Post by Vitsheep on Dec 14, 2017 21:04:06 GMT -5
Name: Vicrenzia Fay
Race: Pixie
Vicrenzia sits on a swiveling chair, staring at the empty emergency room. Sure are a lo-o-o-otta empty beds. Won't be that way for long. Just 2 minutes until the doors of Asclepius officially open! She folds her arms on the desk and buries her face, swinging her hips to send the chair rocking beneath her. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. It'll never be this empty again, she realizes. Well, barring something happening to this place. Like getting shut down. Man, that'd be no good. This is supposed to be some landmark hospital place, right? Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. How is a brand-new chair already so bloody squeaky?
"Squeak." Oh, crap, that was out loud. Vicrenzia looks up. None of the nurses are looking at her. Good. They didn't notice.
...Or they're trying to ignore her. Probably the second one. Well, whatever. Squeak.
It's pretty rare to see a pixie doctor. Most don't have the patience and mental fortitude for all the study required. It's true. Going to school was so awful Vicrenzia wanted to cry all the time. Except during practicums and labs, those were usually fun. But studying? Awful. Ugh. Vicrenzia thinks back to forcing herself to sit still and study all those books for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours...
"GaaaAAAAAAAH!" Vicrenzia gasps. She hops out of her seat, flapping her wings underneath her lab coat only to fall on her butt. Several nurses turn to stare at her. "Right, can't fly in this... stupid... uniform. I'm bringing this up with HR!"
A tiefling nurse rolls her eyes, her whiplike tail shifting visibly, tucked in her pants. It's clearly uncomfortable. "Good luck. I already tried. Safety issues and standards and that nonsense."
"Falling over myself's a safety issue!" Vicrenzia folds her arms. "I'm 1'4"! How do they expect me to get anything done if I can't fly!? It's hard enough to be taken seriously when I'm flying at eye level!"
"You'll just have to deal with it, you cute littl- erm, right. None of that type talk. You'll have to deal with it, doctor."
"Like Hell!" Vicrenzia excuses herself to the faculty bathroom, stopping to scale a stepstool to grab a scalpel. She has to swallow her pride and ask an orderly to open the door for her. 'A hospital for every race, my sparkly ass,' she thinks to herself.
A few minutes later, she comes flying out with wing-holes cut in her uniform. It's not comfortable, but it works. Vicrenzia has a very proud-of-herself smile plastered across her face that fades very, very quickly. "How long was I in there!?" she whispers to another doctor as he passes by.
"10 minutes or so?" The doctor looks to the large number of people now filling the waiting room. Most of them are members of nocturnal races, so it's not that weird they're here at midnight, but...
Vicrenzia lands with a sigh, yawns, and stretches. Then jumps with excitement. "Alright, let's get to work!"
Vicrenzia heads over to patient room 3. Her first patient is a gnome. Wait, this is a halfling. Why is he wearing gnome-clothes? Mysterious. Let's see. Male. Early 20's. Pretty young. Extremely young. Just barely an teenager, actually, so far as halflings go. But here all alone. Hm. Mysteriouser and mysteriouser. And pixies love a good mystery. Vicrenzia flies over to examine her patient more closely. First impressions are important! Oh... for both parties.
Vicrenzia lands to stand on a stool by the bed. "Hi! Erm, hello. I'm Dr. - Squee! Sorry. It's still so new on my tongue! Dr. Vicrenzia Fay - yes, super-common name, no I'm not related to that other Fay you know. Alright. Hi. So. What seeeeeems to be the problem, hm?"
"Uh... W-well, I, uh... Um... I b-been having weird dreams lately, doctor, uh, doctor Fay. But I can't... um... I'm kinda really starting to have trouble telling what's real anymore," the gno- HALFLING says.
Vicrenzia notices he's shaking a bit. Kinda breathing pretty heavily for a guy that's laying in a bed. Mysteries, mysteries, mysteries... "Huh. Weird." This is definitely interesting for a first case! Bedside manners, Vicky. "Um, so. What do I call you?"
"Uh... Caelbog." He seems nervous.
"Fake name, huh?" Vicrenzia asks. "OK, then, Cael. Can I call you Cael? Seeing as it's not your real name."
The ghalfling is surprised, but nods.
"Great! So... Let's see. How... should... we... start...?"
(A) Let's draw some blood!
(B) Let's do a quick physical.
(C) So tell me about yourself, Cael!
(D) Lemme hear about that family history.
