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apocalypsehowcomm2021-09-21 09:37 am
medicative) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2021-09-21 09:37 am
(log, open) brave new world
Who: Emily Dyer and open.
When: 9/18 to the beginning of the event.
Where: ADI headquarters, the docks, the beach.
Summary: Getting acclimated to the new world, and trying to get up to speed.
Warnings: To be added if needed.
adi - working.
[really, there was so much to take in that it made Emily's head spin. but a few things had stuck out with the utmost clarity - first, that if she did nothing, it may contribute to the end of the world. and second, that these were the first breaths of free air that she'd had in such a long time. with that, the choice was easy, and here she was now, vaguely wondering why she had been so ready to offer information about what she could do for them. adapting, once more, to the unfamiliar.
so it is that she's in the headquarters, walking about with the telltale unease of someone unfamiliar, in general perusing but also finding areas to call home. most likely though, she'll be in the medical facilities, growing accustomed to the new types of technology but also getting situated in terms of scheduling and patients. with her name up on the rota, it means she is once again gainfully employed and cleared to actually see people. alternately, Emily might be in the canteen for a break, nursing a cup of coffee by the window and writing in a notebook - but she's still a little jumpy, attuned to glancing up when people walk by as if she expects something of them.]
docks - moving.
[one can't stay cooped up forever - who would want to, when allowed enough freedom to move about? true, Emily considers herself honorbound to stay in the town's limits, but even that is something exceptional. being out on the street, with people, with sunlight that felt real and true, is a gift. so it is that she goes exploring and ends up in this side of town, wandering with true and honest awe. sometimes she lingers a bit too long looking into shop windows before moving on, not wanting to simply go in and browse as a waste of time, but clearly affected by something. other times, she's struck by the lights and sounds of an arcade, admiring the condition or narrowly avoiding a collision with an overzealous child, having to redirect them back to their parents.
much of walking, then, eventually ends with leaning against a railing to watch the water and the boats go, content to breathe in the air and try to calm her nerves. nothing had happened yet, but she can't shake the feeling of talk of all those Entities from her mind, and the worry is plainly writ on her face. even ending up with a sandwich to think that food might help her isn't entirely aiding, and her doubts are sensed by an enterprising seagull. with all the hubris a bird can contain, it swoops down and snatches it from her, leaving her holding the paper.]
Hey!
[this? this is laughable, miserable luck. but for the seagull, it's a win.]
beach - thoughts.
[walking along the shore is another pleasant experience, with the daylight and the sound of the waves. one might find it irresistible to shed their shoes and go walking along the water line, as free as if she was a schoolgirl again. that there's no one else out there makes it all the better, and Emily feels like she can finally relax. closing her eyes, feeling the breeze rush over and the water come up to her ankles, it's as though she can actually remember what it's like to not be stressed.
her guard lowers, and she's half humming, half singing to herself an old familiar tune, like the ones she used to hum while doing rounds. there's exhaustion on the edge of her consciousness, but when has there ever not been? how long has it been since she let herself be still for a moment? walking a little further into the surf, it feels comforting.
yes, coming to this place may have been unsettling, and still is, but she's beginning to feel a little bit hopeful.]
wildcard.
[ooc: have another idea of something you want that's not specified? throw it at me, and I'm more than happy to oblige! you can contact me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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please note that the windows prompt in the docks may lead into the mirror, mirror prompt from the tdm, and the beach prompt may lead into haunting tunes.
will match format of either brackets or prose!]
When: 9/18 to the beginning of the event.
Where: ADI headquarters, the docks, the beach.
Summary: Getting acclimated to the new world, and trying to get up to speed.
Warnings: To be added if needed.
adi - working.
[really, there was so much to take in that it made Emily's head spin. but a few things had stuck out with the utmost clarity - first, that if she did nothing, it may contribute to the end of the world. and second, that these were the first breaths of free air that she'd had in such a long time. with that, the choice was easy, and here she was now, vaguely wondering why she had been so ready to offer information about what she could do for them. adapting, once more, to the unfamiliar.
so it is that she's in the headquarters, walking about with the telltale unease of someone unfamiliar, in general perusing but also finding areas to call home. most likely though, she'll be in the medical facilities, growing accustomed to the new types of technology but also getting situated in terms of scheduling and patients. with her name up on the rota, it means she is once again gainfully employed and cleared to actually see people. alternately, Emily might be in the canteen for a break, nursing a cup of coffee by the window and writing in a notebook - but she's still a little jumpy, attuned to glancing up when people walk by as if she expects something of them.]
docks - moving.
