Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-11-13 15:17:00 |
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Current location: | LAGH Cafeteria |
Current mood: | tired |
Entry tags: | carly mcdonald, fransisco ortiz, place: la |
Lunch Time Chats
Who: Frank and Carly
Where: LAGH Cafeteria
When: Thursday Afternoon, Nov. 13
In surgery, Carly McDonald was amazing: a confident, order-barking go-getter. So anyone who knew her only in the OR would be shocked to see her at the lunch table in the cafeteria: smiling sweetly, reading a romance novel, and lightly humming the theme to Sesame Street. She looked like the most harmless, unassuming thing EVER.
Frank walked into the cafeteria, more than a little worn out from the almost sixteen hour shift that he had just done. He was hoping that getting a little bit of food in him would help him in getting home without crashing his car into a light pole. Plus, they had fairly decent coffee in here. Could probably be used to clean oil stains off driveways, but he had had worse. When he saw Carly, he walked over to her table. "Mind if I join you?" he asked.
He likely expected that strong, confident, bossy woman to reply. So imagine his reaction when he got a bright, startled smile, as those big eyes blinked sweetly. "Oh! Me? I mean... You? Join me? Sure!" Way to be monosyllabic, Carly.
He'd actually had a feeling that, outside the OR, she was completely different. Most surgeons were. Of course, some were just assholes, but most were actually decent people when you caught them away from surgery. He smiled at her and sat down. "I'm not interrupting your reading, am I?"
"Not at all! I was only reading because I'm usually too shy to actually ask anyone to sit with them." Flood gates of ramble? OPENED. "Not that you have to ask people, granted, but I find that when you DO ask them its far more polite and usually much less awkward. But I usually feel too weirded out to actually ASK, so... I usually end up sitting alone. And how are you?"
Wow, quite the little rambler, wasn't she? It was actually surprising and, well, kind of cute. "I'm doing alright. Hoping that a little food and coffee will keep me awake for the drive home. How are you?"
"I'm alright. Mostly sticking around to keep an eye on 'our patient', since right now I'm the only one who can make a split second decision treatment-wise should he take a turn for the worst." This was the one time she was comfortable talking: when she was discussing work. "Not that I don't have other things to do as well. Poor Mrs. Zuckerman down in the CCU has been having bad palpitations ever since her double bypass yesterday morning, so I've been keeping an eye on her."
He nodded. He knew all about keeping up with patients, although it wasn't as much of an ER experience than a military one. "I'm sure that he'll pull out of it fine." Especially with that salve that she had given him. He couldn't help but wonder what all had been in it.
Carly could see the wonder in his eyes. As someone being newly introduced to this, how could he help it? "Trust me... I'm going to be giving all of you books soon, explaining all of this. I'll also be teaching you all individually. This is going to be a big adjustment, but Dr. Todd picked you all because she knew you could do it."
"It's just amazing to me," Frank admitted. "Thinking something might be up is one thing, but actually knowing it and knowing what's going on? It's completely different."
"It is, but it's SUCH an amazing world to be opened up to! It's like knowing that anything's possible!" Good god, could she sound more obnoxiously perky and happy?
He smiled at her. "What else is there out there? I know that there are werewolves now, and vampires, but what else?"
She lowered her voice, affecting an excited, eager grin, and whispered: "everything. Demons, ghosts, succubi, monsters... It's alllllll out there."
He leaned a little closer to her. "I gotta admit, I don't even know what a succubi is." There were probably all sorts of things out there that he didn't know what they were.
"You'll learn. I'm going to talk to my government contacts, get us actual backing here." She nodded with a peppy grin. "You'll all learn evvvvvvverything you need to."
"Actual backing? Maybe, able to get enough money to open our own clinic instead of having to borrow the supplies of the hospital?" Frank asked with a grin.
"Exactly. Financial and legal backing. Its gonna be tough, but I served for a government division that specialized in demonic activity. They owe me. Plus they need to know that if I'm not happy..." She gave an innocent smile that was bullshit in this instance. "I might be hard to shut up."
"There is a government division that specialized in demonic activity?" Frank asked, stunned for a moment.
"They were called The Initiative. A lot went down, and it was at least temporarily disbanded." She said honestly. "I don't think I need to tell you this is all confidential."
He nodded. "I understand. I just didn't know that, well, that so many people were in the know about this sort of thing."
"You'd be surprised how many important people know about this." She said with a tinge of shame, like she felt bad about keeping anyone in the dark about things.
The more he thought about it, the less surprising it really was. The government, keeping secrets? How...not shocking at all. "Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't," he said with a shrug.
Her eyes widened comically as they fell on the clock. "Ohhhhh poop!" Yep, that was a vulgarity to her. "I gotta go. I have to scrub in on a kidney transplant in a half hour..."
He smiled at her. "Alright, get going then. Guess I'll be seeing you around."
"You know it. I'll be in touch over getting you more training for our... project." She smiled happily and hopped up, grabbing her tray.