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Sarissa (ladyofsummer) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2020-01-07 09:44:00

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WHO: Sarissa and Sam Wilson
WHERE: Clinic
WHEN: Jan 7
WHAT: Checking out the clinic

Unlike some of the other people who'd been brought to Goodland, Sarissa was thrilled to be here. Yes, she was going to have to return home at one point - the seasons had to change at some point - but for the moment, she could allow herself to enjoy this respite from the endless court machinations, the threats on her life, and the constant attempts at manipulation.

It had been a long time since she'd been able to be Sarissa, and not The Summer Lady. Going back to nursing would give her the sense of normalcy she had lost when the Mantle had been forced on her. Besides, it would allow her to contribute positively here, and she'd always gotten some satisfaction from that.

She arrived at reception, where she gave her name. "I'm here to see Dr. Sam Wilson."

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machinesrus
2020-01-07 08:10 pm UTC (link)

Sam knew he'd been quiet lately. While other people had been running around in the 1920s, he'd been identifying plausible alternatives for the medicines they didn't keep much of on hand in case of emergency, and now that they were back he was all wrapped up in Rhodey's scans, coming up with 3D modeling that would allow him to perfect his plan of action before ever actually opening him up. Compared to Bucky's arm, restoring enough connection between Rhodes' brain and lower body to build on was going to be a lot more complicated and invasive, and he preferred to be absolutely ready.

Clinic staffing was a priority, though, after the last round of disappearances. He was really hanging out for some more doctors, but he sure as hell wasn't going to turn down a rehab nurse when one came knocking. The interviews were a formality, really, more for him to get an idea of what people were like than to actually decide whether he should hire them. The idea that he might decide not to was much more theory than reality, so far.

He put Rhodey's scans away in the secure file where he stored them before opening his door to let Sarissa in, not bothering to hide his first assessing glance as she entered. Well put together, like she was making an effort without being too over the top about it, but he wasn't expecting much else. People tended to go for that when they were going for job interviews. "Hey. Sarissa, right?"

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ladyofsummer
2020-01-07 10:08 pm UTC (link)

"I am." She offered a hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

Although Sarissa looked like she was barely out of high school, she carried herself with a quiet assurance that suggested much more experience. This was, after all, not her first interview. Nor was it even her hundredth. She'd been in the workforce long before women were common in the workplace.

Her smile was warm, holding the light of a clear summer morning. "Thank you for meeting with me."

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machinesrus
2020-01-07 11:50 pm UTC (link)

It was pretty obvious to Sam that this was the sort of situation Sarissa was more comfortable with than him - he'd never planned to end up in a role where he was responsible for this kind of professional sociability. 'Desk job' wasn't exactly his dream, and neither was 'office manager'. They were about as far from his actual job back home as you could get, some days. Still, he shook her hand, aware of the required niceties. "No problem. It's not too busy at the moment, I think people are recovering from the holiday season a bit."

That was about as much small talk as he could handle, though. He gestured her to a chair as he settled back in his own, wanting to get into the meat of things. "What kind of non-human biology do you have experience with?"

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ladyofsummer
2020-01-08 12:06 am UTC (link)

Straight to the point. Sarissa took note of his briskness, but didn't react to it. Instead, she addressed the question. Having seen the makeup of people in the villa, she had a sense he would want to know if she could heal non-humans.

"For the ones found here, I have none," she admitted. "My experience with non-human biology is limited to species that aren't represented here. But I find the principles of medicine and rehabilitation are applicable regardless of which organs are located where."

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machinesrus
2020-01-08 09:46 am UTC (link)

His first reaction was that her response was the sort of specific-but-vague tactic you saw in market and commercial damage mitigation PR. His second, coming in right on the heels of that, was that it was also exactly the sort of specific-but-vague thing he said when he was trying not to say too much about home. The thought came with a certain amount of rue; it hadn't passed him by that she'd said very little about what sort of world she came from, except for the fact that it was similar enough to have rehab nurses and job interviews, and he could hardly judge people for that when even the primer he'd given people on his timeline left out a lot of the actual details. "Science, magic or supernatural?" he asked, part honest curiosity and part just to see how she answered. Though, he supposed that was curiosity too.

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ladyofsummer
2020-01-08 06:38 pm UTC (link)

Sam wasn't wrong in his observation: Sarissa was an expert in telling the half-truth. And now that the Mantle had turned her into a Sidhe that could not tell a direct lie, that skill was more important to her than ever, if she was to preserve her identity.

"In terms of non-human biology, mostly supernatural," she replied, not adding the little detail that her experience with supernatural biology was mostly limited to observing the internal organs of creatures that were being flayed alive in front of her. That was not relevant to this conversation. "I haven't worked with cybernetics, if that's what you mean by science. Otherwise, I'm well-trained in 20th century medical knowledge. I'll be honest: the vast majority of my hands-on experience has been with human patients."

Tossing out one clear nugget of truth usually disarmed people enough to not ask too many questions about the details she was leaving out, though she doubted such a tactic would work on Dr. Sam Wilson of the eagle-eyed stare.

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machinesrus
2020-01-08 09:13 pm UTC (link)

Sam might not have been that shocked by the flaying part. After all, he came from a place where the highest aspiration in his specific sub-field was to do human experimentation for the government. Medicine's ugly history sometimes extended well into the present, and he doubted the future would be free of it either. "Mine too," he admitted. "And most of the people here are human enough, even the ones that aren't. The rest, I'm trying to make sure we get some kind of medical records before we need them." As far as he could tell it was going okay, though of course he couldn't be sure until there really was an emergency and suddenly someone unexpectedly burst into flames on the operating table or something. "What sort of balance is your experience with research versus practical?"

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ladyofsummer
2020-01-09 12:00 am UTC (link)

"Practical; most of my work was hands on working with patients," Sarissa replied. She had a warm, easy conversational style that interviewed well. The fact that the room seemed to brighten just a little every time she smiled didn't hurt.

"I did work with some MD/PhDs," she continued. "And I helped them gather data for their research. It's been a while since I ran my own studies, however."

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