[one can't stay cooped up forever - who would want to, when allowed enough freedom to move about? true, Emily considers herself honorbound to stay in the town's limits, but even that is something exceptional. being out on the street, with people, with sunlight that felt real and true, is a gift. so it is that she goes exploring and ends up in this side of town, wandering with true and honest awe. sometimes she lingers a bit too long looking into shop windows before moving on, not wanting to simply go in and browse as a waste of time, but clearly affected by something. other times, she's struck by the lights and sounds of an arcade, admiring the condition or narrowly avoiding a collision with an overzealous child, having to redirect them back to their parents.
much of walking, then, eventually ends with leaning against a railing to watch the water and the boats go, content to breathe in the air and try to calm her nerves. nothing had happened yet, but she can't shake the feeling of talk of all those Entities from her mind, and the worry is plainly writ on her face. even ending up with a sandwich to think that food might help her isn't entirely aiding, and her doubts are sensed by an enterprising seagull. with all the hubris a bird can contain, it swoops down and snatches it from her, leaving her holding the paper.]
Hey!
[this? this is laughable, miserable luck. but for the seagull, it's a win.]
beach - thoughts.
[walking along the shore is another pleasant experience, with the daylight and the sound of the waves. one might find it irresistible to shed their shoes and go walking along the water line, as free as if she was a schoolgirl again. that there's no one else out there makes it all the better, and Emily feels like she can finally relax. closing her eyes, feeling the breeze rush over and the water come up to her ankles, it's as though she can actually remember what it's like to not be stressed.
her guard lowers, and she's half humming, half singing to herself an old familiar tune, like the ones she used to hum while doing rounds. there's exhaustion on the edge of her consciousness, but when has there ever not been? how long has it been since she let herself be still for a moment? walking a little further into the surf, it feels comforting.
yes, coming to this place may have been unsettling, and still is, but she's beginning to feel a little bit hopeful.]
wildcard.
[ooc: have another idea of something you want that's not specified? throw it at me, and I'm more than happy to oblige! you can contact me at
please note that the windows prompt in the docks may lead into the mirror, mirror prompt from the tdm, and the beach prompt may lead into haunting tunes.
will match format of either brackets or prose!]
no subject
[The implication is clear enough: it was barely appreciated in the past, though Stephen sees no reason to get into it. That feels like a lifetime ago, and for all intents and purposes it is. The priority is to focus on the here and now.]
Hard to help the world when one isn’t in it. But anyway, I’m glad to have you here with us now, Miss Dyer. [Doctor Dyer?] Can you tell me a little about where you worked before this place?
[To better familiarize himself with her skillet, beyond forming excellent stitches.]
no subject
I used to run my own clinic, actually. My whole goal was community practice - attending to the ills of as many as I could, but also promoting health and prevention, and to be that resource for those I served.
[it's not untrue, her community had just dwindled down to a very, very small number now. it also clues him into the fact that her proper title is Doctor, but she'd made no effort to correct him from otherwise.]
no subject
That single string of commonality is bolstering, like they’ve added one more nail into the framework of the house that ADI built. One more set of skills, or array of experiences, to keep the medical portion viable. Making sure no one here bleeds out from their injuries if at all possible.]
The heart and soul of healthcare. [He huffs a little.] Not always seen in earnestness these days.
[He knows that from personal experience, unfortunately.]
It’ll be good to have you, Doctor. Are you familiar with the technology here?
no subject
Less so that I would like. I've made plans to set aside some of my free hours to learn it and get up to speed - at least, the parts that apply to us here.
[it's hard feeling at once terribly dated and then also familiar with systems that don't seem to exist at all, but she assumes that ADI knows what to do, given that some people seem to come from worlds where even the existence of a telephone is far fetched.]
The sooner all that's established, the more of help I can be.
no subject
I’m happy to show you around a little more. Explain how some of the technology works.
[A time discrepancy heralds more than just an unfamiliarity with technology, too; history states that a few medical techniques might be outdated, too, unless her world is particularly adept.]
Some practices have probably changed from what you’re used to, too. I mean, not to assume, but… [He’s assuming.] Better to cover all our bases.
no subject
[but she'd remember all the answers. it's a chance to newly study, to apply herself in a way that she hasn't been able to in a while, and it's doing something, which is its own kind of relief.]
no subject
Believe me, I’ve dealt with worse than someone asking me a long list of questions, Doctor Dyer.
[Once they’re done cleaning here, he’ll show her around — he’s already plotting out an itinerary in his head.]
Let’s finish up here first. Then we’ll make a day of it — all the questions you like.