expression on his face isn't troubled necessarily but it isn't particularly amused either, which only means Caspian did not come to Chase with mischief in mind. Not today anyway.
He isn't here to punch Chase either, in case that's still of any concern.
things I don't understandworksmartApril 9 2010, 03:55:17 UTC
Chase has his own office in this hospital, although it's not a glass walled spectacle like Diagnostics. This is just a small room with a desk and computer, whiteboard on the wall used for charting rather than symptom checklists. It's a room for catching up on paperwork, which is why Chase prefers to be on the wards or in the exam rooms for as much of his day as possible.
Some things are unavoidable, however, and paperwork in a hospital is one of them. It's with a fresh sheaf under his arm that Chase meets Caspian at the door.
things I don't understandtreadingdawnApril 9 2010, 04:18:50 UTC
Well. Caspian looks left, then he looks right, and finally he raps his knuckles on the door before greeting Chase with a pleased expression. It's not quite a smile but neither is it sly...for the most part.
"There. But now will you be telling me I was to make an appointment to see you first?"
It's a joke of course, er, that is unless Caspian really was supposed to make arrangements prior to seeing Chase. Whoever heard of the king having to make time for the doctor? Honestly.
things I don't understandworksmartApril 9 2010, 05:00:35 UTC
"Would have got you more time."
Unless you want to retain him as the royal physician, Caspian, his appointments are the more valuable. He curls a palm, beckoning the boy in after him as he backs toward the desk and deposits that afternoon's workload. A quick scan of Caspian's features and general demeanour suggest that at least they won't be needing the ER for this one.
renew your wishes get on out of this fray / you'll never change if you keep running awayfatespokenMay 17 2010, 22:11:28 UTC
What Amory assumed was over and done with was, in fact, a continuum for the entire weekend. A single weekend, he hoped. What was his luck to have stumbled into both Eden and Caspian on a single weekend? How often did that happen? It was a destiny mapped out by the powers of the City, obviously-- there would be no point to the curse if he didn't have certain acquaintances to confide in.
At least the beach was a scene of solitude this early in the morning. Having encountered Caspian at the stables required an extra round with the Hanoverian Bay he usually picked as his steed. There was something in the rush of a horse at full run, wind encapsulating both rider and animal in temporary hiatus from the world. Amory often found that the wind carried his thoughts away with it, at least for a moment. But with all this going on about running and horses, Amory is neither running nor atop the horse. He's leading the stallion by the reigns, walking a moderate pace side by side vertically down the shore.
renew your wishes get on out of this fray / you'll never change if you keep running awayworksmartMay 17 2010, 22:40:56 UTC
The quiet is one factor in Chase picking the long stretch of clear sand on this side of the city to take the semi-regular runs he keeps up between long shifts and days spent asleep to compensate. For someone with a talent for sleeping many cats would envy, the weekend and days before it have been one long weary hike, too full of worry and agitation for anything more than fitful naps. Yesterday saw him sleeping like the dead himself, waking achy and leaden with a bodily requirement filled but the lingering feeling of not having rested at all
( ... )
renew your wishes get on out of this fray / you'll never change if you keep running awayfatespokenMay 18 2010, 03:08:53 UTC
Amory has yet to notice Chase either, not for now, with his attention is situated on the perimeter around him and the four-legged one. There's a foreign display of affection for the animal; hands twined in the coarse, dark strands of its mane, a soft pat of assurance to the animal's long neck. Animals were unlike humans in that their return far outweighed their expectations. People demanded things, self-righteous decriers and whimpering fools that made up the collective miasma of whine and want. An animal needed little besides food, shelter, and some affection-- an easy payment for what they gave back, dog or steed. Clearly, Amory would eventually become one of those graying elderly with their houses full of cats
( ... )
renew your wishes get on out of this fray / you'll never change if you keep running awayworksmartMay 18 2010, 04:35:19 UTC
Probably some kind of building work, just off the beach. Construction isn't a regular feature in the City, unlike back home where you couldn't go too blocks without ducking around a crane, but new structures do go up. Some of them don't even do it magically overnight. Still, the noise startles Chase, too, particularly when a look in that direction finds the outline of a horse and dismounted rider as the improbable source
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A few minutes after the last patient evacuates exam room three, Chase pokes his own head out, looking around the mass waiting for medical attention.]
Ms Serra?
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Dr. Chase. It's nice to see you. I wish it were in more pleasant circumstances.
