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( open ) you, strange as angels

Who: Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (

cadeuces) & YOU!
What: Introducing your newest doctor! The calm (intro) before the storm (event), a chance at starting CR before things get Bananas, and exploring the area
When: All January
Where: Thesa Station & Nadril mainly, a bit of Olympia on the side
Warning(s): Possible mentions of the trauma/sickness from the cryo pod ejections on arrival

█ thesa station

( Their arrivals hadn't been easy, with the state of emergency and alarms blaring to bring them to consciousness, bleary and nauseous. But Angela has never been one to let that stop her. Instinct kicks in and she's quick to go to others and help where she can, trying to rouse anyone else unceremoniously dumped on the floors and setting to righting those who simply weren't ready to wake in the least, ensuring they're hooked back up to the vital monitors before resealing the pods.

Whether you're also recently waking or you're around trying to secure people back in place as well, Angela almost looks like she knows exactly what she's doing even with the advanced technology.

There's only so many places a heart can be, after all, so the sensors are easy to apply again. The rest... well, guesswork and waiting for "green" responses. That seems to be quite universal in all interfaces.

Once she's done as much as she can in that regard, she settles for wandering the station and exploring every inch she can (which is not very many inches in the end, beyond mess hall and the observation deck), ultimately settling wherever she can find a decent cup of coffee and wishing desperately for cream.

Let the combat medic help you get your space legs, or join another weary soul and lament the coffee, or hear a new neighbor slumping into one of the starter cabins just to catch a break. (Or maybe it wasn't as unoccupied as it seemed at first glance, and you find a nice Swiss doctor in your bed— a modern day Goldilocks. Oops.) )

█ nadril

( It's after her romp through the simulations (and boy, was that a doozy) that she actually gets the chance to explore Nadril properly. There is a sense of tension in the air but this is far more familiar to her than anything else she's seen— Angela's from Switzerland. If there's anything in her blood, it's winter.

There's ice skating (tempting, but she's too rusty) and plenty of shops to browse, and she enjoys the will of the people here. She hasn't seen a single person not busy at work with some task or another, making those from outside the city stick out like a sore thumb in their meager clothes and their lack of purpose. Still, it's finally the air of Nadril that invigorates her again and finally makes her feel awake.

Anyone exiting the simulations with her or recognizable from the station will have her sticking around to ensure they're all right for some time, to continue chatting, before they ultimately decide to return to the station. Eventually they wear out their welcome even having attempted (and partially succeeded) to help solve the mysteries in those recollection-simulations, and there is nowhere for them to stay here. It's just as well; they can only stay in the cold for so long without the appropriate attire. Her appreciation is openly offered for the company, both in-sim and out, and she's clearly glad to have made some new friends in this place. They all had to look out for each other, don't they? )

Shall we get something hot to drink before we go?

█ olympia

( This is where they were to stay, is it...? Angela is mostly found wandering the market district and checking the boards for anything she may be able to accomplish, but it seems with the worry looming overhead in the darkening night skies, no one is particularly looking to hire so much as bunk down and ride out the storm.

It's a touch problematic for someone that needs to earn some measure of money to get herself started. She's been comfortable for so long even while stranded in the middle of a desert or a remote jungle or wherever her work may have taken her back home that she doesn't recall what it's like to start from scratch. To not have money in hand to buy a few spare pieces of clothing, or a better meal. She can't even buy some street cart meal for those around her, if she happens to spot someone hungry and homeless, or a young child eyeing sweets without any parents visible nearby.

It's beautiful in a way that nowhere in 2076 could be. Everywhere she looks is the sign of age and warmth, older construction techniques she's only ever seen the likes of in historical photos or renderings of the past. She's a bit taken with it, to be honest.

She scopes out different areas and vacancies, trying to see if she can't find a place to rest her head so she isn't taking up any of the limited spaces aboard the station, but she doesn't want to be so far from those she already knew here and she doesn't know where anyone happens to be. She may just have to keep imposing, and tell herself she's best put to use monitoring those in cryo. At least it's easier to find her on Thesa should anyone need her.

...Oh, dear. It seems she's quite lost. )

Excuse me— do you know the way back to the plaza? I think I ended up a bit turned around.

█ wildcard

( Feel free to hit me with anything in the area! I'm new and not too familiar with the setting or its current state yet so I'm Doing My Best but I'm very open to any alternate scenarios / approaches / locations! )

( ooc: her test drive thread was here, her permissions/info post is here, and her CR meme thread is here for more information!

I can be reached via PM, private plurk @

clegane, or on disco @ 🍑milkies#5968 (in the game server as "Jamie! | Mercy" in green). I'm very open/comfortable with chatting so please don't feel shy if you wanted to prod or had any questions! )

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[Gabriel knows that Angela is here by now--if he hadn't known by her empty stasis tank, well, he'd spoken about it with Jack. Given his work with Moira, however, he's a bit hesitant to reveal himself right away. In true Blackwatch fashion, he keeps an eye on her first, getting an idea of what she's up to now that she's planetside, before he chooses to make himself known.

He spends a great deal of his time in Nadril these days, mostly because the level of tech is more comfortable, even if the temperature is not. When he finally addresses her directly, he's been tailing her through the marketplace for some time now, finding a convenient stall to lean on as she rounds a corner in his direction.]

You look lost.

[He wouldn't be surprised if Angela was waiting for this. Gabriel knows full well that she might have further pieces of information he hasn't gleaned from Jack or Moira, so at the very least, this will be something of an interesting reunion.]

