RP: First Day After the First Day at Work
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tutistempus_rpgDate: October 24, 2001
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Charlie Weasley, Open
Setting: Settlement 1, the Medical Center
Content: PG
Status: Open: Public, Complete
Alicia's finger swiped across the screen of her datapad. Slowly – very slowly – she was getting used to it. It wasn't so much the writing on it that was a problem; it was retrieving the correct data and storing data in the correct places. At work, that wasn't a big problem, since once she had found her way into the system, the information and data stayed there, but she still felt horribly embarrassed about yesterday's blunder where she somehow managed to send the shopping list meant for Sam to Kingsley Shacklebolt himself. Embarrassing, indeed, but still just an instance in all of the numerous new experiences and sensations she had been exposed to in the two days she had been here.
At least here at the Medical Center the routines were pretty much as she was used to. One change, however, she found to be for the better, was the encouragement to Transfigure her heavy Healer's robe into one or two lighter scrubs to accommodate for the warmer weather. With the help of the resident Transfiguration master, she now had two scrub tops that she wore with a pair of white drawstring pants. And it felt so much less restricting than wearing the required tent-like robe of St. Mungo's.
As she skimmed over the list of previous patients and visitors of the Medical Center, she recognized a few of the names, even names she hadn't expected to see here, though she knew that this was only the beginning. Right now, it was quiet, and she was fairly certain that her taking time to familiarize herself with the datapad was acceptable to re-checking the cabinets she had just finished restocking.
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Charlie Weasley, Open
Setting: Settlement 1, the Medical Center
Content: PG
Status: Open: Public, Complete
Alicia's finger swiped across the screen of her datapad. Slowly – very slowly – she was getting used to it. It wasn't so much the writing on it that was a problem; it was retrieving the correct data and storing data in the correct places. At work, that wasn't a big problem, since once she had found her way into the system, the information and data stayed there, but she still felt horribly embarrassed about yesterday's blunder where she somehow managed to send the shopping list meant for Sam to Kingsley Shacklebolt himself. Embarrassing, indeed, but still just an instance in all of the numerous new experiences and sensations she had been exposed to in the two days she had been here.
At least here at the Medical Center the routines were pretty much as she was used to. One change, however, she found to be for the better, was the encouragement to Transfigure her heavy Healer's robe into one or two lighter scrubs to accommodate for the warmer weather. With the help of the resident Transfiguration master, she now had two scrub tops that she wore with a pair of white drawstring pants. And it felt so much less restricting than wearing the required tent-like robe of St. Mungo's.
As she skimmed over the list of previous patients and visitors of the Medical Center, she recognized a few of the names, even names she hadn't expected to see here, though she knew that this was only the beginning. Right now, it was quiet, and she was fairly certain that her taking time to familiarize herself with the datapad was acceptable to re-checking the cabinets she had just finished restocking.
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Date: 2012-10-26 11:35 pm (UTC)"Oh, I think I'll be doing my own shopping from now on," Alicia groused good-naturedly. "At least then I'll know what they say about what I buy rather than have his inability of listening re-confirmed again." Turning away from him for a moment, she took the small bottle of Potion that had appeared on the counter and the small bowl next to it. "I think he actually did get that fish. At least it tasted like chicken, and he'd told me it would, so I made up a stir-fry cabbage salad figuring it would be brilliant with the meat, only the cabbage tasted like grapes so I pretty much ended up with a warm fruit salad... with chicken." Rolling her eyes, Alicia realized that she had just rambled a patient's ear off about her own dinner and she sent him a small apologetic shrug, before she handed him first the Potion bottle and then the bowl.
"To ward off the bacteria from the bite," she instructed along with the Potion, "and then I highly recommend you eat this yoghurt, since the Potion tends to be rough on your stomach. If you can get hold of some more for later, that'd be even better."
She took his hand and he held it out to him. "Again, you're very welcome, Charlie Weasley, Ark Operations."
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Date: 2012-10-27 01:00 am (UTC)"That stir fry still sounds delicious," Charlie pointed out, wondering what the hell he and Ginny would be having for dinner tonight. Ginny'd made a pretty good goulash of sorts last night though basically anything put together was a set up for him over the past two months.
He took the potion vial and unstoppered it, choosing to down it in one drink right then. The taste was every bit as horrific as he had believed it would be but Charlie waved off the yoghurt though, shaking his head. "I have a cast iron stomach, or so my mum has told me for many years. Save it for someone who really needs it." He paused, shaking her hand and he flashed a smile when she repeated his introduction from earlier. "Anytime you'd like a tour of the Ark, just say the word. You have a good afternoon, doc."
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Date: 2012-10-27 01:54 am (UTC)Looking down at the bowl that Charlie had handed back to her all she could do was shrug. "Alright," she gave him, "I'll see if I can find someone," and hoped that he was right in his estimation of his stomach's strength. Although it had been a pleasant experience Healing him, she didn't want to see him back in here as a patient anytime soon. His smile brought forth one on her lips, and as he spoke again, she nodded and blinked slowly. "I will," she promised him, "You have a good day, too, Charlie," before she closed the door behind him as he left.
Once alone in the examination room, Alicia leaned back against the door, her face screwed up in a grimace of embarrassment as one had kept a tight grip on the bowl of yoghurt and the other was pressed to her forehead as if to erase all memory of what a fool she had just made of herself while she slowly slid down until she was sitting on the floor. "You are so pathetic, Spinnet," she chastised herself. "Real professional. Right!" While it was nice that not all people were complete strangers here, comforting even, it was still no excuse for the way she had behaved while Charlie had been in the room, and Alicia felt, more than anything, like she had the first time she seen him at school and she hadn't been able to do anything but stutter, though she failed to even recall why she had attempted talking to him in the first place. "Suck it up, Spinnet," she sighed and before she knew it, a spoonful of yoghurt had made its way to her mouth. Great, now she was comfort eating.
With a groan Alicia floated the bowl to the counter and got up. Quickly she cast a cleansing Charm on herself and picked up her datapad. No matter how much of a fool she had made of herself, there were still patients to see.