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Savior, Doctor. I seem to specifically remember slippin' ya a note bout our supply of apples needin' to be replenished 3 days ago. We're out.
@the-goodnurse
*S was sat at his desk, turned around and watching the cameras seated behind himself, he almost deflated. He reaches up, adjusting his mask for a second before turning around. A small bottle besides the cameras, a type of meal replacement, as well as a small pile of napkins.. how'd he make a mess with a drink meal replacement??*
"Nurse." *He sighs as he turned around, letting his arms rest on the armrests, crossing one leg over the other.*
"Why would I bother myself with.. replenishing your apple supply? I am not your errand boy. I am your superior."
Cus, if ya haven't noticed, I'm the one runnin' this here infirmary and if ya want yer lil experiments to continue I suggest you please the lady who's takin' care of yer test subjects, Doctor
I will have you become red slurry in a barrel. *He stands up, his eyes.. entertained. Something other than the passive boredom that always stains them.*
I could have you become nothing more than a stain on my carpet. I please who I want, when I want. *His eyes tilt up, as if smiling. The right side not standing up as much.*
Go bother Easterman. I have no time for your pathetic, childish tantrums, Clara. Go cry at someone else, someone who has patience to deal with your incessant whining.
Savior, Doctor. I seem to specifically remember slippin' ya a note bout our supply of apples needin' to be replenished 3 days ago. We're out.
@the-goodnurse
*S was sat at his desk, turned around and watching the cameras seated behind himself, he almost deflated. He reaches up, adjusting his mask for a second before turning around. A small bottle besides the cameras, a type of meal replacement, as well as a small pile of napkins.. how'd he make a mess with a drink meal replacement??*
"Nurse." *He sighs as he turned around, letting his arms rest on the armrests, crossing one leg over the other.*
"Why would I bother myself with.. replenishing your apple supply? I am not your errand boy. I am your superior."
Cus, if ya haven't noticed, I'm the one runnin' this here infirmary and if ya want yer lil experiments to continue I suggest you please the lady who's takin' care of yer test subjects, Doctor
I will have you become red slurry in a barrel. *He stands up, his eyes.. entertained. Something other than the passive boredom that always stains them.*
I could have you become nothing more than a stain on my carpet. I please who I want, when I want. *His eyes tilt up, as if smiling. The right side not standing up as much.*
Go bother Easterman. I have no time for your pathetic, childish tantrums, Clara. Go cry at someone else, someone who has patience to deal with your incessant whining.
Savior, Doctor. I seem to specifically remember slippin' ya a note bout our supply of apples needin' to be replenished 3 days ago. We're out.
@the-goodnurse
*S was sat at his desk, turned around and watching the cameras seated behind himself, he almost deflated. He reaches up, adjusting his mask for a second before turning around. A small bottle besides the cameras, a type of meal replacement, as well as a small pile of napkins.. how'd he make a mess with a drink meal replacement??*
"Nurse." *He sighs as he turned around, letting his arms rest on the armrests, crossing one leg over the other.*
"Why would I bother myself with.. replenishing your apple supply? I am not your errand boy. I am your superior."
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Could you put in a good word with Liliya for me? She's always up my ass no matter how quick I am... Are you giving her some kind of speed stimulant shit? No human is that fast, Doctor...
@rivethead-reagent
..I am not a medical Doctor. I do not interact with Liliya, shes better to observe. Go talk to their primary doctor. @the-goodnurse
Dr. Artie knocks on the door as they open it, inviting themselves into Dr. S’s office space.
“Hate to be a bother,” Sarcastically, “But I just finished a checkup with a reagent who thinks she’s in love with Mr. Barbi. PA’s are your specialty, do I separate the reagent from any more of his trials or do I just let her fail in each one? Their grades are not up to standards…”
@his-last-resort
S's eyes don't even bother to look over. His gloved hands putting away some book, moving back to his desk. Lanky form sitting in the chair, opening a file, his eyes reading over the information quickly.
"Mrs. 0576, I am aware." He hums, grabbing his pen and scratching something onto the paper, turning to the camera's behind him and messing with the keyboard, a room popping up on the lowermost middle camera.
"Leave her. 0576 is my concern now. Close the door on your way out." He says simply, waving his hand like Dr. Artie was a fly buzzing around his ear.
