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thisavrou_log2016-10-17 03:09 pm
prorenataa) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-10-17 03:09 pm
A million names but only one truth to face [ OPEN ]
Who: Adrien and OPEN
When: Month of October
Where: MedBay (of course) | Training room | Mini Colony
What: Various prompts and OPEN to setting up different scenarios
Warnings: Cranky doctor scaring med techs? idk nothing for now, will warn in comments in necessary.
A - Medbay
[ Though Adrien spent time down on the Mini-Colony, he devoted equal time to his duties aboard the Moira; specifically in MedBay.
It could be argued that some of the MedBay techs might wish he spent more time down on the Mini-Colony.
Because, though Adrien had settled a little bit in the wake of the year long, party planet reveal, his temper was still dodgy and the smallest things could seem major when they rubbed on raw nerves. Such as a bit of a kerfluffle around inventory counts.
Though the doctor didn't yell. He had a way of staring down med techs that left them scurrying off to quickly re-verify their counts or otherwise correct their mistakes. It was possible that any arriving patients or other co-workers would catch him in the midst of such a stare down.
Another option was to catch him elbows deep in the Medbay equipment. While repairs to the ship had seen to much of the major equipment in MedBay, there were still very delicate medical devices that required some fine tuning. He usually waited until the late shift hours, when MedBay was mostly quiet to go scooting under or diving into various bits of technology.
But, of course, MedBay never closed it's doors so it was always possible that someone would catch him, stuck under a diagnostic machine or two. ]
B - Training Room
[ A year.
A fucking year.
Though it was hard to exactly measure how time had passed and while Adrien realized his fitness levels were still where he expected them to be, there was a psychological component to the idea that sent a chill down his spine. It drove him into the training room with dual purposes; fitness and sparring.
For fitness the doctor drove himself through a brutal regime of cardio, muscle endurance and swimming. From classic calisthenics (push-ups, sit-ups, planks, etc), to bag work, to swimming and obstacle courses run in full kit, the workout was not for the faint of heart. In fact there were more than a few times, when at the end of it, Adrien ended up prone on the ground cursing himself.
Sparring was another matter all together. The doctor had built himself a program that utilized the training simulation room's highest functionality. He had a wide variety of settings but kept to one primary opponent. Androgynous humanoid figure, capable of flight and wickedly resistant to damage. They attacked in groups and it was impossible to get them down and keep them down with anything less than decapitation.
Anyone who walked in on these training sessions would find the doctor and his bahari companion, usually in desperate matches against multiple figures, never less than two at a time and sometimes as many as four or six. Though he had the handgun on him, Adrien did not use live fire in these bouts. Instead the gun was used more in resourceful measures, often in conjunction with the large knife the doctor had brought with him and Courser's wicked claws and teeth.
Usually, Adrien and Courser fought these simulations until they were overwhelmed by the numbers. If, on the off chance, he actually won? The doctor looked perturbed and sharply reset the program, upping the difficulty.
This program was designed to leverage hand to hand combat at it's highest level. The challenge not just physical but also mental as survival against these opponents was not just about who could hit hardest, but strategy to utilize all available terrain and resources to prevail. As a result it was not uncommon to find Adrien sporting more than a few lacerations and contusions as a result of these sessions. ]
C - MiniColony!
[ When the doctor was not terrorizing med techs, treating patients or trying to become one himself, he made it down to the Mini-Colony.
There were quite a few areas of interest, including but not limited too, a building where he made an introduction and earned himself a favor as well as the A.S.I. (Aeronautical Study Institute) and local hospital. The shop, with the puzzles was also a draw and the doctor could be found in there, waffling over which puzzle he wanted to purchase.
At least once, he might be found, literally sitting on the floor of the store surrounded by puzzles. Most of them were of the solitary variety, meant to test logic and reasoning skills though a couple also held creative and artistic components. For a man courting his forties, he looked like an over grown child trying to pick just one when he obviously wanted to take them all. ]
D - Wildcard!
[ I am open to any and all ideas and scenarios, just throw them at me! ]
When: Month of October
Where: MedBay (of course) | Training room | Mini Colony
What: Various prompts and OPEN to setting up different scenarios
Warnings: Cranky doctor scaring med techs? idk nothing for now, will warn in comments in necessary.
A - Medbay
[ Though Adrien spent time down on the Mini-Colony, he devoted equal time to his duties aboard the Moira; specifically in MedBay.
It could be argued that some of the MedBay techs might wish he spent more time down on the Mini-Colony.
Because, though Adrien had settled a little bit in the wake of the year long, party planet reveal, his temper was still dodgy and the smallest things could seem major when they rubbed on raw nerves. Such as a bit of a kerfluffle around inventory counts.
Though the doctor didn't yell. He had a way of staring down med techs that left them scurrying off to quickly re-verify their counts or otherwise correct their mistakes. It was possible that any arriving patients or other co-workers would catch him in the midst of such a stare down.
Another option was to catch him elbows deep in the Medbay equipment. While repairs to the ship had seen to much of the major equipment in MedBay, there were still very delicate medical devices that required some fine tuning. He usually waited until the late shift hours, when MedBay was mostly quiet to go scooting under or diving into various bits of technology.
But, of course, MedBay never closed it's doors so it was always possible that someone would catch him, stuck under a diagnostic machine or two. ]
B - Training Room
[ A year.
A fucking year.
Though it was hard to exactly measure how time had passed and while Adrien realized his fitness levels were still where he expected them to be, there was a psychological component to the idea that sent a chill down his spine. It drove him into the training room with dual purposes; fitness and sparring.
