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entranceway2016-03-28 12:04 am
abelmedic) wrote in entranceway2016-03-28 12:04 am
005 | video/action | March 28th
Action
[Maxine Myers is doing her best not to panic.
Which is not to say that she is not in a panic-worthy situation. She'd gone to sleep in an abandoned cottage on the road from London to Abel, having agreed to take second watch, and had opened her eyes again to find herself alone in a massive, ornate library. She had, of course, done the only sane and rational thing to do in that situation - which was to grab the tallest hardcover she could reasonably swing, slink her way toward the exit, and begin to pick her way down the hall pressed tight to the wall. Wherever she was, it was enormous, and in better repair than anything should have been after years of post-apocalyptic abandonment. That meant upkeep, it meant resources, and again. She did her best not to panic. Panic wouldn't help her get out or help her people find her. Panic wouldn't let her think, and she needed to think, now that apparently the danger wasn't as vanquished as they'd imagined.
So she does her best to breathe deeply and quietly, inching along in search of an exit, ready to introduce the first face that tries to get between her and the front door to the spine of An Illustrated Encyclopaedia of Salarian Anatomic Variation. Zombie or not, she really doesn't care right now. She's had enough being locked away for one lifetime.]
Video
[Several hours later, with a few cups of coffee and a few more long explanations under her belt, Maxine sits down to her communicator.]
Hello, everyone. For those of you who I haven't met, my name's Doctor Maxine Myers. For those of you I have met . . . ?
[Maxine rakes her lip through her teeth, hesitating, thinking. This is an announcement she's never quite had to make, and on top of being awkward, it's so borderline impossible that finding the words is difficult.]
I want to apologize. Apparently I've been here before, but I can honestly say that I don't remember a moment of it. So, to those of you who were my friends or my patients, I'm sorry. I'm going to trust my own judgement, so if you want to catch up, as much as we can? I'd love that, and I'll say thanks in advance for your patience. If it's too awkward, then I understand that too.
That said, I'll be setting up shop again at the clinic! And I do still remember how to be a doctor. So for better or worse, I'm sure I'll see some of you soon. Take care.
[Maxine Myers is doing her best not to panic.
Which is not to say that she is not in a panic-worthy situation. She'd gone to sleep in an abandoned cottage on the road from London to Abel, having agreed to take second watch, and had opened her eyes again to find herself alone in a massive, ornate library. She had, of course, done the only sane and rational thing to do in that situation - which was to grab the tallest hardcover she could reasonably swing, slink her way toward the exit, and begin to pick her way down the hall pressed tight to the wall. Wherever she was, it was enormous, and in better repair than anything should have been after years of post-apocalyptic abandonment. That meant upkeep, it meant resources, and again. She did her best not to panic. Panic wouldn't help her get out or help her people find her. Panic wouldn't let her think, and she needed to think, now that apparently the danger wasn't as vanquished as they'd imagined.
So she does her best to breathe deeply and quietly, inching along in search of an exit, ready to introduce the first face that tries to get between her and the front door to the spine of An Illustrated Encyclopaedia of Salarian Anatomic Variation. Zombie or not, she really doesn't care right now. She's had enough being locked away for one lifetime.]
Video
[Several hours later, with a few cups of coffee and a few more long explanations under her belt, Maxine sits down to her communicator.]
Hello, everyone. For those of you who I haven't met, my name's Doctor Maxine Myers. For those of you I have met . . . ?
[Maxine rakes her lip through her teeth, hesitating, thinking. This is an announcement she's never quite had to make, and on top of being awkward, it's so borderline impossible that finding the words is difficult.]
I want to apologize. Apparently I've been here before, but I can honestly say that I don't remember a moment of it. So, to those of you who were my friends or my patients, I'm sorry. I'm going to trust my own judgement, so if you want to catch up, as much as we can? I'd love that, and I'll say thanks in advance for your patience. If it's too awkward, then I understand that too.
That said, I'll be setting up shop again at the clinic! And I do still remember how to be a doctor. So for better or worse, I'm sure I'll see some of you soon. Take care.