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Dr. Artie knocks on the door as they open it, inviting themselves into Dr. S’s office space.
“Hate to be a bother,” Sarcastically, “But I just finished a checkup with a reagent who thinks she’s in love with Mr. Barbi. PA’s are your specialty, do I separate the reagent from any more of his trials or do I just let her fail in each one? Their grades are not up to standards…”
@his-last-resort
S's eyes don't even bother to look over. His gloved hands putting away some book, moving back to his desk. Lanky form sitting in the chair, opening a file, his eyes reading over the information quickly.
"Mrs. 0576, I am aware." He hums, grabbing his pen and scratching something onto the paper, turning to the camera's behind him and messing with the keyboard, a room popping up on the lowermost middle camera.
"Leave her. 0576 is my concern now. Close the door on your way out." He says simply, waving his hand like Dr. Artie was a fly buzzing around his ear.
Being sneaky really wasn't one of the nurse's specialities. The doctor could hear the heavy click-clack of heels against tiles, and smell a mixture of heavy perfume and coffee before he even saw Mitzi. If it could be considered as a saving grace, at least she was early today. Usually, Mitzi ran overtime in her appointments as she wanted to cause the least amount of pain possible to the PAs she treated. The lack of efficiency meant she was late. Constantly.
There were talks of reassigning her to the reagents. She was pleasant enough on the eyes and talkative. Maybe they'd have an easier time trusting her and letting things slip. Perhaps that could be explored.
"Good mornin', doctor." Her voice was as chirpy and peppy as ever. Either she liked her apron being covered in several kinds of viscera, or she was doing her darnest to ignore it. "I got those files you been requestin' annnnd a coffee. Black with a couple sugars alright with you?"
- @undergroundnightingale
S, all things considered, was still new.
He'd only been here for a year, maybe two. It was odd though, despite being here only for a short amount of time: There were things that everybody knew about him. One, He was one of the only people (If not the only person) who was truly here by choice. Everyone else? Sure, some people applied but quickly learned that they would never - ever - be allowed to leave. Others? Woke up in a unfamiliar building and would never have the option to leave.
S showed up one day, and walked around like he owned the damn place.
Everyone knew Easterman either liked him.. Or was afraid of him. The few times they were talking in the hallways, S's form never changed. Easterman? Listened. Actually listened. Made changes. If someone pissed S off enough, they became red slurry in a barrel in the desert.
Secondly, S was unaffected by everything he saw. He would look down at a cup of coffee the same way he would look at a reagent holding their own guts begging for their life. Impassive, and unimpressed.
Third, No one knew what he looked like. And he didn't have 'Friends' here. He had experiments. Subjects.
Mitzi could have tried to be his 'friend' for many reasons. Fear, most likely. Necessity, perhaps. True want? Doubtful.
His office was cold, as she walked in. The walls covered in books: Some of them in English, others in German, Russian. Some in French. Right behind him, however, was only half of a bookshelf, almost overfilling with files. She couldn't read the tabs from here. The space above, was an array of cameras. All of them, the sleep rooms the reagents were in. Views from their mirrors, TV's, their Radio. Their bedframes. The floor a black concrete, a carpet underneath his dark wooden desk. His chair a fine leather, and the walls an nonsensical pattern of white-gray across a dark gray.
His desk was tilted, just slightly. But was covered in papers, his gloves hand moving across the files, scratching something with that black pen. His orange hinted brown eyes dragged up as she walked in.
"Leave the files. The Coffee's fine." His voice was smooth, low. (Think Howl from Howl's Moving Castle.) His eyes went back down to his papers, not giving her another drop of his attention.
She didn't need to know the coffee would sit until it went cold, that it would be poured down the drain just like every other drink.
The cold reception didn't seem to bother Mitzi in the slightest. Her smile didn't waver as she did exactly as she was told: files on the desk, coffee to the side. Sure, she would have loved the chance for anything other than cold professionalism, but those responses were what she had come to expect since starting at Sinyala.
Her colleagues were cold and her patients were unpredictable at the best of times. It was a lonely existence, but Mitzi didn't outright curse it. No, this was a blessing in it's own way. Not every small-town, no-name nurse could say they were handpicked by Murkoff.