( Jack had mentioned Gabriel's presence to her, as well, and she figures he'll make himself known to her eventually if she didn't chance a run-in much as she had with Jack. She doesn't know where to seek him out and she doesn't see him anywhere on the network, but she begins to get the feeling somewhere along the way that someone's watching her.

He won't have found anything different about her, really. Her hair's longer, perhaps, but she still has the same purpose to her walk and she's still bright, always smiling a little smile that warms whenever she happens to make eye contact with someone, bowing her head in mild deference and silent greeting, taking in everything around her with no small measure of wonder. It's beautiful, after all, and the technology is amazing.

There are already a couple of familiar faces to her that she greets and spends a few minutes with, visibly looking them over and seeming pleased with the result, seeing if everyone's still all right. When she gets her hands on a bit of some hot beverage or another, she's clasping it in cold hands and her breath puffs a little more visibly after sipping it, warming her mouth and throat.

The sound of his voice has her perking immediately, alert and interested, eyes finding him almost immediately. One brief scan from the opposite direction and then over to him, not so much as passing him by even by an inch. Her smile comes just as easily, even if she doesn't do anything as familiar as reach out to him as she had Jack.

He looks like not a day's gone by. )

Is that an offer to be my chaperone? ( Fondness weighing her tone down, expression a bit complicated— she's glad to see him well and whole, of course, but she also remembers how the mood had been seven years ago. It wasn't particularly pleasant. ) It's good to finally run into you, Gabriel. How are you?

[Angela doesn't look that much older--certainly not six years or so older, but then again, she presumably hasn't suffered the real physical traumas that have Jack and Ana looking so haggard. Still, he can tell that there's that gulf between them, if only based on her expression alone. She's clearly thinking about how to approach this.

And she's as tactful as ever, the familiarity of it a little comforting, especially when Jack and Ana treated him like an enemy right off the bat. He knows full well that she won't be entirely forthcoming, but for once someone is glad to see him, and not because he's a willing experiment in their mad science.]

Well, you never know what's out there.

[So yes, for now he'll be her chaperone, if only to do a little requisite information gathering. How are you feels like a trite question to answer for Gabriel, whose general state of being is always a little complicated.]

Can't complain.

( Now that he's up close, he may be able to see the fine lines when she smiles or crinkles her nose (only when she's truly amused, of course), or the deeper furrow between her brows. All things that take time to come out, showing that the nanites are certainly trying to keep up with elasticity but never quite completely on top of it. Stress takes its toll on them all; she just had an edge, and hadn't been shot at or blown up nearly so often or so extensively.

That he eases even just incrementally to her acceptance of his presence is something that has her easing further. He's still Gabriel, after all. He was important to her too. She held respect for all the founding members of Overwatch and their vision, even if she disagreed with the line of work he'd fallen into and a lot of what he had to do.

As with all things, she understood the other side, she just didn't care for it. It isn't something she focuses on when she gets to see him again, alive. Well (enough). )

Then I'll gladly say "thank you" and place myself in your hands. Coffee?

( She cracks the cover open on the side opposite where she'd drank from, offering it. It's important to keep warm, Gabe. And she's certainly not afraid of cooties. )

Still having your good days and bad days?

( She remembers. Even if it meant remembering there was little she could do. )

I wouldn't want to impose.

[He refuses the coffee, simply out of habit--Gabriel very rarely drinks or eats anything he hasn't seen prepared or done himself, unless he knows it's coming from a trusted source. A holdover from a lifetime in black ops, and he's just as distrustful of anything in Nadril's market.

Still, it's nice of her to offer, and he keeps pace.]

I've been doing better.

[Gabriel isn't going to tell her why he's been doing better. It's more an indication that he's not going to say much more than anything else.]

You never could.

( The offer will remain open and she'll easily allow him to take the cup if he changes his mind. It's had no effect on her thus far, but she understands and recalls the hesitation. (Paranoia.)

For someone with an escort, she doesn't really seem to have any particular destination besides "gently meandering back out of Nadril", though she wishes she could stay. Purchase some of the warmer clothes. She's eyeballing every fur-lined coat they pass with considerable envy.

Clearly, if she were able, this is where she would choose to take root. When he says he's been doing better than she knew of before, however, she turns a smile up to him and seems to consider him for it. )

I'm very glad to hear that, Gabriel. It's been some time since Overwatch, for myself, but I could never fully stop thinking about it.

( It didn't do her any good to pursue a cure for a dead man, when the only SEP graduates (survivors) were now deceased and Jack had never shown signs of the genetic degradation Gabriel had. She thinks they'd all had slightly different formulas to begin with.

She doesn't ask after it. Likely assumes it's something the people here have done for him, as they had so many others. Their technology was incredible. )

Tell me about this place; where is it you usually go? You're in the south with Jack, right? Wyver?

[Paranoia, sure. Something he's never been able to shake, not since he signed himself away to the US government in a last-ditch attempt to fight back against the omnic uprising. Angela's concern is nice to hear, and had been at the time as well, but Gabriel had always known that the solution wasn't going to come from an adherence to medical ethics. He'd always known that he was going to need to find his own solutions.

That, and Moira's idea of weaponizing his condition had been appealing to him in a way he knew people like Jack and Ana and Angela would never understand, much less condone.

So it's best to drop the subject. Gabriel is perfectly content to talk about where he's living, and where Angela has settled for the time being.

He nods--Wyver is where the apartment is, at least.]

When I get tired of living in a Renaissance fair I come here. Where'd you end up?

nadril wildcard

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thesa station

it's TIME

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olympia

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Olympia

HOLLERS

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