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Cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2015-09-09 12:58 pm
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Who: cúrre ([personal profile] hownkai) & adrien ([personal profile] prorenataa)
When: after he returns from exploring with thán and his group
Where: the medbay
What: discussion of medbay protocals and safety procedures + whatever comes up
Warnings: none (for now)


Everything is quiet.

It's just how Cúrre likes it, walking the length of the Medbay and checking the state of their cryo beds even as she glances over the report given to her by the latest addition to her medical crew. A doctor is invaluable in space, though she has yet to test the limits of his knowledge and skill. She's sure that will come later; now is for their planned meeting and what to do about the current state of this facility so that it caters more toward the crew rather than just the captains themselves. Manasseh and the others are away, so it's just her when Adrien joins her. She's in the OR now, and the only difference from before is that she's placing several surgical knives atop a tray--some are recognizable as such and others appear to be a thin tube with no purpose at all. Cúrre acknowledges him with a single look.

"Thank you for joining me, Crewman Arbuckal." Formalities, after all, are important.
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[personal profile] prorenataa 2015-09-09 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
To be perfectly honest, quiet is how Adrien liked it as well. Though sometimes it seemed that MedBay would be feast or famine in that regard; quiet to the point of monotony or way too busy.

At this time, it was more of a happy medium. Quiet but with a purpose all the same.

The doctor had returned from his trip planet side, showered and changed his clothes as well as taking a minute to address any bumps or bruises he may have picked up while down with the group. He had then gathered up his battered messenger bag and headed for the MedBay.

He strode through the door, detouring to set his bag down on a counter, outside of the OR. Though they were not performing procedures (at least he hoped not) there was no reason to track any dust or dirt into the OR field.

If there was any lingering weariness from his deployment, it in no way showed on his face or his posture as he made his way into the OR.

"Captain." He returned her formality with his own, walking up to where she stood, his hands folded neatly into the small of his back in a 'parade rest' military stance. For now, he would acknowledge her superior rank by waiting and allowing her to initiate the tone and direction of their conversation; before raising his own questions.