AWD #459: Oh You're a Doctor?
Oh You're a Doctor?
Summary: Ari and Lise meet for the first time. Introductions are had.
Date: 23/09/2016
Related Logs: None
Ariadne Lise 
Sickbay - Battlestar Orion
Serving as the ship's primary care facility, the Medical Center is a rather large, single room structure that has the same load-bearing structures to the walls that the halls do, as well as the same heavy hatch. There is a desk at the entrance staffed by a nurse as well as a small locker for single dose drugs like aspirin. Beds are lined up along each wall with EKG's and hangers for IVs in case of triage. Large cabinets at the rear provide ready access to lifesaving medicines and gear, as well as a ready supply of defibrillators. Not far from the primary entrance is the Chief Medical Officer's office and on the other side is a small hatch to the recovery ward. Towards the rear is a sectioned-off examination area. Opposite the hatch to recovery is a sealed doorway leading down a hallway to the ship's morgue.

It's one of those business as usual periods, that time of the day when everyone's gotten through morning rounds, no battles are eminent, and most of the medical staff is left to their own schedules for the day. Ariadne is seated at the end of the intake desk, having carved out a small spot of her own among the well organized havoc with a stack of folders stuffed with paperwork. She's dressed in her blues, sporting her lab coat over it and a black stethoscope around her neck. Dwarfed by the stack of papers is a steaming pinkish mug that looks like it has brain wrinkles on it. For the most part, aside from the sound of a pen scratching across the table and other intake room noises like sniffles and the word 'Neeeeext' periodically it's pretty quiet.

Lise is dressed in a similar fashion to Ariadne, hair wound up into a french bun, a pencil behind one ear and a focused look upon her face. An exhalation of air may announce her arrival into the med bay from the recovery ward; who knows what she was doing in there, no patients are slotted in, but a pile of folders are carried with her. They're held in the nook of her left arm, hugged against her chest, a glance given towards that intake desk as she alters her path that way, "Good morning." Greeting the other woman with a confident voice that is warm and whiskied, "I've gone through these and -" Her right hand will lift and pluck from the left arm a series of files, "Good to go." Plop. Into the appropriate pile, "And these will need follow up." Plop.

Perfect timing. Ariadne closes the folder open before her just as she's being greeted by the unfamiliar woman. "Oh I'm just watching over while Erin goes to the bathroom," she lifts her gaze to look at Lise and smiles. "Good morning to you too. You can-here," Ariadne moves from behind the desk so she can reach to point to the recessed part under the counter easily hidden away from prying eyes, if temporarily. "You can drop them there." After a click of her old worn blue prewar drug pen, she slides it into her coat pocket and offers a hand out to Lise. "We haven't met. Dr. Ariadne Forrester, neurosurgeon and behavioral neurologist."

Lise tilts from the waist up to look where Ariadne points out where the files can do, "Brilliant." Lise states, brown eyes warm as she allows for a half-smile, dipping in behind the desk to pluck up the folders she was working on to pop them under that counter, "Sorry, didn't mean to assume you were the desk clerk." Apology creeps onto her features, now free hands able to properly greet Aria. The left hand pops into the pocket of her pants, right lifting and squeezing Ariadne's firmly, her hand very warm and a smidgen sweaty, "No, we haven't. I'm Doctor Robert-" A tilt of her head to the side, "Lise Robert, trauma and reconstructive surgeon." A few good pumps of the other womans hand and Lise is retracting her own, glancing around the sickbay with contemplative brown eyes, "Sorry, I'm new here, and I have a terrible habit of not getting to know anyone until months of being somewhere." That look on her face turns self-deprecating, "My husband has told me many times it's why I have no friends." An exhalation of air that passes as a laugh, Lise looking back to Ariadne, "All right. Well." A shoulder lifts up, "I should get going, still figuring out where I need to be."

"Please. It was set up that way, and I'm the one intruding in on their desk space, so I deserve it," Ariadne offers in return, completely unfazed. Her own shake is hearty, but not overbearing. "Pleasure to meet you." Although she looks to be of mixed Leonese ancestry, her accent is distinctly Gemonese. Her brow arches as Lise mentions her specialty. "Excellent. Yes, that's fantastic," Ariadne continues as the gears in her head churn on overtime for a moment. "Everyone was new once. Most of us will be new again," the woman says with a shrug and an ever-present faint smile. "Well I'll force you to have lunch with me every once in awhile…if I could remember to have it myself." She nods before saying, "Right, well if you need anything, don't hesitate to holler…Oh, also, I help out with psychiatric and therapy sessions around the ship, so if you need a consult, feel free to reach out." She slides her hands down in her coat pockets, hooking her thumbs over the sides.

"I hate the feeling of being new." Lise shares in an offhand manner, left hand flicking up out of her pocket to gesture briefly, "Well, if you remember, and I remember, then maybe we'll manage to eat." Wryly noted, a few backwards steps already taken, her hands tucking back into pockets. When Ariadne mentions the consult bit Lise's chin will drop forwards and she will let out a very dry laugh, her head then bobbing back, "We can do lunch at my consult then, I am way, way overdue and they'll be flagging me, if they haven't already." She doesn't look overly happy about that, lips thinning a little as she shrugs, face level once more as she levels her chin back to its regular position, "Can only avoid that for so long." Upper lip curls, Lise glancing to the side before she turns and walks to the proper exit out of the sickbay, "Hit me up with a date, Dr. Forrester, I'll bring the chow."

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