For fitness the doctor drove himself through a brutal regime of cardio, muscle endurance and swimming. From classic calisthenics (push-ups, sit-ups, planks, etc), to bag work, to swimming and obstacle courses run in full kit, the workout was not for the faint of heart. In fact there were more than a few times, when at the end of it, Adrien ended up prone on the ground cursing himself.
Sparring was another matter all together. The doctor had built himself a program that utilized the training simulation room's highest functionality. He had a wide variety of settings but kept to one primary opponent. Androgynous humanoid figure, capable of flight and wickedly resistant to damage. They attacked in groups and it was impossible to get them down and keep them down with anything less than decapitation.
Anyone who walked in on these training sessions would find the doctor and his bahari companion, usually in desperate matches against multiple figures, never less than two at a time and sometimes as many as four or six. Though he had the handgun on him, Adrien did not use live fire in these bouts. Instead the gun was used more in resourceful measures, often in conjunction with the large knife the doctor had brought with him and Courser's wicked claws and teeth.
Usually, Adrien and Courser fought these simulations until they were overwhelmed by the numbers. If, on the off chance, he actually won? The doctor looked perturbed and sharply reset the program, upping the difficulty.
This program was designed to leverage hand to hand combat at it's highest level. The challenge not just physical but also mental as survival against these opponents was not just about who could hit hardest, but strategy to utilize all available terrain and resources to prevail. As a result it was not uncommon to find Adrien sporting more than a few lacerations and contusions as a result of these sessions. ]
C - MiniColony!
[ When the doctor was not terrorizing med techs, treating patients or trying to become one himself, he made it down to the Mini-Colony.
There were quite a few areas of interest, including but not limited too, a building where he made an introduction and earned himself a favor as well as the A.S.I. (Aeronautical Study Institute) and local hospital. The shop, with the puzzles was also a draw and the doctor could be found in there, waffling over which puzzle he wanted to purchase.
At least once, he might be found, literally sitting on the floor of the store surrounded by puzzles. Most of them were of the solitary variety, meant to test logic and reasoning skills though a couple also held creative and artistic components. For a man courting his forties, he looked like an over grown child trying to pick just one when he obviously wanted to take them all. ]
D - Wildcard!
[ I am open to any and all ideas and scenarios, just throw them at me! ]
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My life is just a parade of dating travesties.
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...
Probably.
Did he have a response? Not a good one, so he made a non-committal noise and continued with his work. It really didn't take him long, before he set the insturment to the side and gave what he'd determined was the deepest cut a thorough inspection and nodded, please with the job the laser had performed. ]
Alright, that should take care of the worst of it. Keep the areas clean with soap and water, come back to Medbay if you notice any reddening, heat or discharge. I'll give you a antibiotic injection and you can head out.
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Nope.
Nooope.
That's the opposite of what Hawke wants. She's already scooting off the table and going to retrieve her shirt.]
Oh, I'm sure that won't be necessary.
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You've had open wounds exposed to an alien and unknown atmosphere. Besides being a hazard to yourself you potentially carry a hazard that could infect everybody on this ship.
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[A little huff.]
Perhaps they ought to just put it into a potion. Potions are fine, I don't see the point of needles. Or better yet, put it in wine.
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Think of it this way, a split second and then you can walk out that door and don't have to see the inside of MedBay until the next injury.
As opposed to giving you pills and then having to draw and test your blood in ten days time to gauge effectiveness.
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I hope everyone appreciates what I'm suffering for them. Also, sorry in advance for any vomiting that may occur.
[It's an empty threat since she doesn't really wanna throw up either.]
gives something silly a try
My eldest sister and I were never allowed to tussle as kids. Father always insisted we argue through words and debate. But we were kids, siblings and you know how siblings are. Sometimes words just don't pack the heartfelt annoyance of a [ as he'd been speaking, he reached at gave Hawke a very quick pinch on the arm ] pinch.
Now Arie liked to believe she was too old for such nonsense [ pinch! and yes he would follow her if she shifted away. ] and blame it on [ pinch! pinch! ] me. But I tell you, my eldest sister had [ pinch! ] a wicked pinch [ pinch pinch ] on her because she had nails from the time she was six.
[ He paused briefly and scrunched his nose in an expression that was pure baby brother. ] She always was a cheater.
[ After a beat he turned and walked back towards where he'd have to clean up the used bandages and general mess. ]
You may feel a little tired over the next eight hours but that should be the extent of it.
stop being adorable adrien
She gives him a curious look as he starts to speak about his past. Adrien was reserved and seemed to rarely speak much beyond business. Then he pinched her and while she didn't move, she just gave him a curious look. Pain wasn't the reason she hated needles. Honestly, she'd been stabbed with swords, knives, bolts, that it didn't really make any sense. They were just fated enemies.
Her gaze moves from him to the hand that pinched and then back to his face to catch the petulant expression that he gives. It reminds her of Carver.
Then it's done.]
You clever bastard.
[She runs a finger over the injection site.]
Hush
The doctor grumbled softly at her words and pointed a finger towards the door. ]
You are free to go, so get.
[ Huff! ]
:,)
[Hawke waves a hand in the air as she saunters out the door. Then she turns to him at the door frame.]
And let's not tell anyone about this. I don't need Nathan or Tony bothering me more than they already too.
[She turns and waves a hand.]
Good talk Adrien!
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Ultimately, he will go with his gut, especially since it's yelling at him. He's used to people being angry with him, it's safer that way. ]