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Who: Angela "Mercy" Ziegler (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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
█ nadril
█ olympia
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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.) )
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( 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.
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( 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! )
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At first, that hand on him surprises him, but he gets the meaning quickly, and he crouches back down. ]
Yeah? How do you know? Because in my experience, alarms mean things are not all right.
[ At least it appears that the floor isn't crumbling to pieces beneath them or anything else immediately threatening, but he's not fully at ease either. ]
How are you so knowledgeable?
[ He still isn't a big fan of having things handed to him, especially not substances he can't immediately identify. ] Do you work for whatever this place is?
[ The accent is vaguely familiar; he claims not to remember a lot about the events of Switzerland, but her accent is bringing to mind his brief stay there. ]
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Well, there is no particular staff around to confirm our suspicions, but it seems to be because the stars far off are blinking out. You can watch them from the observation room. It's nothing to do with the ship or us, I don't think, but I have also only been awake for half an hour or so myself; that may be my optimism speaking. I'm a doctor and combat medic where I came from.
( That seems to be the easiest way to put it instead of "from the Earth of 2076, when the Storm destroyed the planet and intelligent lifeforms abducted us to safety." Or however those memories had gone. They were quite hazy and she gets the feeling she didn't get the entire story. They'd been interrupted, after all. Little pieces are still coming back to her bits at a time, dust motes settling in her hands. The floor isn't crumbling and they're quite safe, for all intents and purposes. If he doesn't take the drink from her, she's setting it down after a few quick seconds within his reach. )
This is just mineral water, and I'm just "Angela Ziegler".
( Offered with a smile, hand still between his shoulders until she realizes it and draws it away. Oops. Sorry, stranger. )
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Huh. Stars blinking out. Sounds a little apocalyptic. [ Which, he supposes, isn't too far from the mark, if he's understanding things correctly. ] I guess that explains why you'd be here, with all these people unceremoniously dumped on the floor.
[ He pretends to not really be the caring type, but he asks anyway: ]
Speaking of them, do you think they'll be okay?
[ He eyes her with a touch of suspicion, but in spite of his almost permanent sense of paranoia, he finally takes the drink, unscrews the lid, and gives it a try. ]
Wonder what filtration systems they use here.
[ Oh, right, introductions. ]
Tony Stark.
[ And her reaction, or lack thereof, to the name will tell its own story. As for that hand, it doesn't bother him one bit. He's used to people being handsy, after all, however that might sound. ]
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( That's right; even before they've gotten to names, they're already friends. She doesn't make the rules. Her expression only softens further as he asks after those around them, however nonchalantly it may come off.
Don't ask if you don't want an answer, right? )
I think they'll be just fine. Everyone's vitals have remained stable and steady and they seem to be taking to the cryo process again without any repercussions. It wasn't a technology we had explored much where I came from, necessarily, but the monitors are easy enough to figure. I'm quite confident in that, at least.
( The suspicion is well-earned; she'd be wary, herself, if she came to and a stranger was trying to tend to her. She's not forcing anything on him outlandish, though, and he's free to take anything he says with a grain of salt (or a spoonful of sugar) and make his own informed decisions as he stabilizes and gets to wandering on his own. She just wants him to understand the basics of the situation so he doesn't hurt himself.
When he remarks on the filtration system, she just laughs under her breath and shakes her head— she doesn't know, either. )
Mr. Tony Stark, then. It's very nice to meet you. I hope you'll just call me Angela.
( There's no recognition to the name, no overt meaning to her friendliness— they're just two people stuck in the same situation, and it doesn't hurt to be friendly. That's all it is. )
Stomach settling?
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[ Honestly, Tony's not arguing it. She seems like a decent sort, and if she's even halfway intelligent, he'll be keeping her around. That is, assuming he doesn't royally tick her off with his own brand of arrogance and posturing. It's happened before, and he kind of expects it as a rule now. ]
Good. I mean, I expected as much. Whoever's behind this wouldn't go through all the trouble of putting these people here, only to let them expire just like that. Seems like a huge waste, doesn't it? Question for you, though. Where are you from?
[ Because he can take a hint, and she keeps saying things like "where she came from" and implying there are other technologies that have been explored wherever that is. It's enough to pique his curiosity. ]
Eh, let's drop the title, hmm? Mr. Stark's my dad, and while I've been called worse things, just Tony is fine.
[ Besides, if she's wanting him to call her Angela, it only seems fair that he offers the same thing in return. ]
Yeah, it's great. Thanks.
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( Which is part of what's worrisome about this; there was no medical staff on hand or even a single leader figure to explain what was going on. For all intents and purposes, they've been left to their own devices. So she took it into her own hands to ensure everyone was all right and set back in their pods if necessary.
So far so good, Mr. Stark. You're doing just fine by her book. Her endless amounts of patience will suit them well in that regard. )
That's what I figured as well, yes. So I assume they're otherwise preoccupied and will make an appearance eventually. As for where I'm from, originally Switzerland. But I had been on a war relief effort in the Middle East in 2076, the last I recall. And yourself? American, certainly, but... Hm. Californian?
( He's a fast talker, quick-witted, which makes her think of New York or some other metropolis, New Jersey where industry was strongest, but he doesn't have the accent.
