Second Imprint ⚡ Text

[pitied]

Given the nature of this place, I would like to speak with any medical personnel on this ship. I have been here since the last jump and would prefer to keep myself busy. I am a doctor, though if you'd like to know more about my credentials, you'll have to speak with Topher Brink. [If he's here, she might as well make this awkward. Considering whatever memories she has about graduating medschool aren't actually real.]

I have experience in surgery as well as general practitioner.

Thank you.

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[blondeandperky]

I can't help with that, but I was wondering if the word... Marburg-Amberlee means anything to you.

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[pitied]

I haven't... is it a doctor or a condition?

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[blondeandperky]

It was a cure.

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[pitied]

I take it that it did not succeed?

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[blondeandperky]

We didn't have cancer anymore. We did have zombies.

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[pitied]

Is the strain here?

Voice;

[andblockbuster]

[DRYEST TONE EVER.]

She has medical credentials.

[A beat]

Well, that was informative. I hope everyone feels very enlightened now.

Voice;

[pitied]

[The most sarcastic.] That was most appreciated.

Voice; encrypted

[andblockbuster]

What are you even doing?

Voice; encrypted

[pitied]

What does it look like I'm doing? I don't know if you've realized, but this place isn't exactly safe. [Granted she did have intentions of escaping, she wanted something else, but being here sort of put her in inescapable position.]

Voice; encrypted

[andblockbuster]

I kinda realized that when we all started getting stalked by some guy who communicates in red text and emoticons. ..Or maybe it was when I got locked in the skeleton room.

No, I think it was probably when I was possessed by a demon.

[The eyeroll is all but perceptible in his tone.] I mean, what're you doing? You can't just... Go with the imprint? Lie? No one knows about the house here. And I kinda wanna keep it that way.

[Except where Wheatley and Ariadne and probably Arthur know... But shhh.]

Voice; encrypted

[pitied]

Why not? [She looks hard at him.] There's no escape here. There's nothing to do here, no life to live. This is what you made me to do in the perfect scenario. I am needed, I'll do what I know.

[Claire can't help but scoff.] Afraid your new friends won't like what you've done?

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[maleit]

how good?

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[pitied]

It is what I know.

text;

[maleit]

you could have just said "really good", you know.

i was instructed to have weekly visits with a general practitioner back where i came from. i haven't since i've come here.

but i don't have any money.

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[pitied]

If you need someone, I'm available.

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[maleit]

[ Okay. Good. A start. Yoite sighs, before sending off the next text. ]

compensation?

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[pitied]

Negotiable.

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[romanticism]

Considering the nature of recent events aboard the ship, it's rather a comfort to hear that our quota of medical professionals is increasing.

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[pitied]

So I have been told. But I have yet to talk with any in the field itself.

[ Video ]

[theblogger]

[ Here we go, broadcast right out of the Medbay, if she remembers it. ]

Hello. I'm Doctor Watson, one of the current medical staff. May I ask who I'm speaking to?

[ Video ]

[pitied]

[The familiar site gives the tiniest of smiles.] Claire Saunders.

[ Video ] (Sorry this is so incredibly late)

[theblogger]

[ He returns the smile, tight but polite. ]

Doctor Saunders - may I ask how long you've been practising? And, well, what year you're from, assuming you're from Earth originally?

[ He looks a little sheepish at the second question. ]

[ Video ] no worries

[pitied]

[That is a complicated question.]

There are varying accounts. Either a year or so or closer to ten. I was the general practitioner for a -- spa, let's call it. [Because explaining the Dollhouse would take too much.]

And I am from Earth. Los Angeles, 2009.

[ Video ]

[theblogger]

Have you ever dealt with... ah.. Non-humans?