What did stop her in her tracks was the brief flicker of jealousy that overcame her when she scanned his office. The bookcase and the desk could manage with a bit of a tidy, but it was so much grander than the nurses' quarters. Mitzi had been issued a much simpler, sterile eviroment that allowed little room for personal affects. Asides from her med kit and uniforms, she only really had space for her diary, a small doll and a modest amount of cosmetics. She was especially curious about all those monitors! Barlow and her superiors had been keeping her in the dark about what the 'therapy' consisted of. Mitzi's job was to treat and not question.
She almost found herself wanting to ask S if he felt that the therapy was too harsh on the reagents,. Thankfully she caught her tongue before the words could tumble out and result in an immediate lecture. Instead, she padded back towards where she came, however turned towards S before she left completely.
"Remember to stretch your legs at some point today." She chirped, "Ain't good bein' in the dark and cold."
Her words weren't meant to be lectureous. Mitzi simply just worried about everyone else, even more than herself.
You know, having an addiction is very much not what we promote here, yes? *Despite his words, a carton of Cigarettes drops from a slight slot from S's observation deck.*
- @murkoffscientist
And who the hell d'you think y'are tryna bum me off? Sound just like the second Missus Coyle... Hated when I lit myself a stick in the home.
...I'm perfectly capable of decidin' what's good fer me, grown man, goddammit.
Being sneaky really wasn't one of the nurse's specialities. The doctor could hear the heavy click-clack of heels against tiles, and smell a mixture of heavy perfume and coffee before he even saw Mitzi. If it could be considered as a saving grace, at least she was early today. Usually, Mitzi ran overtime in her appointments as she wanted to cause the least amount of pain possible to the PAs she treated. The lack of efficiency meant she was late. Constantly.
There were talks of reassigning her to the reagents. She was pleasant enough on the eyes and talkative. Maybe they'd have an easier time trusting her and letting things slip. Perhaps that could be explored.
"Good mornin', doctor." Her voice was as chirpy and peppy as ever. Either she liked her apron being covered in several kinds of viscera, or she was doing her darnest to ignore it. "I got those files you been requestin' annnnd a coffee. Black with a couple sugars alright with you?"
- @undergroundnightingale
S, all things considered, was still new.
He'd only been here for a year, maybe two. It was odd though, despite being here only for a short amount of time: There were things that everybody knew about him. One, He was one of the only people (If not the only person) who was truly here by choice. Everyone else? Sure, some people applied but quickly learned that they would never - ever - be allowed to leave. Others? Woke up in a unfamiliar building and would never have the option to leave.
S showed up one day, and walked around like he owned the damn place.
Everyone knew Easterman either liked him.. Or was afraid of him. The few times they were talking in the hallways, S's form never changed. Easterman? Listened. Actually listened. Made changes. If someone pissed S off enough, they became red slurry in a barrel in the desert.
Secondly, S was unaffected by everything he saw. He would look down at a cup of coffee the same way he would look at a reagent holding their own guts begging for their life. Impassive, and unimpressed.
Third, No one knew what he looked like. And he didn't have 'Friends' here. He had experiments. Subjects.
Mitzi could have tried to be his 'friend' for many reasons. Fear, most likely. Necessity, perhaps. True want? Doubtful.
His office was cold, as she walked in. The walls covered in books: Some of them in English, others in German, Russian. Some in French. Right behind him, however, was only half of a bookshelf, almost overfilling with files. She couldn't read the tabs from here. The space above, was an array of cameras. All of them, the sleep rooms the reagents were in. Views from their mirrors, TV's, their Radio. Their bedframes. The floor a black concrete, a carpet underneath his dark wooden desk. His chair a fine leather, and the walls an nonsensical pattern of white-gray across a dark gray.
His desk was tilted, just slightly. But was covered in papers, his gloves hand moving across the files, scratching something with that black pen. His orange hinted brown eyes dragged up as she walked in.
"Leave the files. The Coffee's fine." His voice was smooth, low. (Think Howl from Howl's Moving Castle.) His eyes went back down to his papers, not giving her another drop of his attention.
She didn't need to know the coffee would sit until it went cold, that it would be poured down the drain just like every other drink.
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