(E) I'm ready to make my diagnosis!
Race: Pixie
Vicrenzia sits on a swiveling chair, staring at the empty emergency room. Sure are a lo-o-o-otta empty beds. Won't be that way for long. Just 2 minutes until the doors of Asclepius officially open! She folds her arms on the desk and buries her face, swinging her hips to send the chair rocking beneath her. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. It'll never be this empty again, she realizes. Well, barring something happening to this place. Like getting shut down. Man, that'd be no good. This is supposed to be some landmark hospital place, right? Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. How is a brand-new chair already so bloody squeaky?
"Squeak." Oh, crap, that was out loud. Vicrenzia looks up. None of the nurses are looking at her. Good. They didn't notice.
...Or they're trying to ignore her. Probably the second one. Well, whatever. Squeak.
It's pretty rare to see a pixie doctor. Most don't have the patience and mental fortitude for all the study required. It's true. Going to school was so awful Vicrenzia wanted to cry all the time. Except during practicums and labs, those were usually fun. But studying? Awful. Ugh. Vicrenzia thinks back to forcing herself to sit still and study all those books for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and hours...
"GaaaAAAAAAAH!" Vicrenzia gasps. She hops out of her seat, flapping her wings underneath her lab coat only to fall on her butt. Several nurses turn to stare at her. "Right, can't fly in this... stupid... uniform. I'm bringing this up with HR!"
A tiefling nurse rolls her eyes, her whiplike tail shifting visibly, tucked in her pants. It's clearly uncomfortable. "Good luck. I already tried. Safety issues and standards and that nonsense."
"Falling over myself's a safety issue!" Vicrenzia folds her arms. "I'm 1'4"! How do they expect me to get anything done if I can't fly!? It's hard enough to be taken seriously when I'm flying at eye level!"
"You'll just have to deal with it, you cute littl- erm, right. None of that type talk. You'll have to deal with it, doctor."
"Like Hell!" Vicrenzia excuses herself to the faculty bathroom, stopping to scale a stepstool to grab a scalpel. She has to swallow her pride and ask an orderly to open the door for her. 'A hospital for every race, my sparkly ass,' she thinks to herself.
A few minutes later, she comes flying out with wing-holes cut in her uniform. It's not comfortable, but it works. Vicrenzia has a very proud-of-herself smile plastered across her face that fades very, very quickly. "How long was I in there!?" she whispers to another doctor as he passes by.
"10 minutes or so?" The doctor looks to the large number of people now filling the waiting room. Most of them are members of nocturnal races, so it's not that weird they're here at midnight, but...
Vicrenzia lands with a sigh, yawns, and stretches. Then jumps with excitement. "Alright, let's get to work!"
Vicrenzia heads over to patient room 3. Her first patient is a gnome. Wait, this is a halfling. Why is he wearing gnome-clothes? Mysterious. Let's see. Male. Early 20's. Pretty young. Extremely young. Just barely an teenager, actually, so far as halflings go. But here all alone. Hm. Mysteriouser and mysteriouser. And pixies love a good mystery. Vicrenzia flies over to examine her patient more closely. First impressions are important! Oh... for both parties.
Vicrenzia lands to stand on a stool by the bed. "Hi! Erm, hello. I'm Dr. - Squee! Sorry. It's still so new on my tongue! Dr. Vicrenzia Fay - yes, super-common name, no I'm not related to that other Fay you know. Alright. Hi. So. What seeeeeems to be the problem, hm?"
"Uh... W-well, I, uh... Um... I b-been having weird dreams lately, doctor, uh, doctor Fay. But I can't... um... I'm kinda really starting to have trouble telling what's real anymore," the gno- HALFLING says.
Vicrenzia notices he's shaking a bit. Kinda breathing pretty heavily for a guy that's laying in a bed. Mysteries, mysteries, mysteries... "Huh. Weird." This is definitely interesting for a first case! Bedside manners, Vicky. "Um, so. What do I call you?"
"Uh... Caelbog." He seems nervous.
"Fake name, huh?" Vicrenzia asks. "OK, then, Cael. Can I call you Cael? Seeing as it's not your real name."
The ghalfling is surprised, but nods.
"Great! So... Let's see. How... should... we... start...?"
(A) Let's draw some blood!
(B) Let's do a quick physical.
(C) So tell me about yourself, Cael!
(D) Lemme hear about that family history.
(E) I'm ready to make my diagnosis!