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One of the pitfalls of the job, I'm always meeting people at a bad time. If you'd like to come on through? You can take a seat in the chair or on the bed, whichever's most comfortable.
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Her hands are covered with a pair of black leather gloves (it's possible that they're not real leather, but Max doesn't really care whether or not they are as long as they're thick enough to protect people from whatever she's got) and shoved into the back pockets of her jeans. Her eyes dart around nervously as she waits for him to show up.
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"Max?"
There's nothing unusual looking about her at first glance, something he could have guessed from her reticence to talk about her genetic origins. If it's a secret, she can pass. However little that means in a city where your neighbour is as likely to have green skin as white, it's obviously important to her.
He stops a few feet shy of her, hands adjusting the strap of his messenger bag to stop himself doing something stupid, like holding one out to shake.
"I'm Doctor Chase. Been waiting long?"
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"Yeah, that's me. And no. Only about ten minutes, but that's my own fault."
She's been let in on the fact that things like superpowers don't necessarily need to be kept a secret in this place, but she still wants it to remain one. Partially because she doesn't want to be looked at differently and partially because she's so used to keeping it hidden. And up until four months ago when she'd gotten recaptured by Manticore, it had been working out pretty well for her, so she figures why fix what's not (quite) broken?
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A nod of his head indicates the offerings laid out for visitors and patients, mostly dog-eared women's glossies, but a quick flick through the nearest pile brings up something with a picture of a motorbike on the front that he raises an eyebrow at and tucks under his arm.
"I've booked you into one of the clean rooms. Seemed like the safest bet." Here the clean rooms also count as isolation rooms, though he doesn't lay that out on the table in such flat terms. Unknown viruses and wards full of sick people don't mix, whether she's been infectious to date or not. He heads towards the main flight of stairs, checking over her shoulder to see she's with him. "Come on, we'll get you settled."
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This doctor better not run any tests or ask a million questions or anything. I just wanna be in and out. Write me a drug ticket and let me go on my way. I can't-- [Aghh, heels dug into the thin carpet and her hands clenched into too-tight fists as another shill wave of pain hit her, and ( ... )
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Jesus Christ on a stick, I swear I'm gonna knock you unconscious again. Girl or not. He's probably going to ask questions. Answer them. With the truth.
[Why yes they do sound like small children but when the wave of pain hits her, Dean grabs her hand and squeezes hard not hard enough to break things but hard enough to divide her attention.] It's like Hell. They feed off your pain.
[He might be being sarcastic and dead pan but he does look up at the admitting desk.]
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One guy, green, looks like a gill-breather from some world where the evolution from fish didn't quite take. A familiar looking face (these days Chase is more used to seeing it with a rainbow mohawk, but he remembers at least two other versions with less colourful tendencies) and his -- girlfriend? Probably. She's the patient. Teeth tight to grit back the pain, and Chase thinks he remembers her from a dark arrival video on the network. And a little girl with bunny ears and a tissue pressed to her reddened nose. Yeah, that one will be his. He's still looking her way when he collects the next case from the duty nurse.]Ms... ( ... )
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... Did she really just think that? Dream Boat? Damn. She must've been really sick. That was it. Definitely.]
Where're we headed?
[It's okie!! No rush, I've been kinda ..reallyreally slow with tagging anyway, heh.]
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He isn't here to punch Chase either, in case that's still of any concern.
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Some things are unavoidable, however, and paperwork in a hospital is one of them. It's with a fresh sheaf under his arm that Chase meets Caspian at the door.
"Were you going to knock?"
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"There. But now will you be telling me I was to make an appointment to see you first?"
It's a joke of course, er, that is unless Caspian really was supposed to make arrangements prior to seeing Chase. Whoever heard of the king having to make time for the doctor? Honestly.
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Unless you want to retain him as the royal physician, Caspian, his appointments are the more valuable. He curls a palm, beckoning the boy in after him as he backs toward the desk and deposits that afternoon's workload. A quick scan of Caspian's features and general demeanour suggest that at least they won't be needing the ER for this one.
"What did you need?"
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At least the beach was a scene of solitude this early in the morning. Having encountered Caspian at the stables required an extra round with the Hanoverian Bay he usually picked as his steed. There was something in the rush of a horse at full run, wind encapsulating both rider and animal in temporary hiatus from the world. Amory often found that the wind carried his thoughts away with it, at least for a moment. But with all this going on about running and horses, Amory is neither running nor atop the horse. He's leading the stallion by the reigns, walking a moderate pace side by side vertically down the shore.
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