Either way, she offers her hand to shake where she's knelt beside him, where his confirmation will have her helping draw him upright even if they remain sitting on the floor. )
Tony it is, then. Let's get you up.
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[ He just wants to give her fair warning for who she's dealing with. ]
Still, there's something to be said about having safety in numbers.
Switzerland. Wow. So you're a long way from home. [ It's said with a wry twist, because aren't they all? ] And 2076. Huh. Interesting.
[ And then he's just raising his eyebrows, because she clearly is a very interesting onion. ]
But yeah, I've got a house in California. Born in New York, moved around a bit, typical story.
[ At least, how he tells it. Other people might classify it differently. ]
Okay, no point in hanging around on the floor.
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( Delivered with a wink, of course. It's her. She's the doctor. Hold the applause. )
And I suppose we all are; I've seen many years on these pods, and it seems to be a bit beyond the average.
( A pastry, thank you very much. She doesn't smell or live in a swamp. But she seems pleased when her guess had been partially correct, smiling a bit wider as he seems to have found some sense of ease and the time that they've whiled away has likely helped. It's the best she could hope to offer anyone. )
I may have picked up a bit on the New York portion from the way you speak. Not in an accent, but I suppose your style. And what year are you from, Tony? That 2076 is so interesting.
( And when he agrees and seems ready to finally climb up from where they've lounged on the floor, stable, she'll take his hand and assist one another as they find their feet. She makes the proper gesture to dust her knees and shins off from where she'd knelt down beside him, not that there seems to be anything there. Habit. )
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I mean, head doctors. Shrinks. Can't stand 'em. You, though- you seem like you know what you're doing. So yeah, you're good.
[ She may or may not call him full of shit, but it wouldn't be the first time.
And fine, she's a pastry, not an onion. ]
For me? 2013, last time I checked. And that makes you very interesting.
[ Meaning he's going to start peppering her with questions about technology and other advances, because for someone that far into the future, there's bound to have been a lot of them.
But for now, he gets to his feet beside her. ]
This is the part where I'd invite you out for drinks or coffee or something, but I'm usually not in situations where the world is presumably ending. Or has ended.
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So long as I'm good, then. I don't know what I'd do if my new friend Tony Stark didn't like doctors.
( And he says he's from a good sixty years in the past, and she's considering that as she looks around at the pods. They're all dated and marked with an extract location, a name, but most of it is illegible and in another language. The numbers, however, stay the same. Presumably for their ease of use as well. It turns out she'd pulled supplies from one of the empty pods dated 2013, so it was most likely his. )
Yourself as well; I'm sure we'll have plenty to discuss. ( She wants to know what the world was like before Omnics, before hovertech and hard light and smart weapons, or why things like Twinkies were discontinued only to make some grand comeback. The actual, important takeaway from this, however, is her response to the mere mention of coffee— she nearly moans with the chagrined sound that escapes her, head dropping back and brows pinching. She very nearly looks pained. ) God, I would kill for a cup of coffee.
( And that's saying something, isn't it? Thou shalt do no harm. )
I would usually take you up on that offer, and gladly, but there's still too many people here requiring help. You won't change your mind about me in a few hours, will you?
( Playful to a T, but she does look genuinely sorry, at least. She thinks she'd very much like to pick his brain over drinks (non-alcoholic or otherwise) and see how deep that wit goes. )
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Nah, you're good. Just don't start poking me or pricking me with needles or doing any weird scans.
[ He's mostly kidding. If she were to do those things, he supposes she'd have a very good reason for it. ]
Yeah. So, rain check, then. Is that what I'm getting? [ It's what he's picking up on, at least. ] You need to go do your doctor thing, and I- I guess I'll figure out something.
[ But then he's smiling at her, an actual genuine smile this time. ] How about this? You go do your thing, and I'll see what I can do about finding us some real, genuine coffee. It's got to exist somewhere on this thing.
[ Even if coffee probably isn't that high up on the priority list, it's just been put at the top of Tony's list. ]
Now, come on. People call me the king of snap judgments... [ Actually, no one calls him that. ] But I'm not going to change my mind that quickly. Not about you.
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I'll hold off as long as I can, but I make no promises.
( With a quirk of the lips in turn, slender fingers mimicking an injection, thumb on the plunger. He's right, however, that she'd only be working on him if he needed it. She's the one people want to run into when they're hurt— Moira, on the other hand, was the one you're in danger with. )
But a rain check, yes. I have to get to know my friend, after all.
( But he's smiling, really smiling, and she finds herself smiling back before she even knows why. But then he's offering to track down some coffee and that smile turns to an outright grin once more, and she realizes she owes him something to show she's genuine, as well. Does she have anything on her...? Right, here we go. She's pulling her ponytail out and holding a hand out for his. If he gives it to her, she'll slip the gold elastic over his wrist. There. Your rain check. At the cost of loose waves falling about her shoulders, sure to get in her way. Better make it quick. )
And I think that'd make you my hero. ( Talk about snap judgments. She pats that hand she's put her hair tie on to the reassurance he won't change his mind about her, bumping into his side before turning to head off and "do her doctor thing" shooting one last glance over her shoulder with a wave of her fingers. ) So long as you promise, Tony. See you again soon.