Who: Zane and Susie
When: Afternoon, January 13, 2008
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Susie comes in for her first treatment

"Prepare exam room 3 for my 2 o'clock appointment," Zane told the nurse he had just summoned to his office. The petite woman nodded, and left quickly down the hall toward her destination. It wouldn't take long for her to set up the room, but Zane wanted it to be ready for when his patient arrived.

"Aysu Medina," he said as he glanced over the small file on the freshwater mermaid. She had been diagnosed with radiation sickness when she arrived, but thankfully it was determined that it wasn't severe enough to bring about immediate death. Still, radiation poisoning of any level was a concern, and it was important that the girl begin her treatment as soon as possible. He already had a treatment plan in mind, but he wanted to complete his examination of the girl before he finalized any of it.

The nurse returned to Zane's office, and announced that the room was ready. "When Miss Medina arrives please show her to the room," he informed her with a smile. Zane took long strides to exam room 3, and took a seat on the round stool at the small table. He jotted down a few more notes, and waited patiently for the mermaid to arrive.

Who: Zane and Amada
Where: On a sail boat in the middle of Lake Alata'elen
When: September 18, 2007
What: Duh... Honeymoon!
Warning: It's their honeymoon, expect mature scenes in this thread

The sun was just creeping over the distant horizon to illuminate the land known as Elysium. There, only two days before, Zane had married the love of his life. And now they were on their honeymoon upon a large sailboat he had acquired in order to take his wife on a 'cruise'. It wasn't like they could go anywhere else in the world considering the state of things which left the doctor in a bit of a predicament. But he was ingenious enough to set up this week long cruise instead. When things went back to normal (if they ever went back to normal) Zane would take Amada on a trip around the world visiting every place she wanted. He just wanted to make her happy the way she made him happy every day.

Zane yawned quietly and slipped out of the bed without waking Amada. She was so beautiful when she slept. Zane often thought he could just watch her face for hours on end and never get tired of it. He wanted to kiss her, too, but his morning breath was killer and he wasn't looking to make his new wife pass out just from the scent of it. He'd have to brush his teeth, and maybe splash some water on his face first before he'd wake her with soft kisses to her lips and cheeks. The thought caused the doctor to hurry through his morning routine so that he could slide back into bed with his wife.

Amada was his wife now and the thought was amazing. They had dedicated their lives to one another and nothing could ever tear them apart. Zane was sure of it. They weren't going to be like so many other couples out there who married only to get a divorce. Zane didn't believe in splitting up - he believed in hard work and compromise, and he believed that love did conquer all. He lifted his hand to her forehead to brush a few strands of hair away from her face. He leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, then nose, then lips lingering there the longest. Zane wanted to wake up Amada in the most blissful way possible, and he thought that a kiss was a good way to do that.

Who: Zane and Amada - duh!
Where: Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC
When: Years ago
What: Their first meeting - Amada's student art show

Amada
It was a big night for her...okay a HUGE night, really. To be a 'Student to Exhibit,' to be one of three students picked from every art student at NYU was a very big deal. She hadn't realized just how big of one until the event's organizer had asked her to come and design her installations, not to mention started running through the guest list for the opening night gala - the fact that there was a gala at all should have signaled what the whole thing met. Amada picked her favorite ten pieces for the show: two sculptures, three oil paintings, three black and white photographs and two mixed-media pieces. She felt it was a good group that communicated all that she was capable of. Of course, that didn't help ease her nerves at all, especially not after that first look at the guest list. Gallery owners from all over town, the coordination for the Metropolitan Museum of Art....and that was just the start!

The week leading up to opening night flew by in a mixture of classes and preparations. And then there was the whole issue of what she'd wear, seeing as this was her first formal showing. She went bright, knowing the other female being exhibited was more than likely going to choose classic black - Amada wanted to stand out. So pink it was - bright, vibrant, eye-catching pink. It was backless, baring the tanned curve of her spine, her dark hair left to hang sleekly against the naked skin. Her make-up was light for the night...a classic smokey eye and soft pink lips. She slid into a pair of soft gold stilettos and grabbed her matching clutch, rushing out the door to catch a cab before she was late to her own exhibition.

Things went slow at first....she smoozed as best she could, trying to greet everyone that had come in. At some point it just became overwhelming and she abandoned the idea all together, content to stand back and watch them taking in all three displays. Hers was hung under her 'pen name' and so very few people had any idea who she was...well, until they saw her picture at the back of the room with the other two student's, the black and white photo there with a short bio.

Halfway through the night, she noticed...ok, he was handsome, that's what she noticed...a handsome guy standing near one of her sculptures looking rather puzzled. Champagne in hand, she strolled over casually to stand behind him. "So," her voice was tinged with the spice of her Spanish accent, "what do you think of it?"