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Post by demikara on Sept 3, 2018 17:57:45 GMT -6
For once the precinct was relatively quiet. Or at least, her corner of it was, and she was handling some paperwork related to her latest case. This one hadn't been a warden involved one, but they weren't only on the warden involved cases. Focused on her paperwork, and refusing to think of anything else, especially her impending doom involving the fae court and being required to go there and have an actual guardian and crap. She was hoping that could be put off as long as possible. Everything she could think of to put it off was being used. Currently, that everything was that an old one was at large and she was needed here. She'd figure something out for the next bit later. Maybe a family emergency? Maybe she could just...stop being here. There had been a time where she kept phasing through things by accident. She could mimic that for sure.
Either way, so long as she was here and was needed here, she'd not have to go to the court of a people whom she may be genetically, but frankly, she was still culturally human and as far as she was concerned she was human, never mind the inability to lie thing, among other things. Right now though. Paperwork. Paperwork was the bane of being in MCU. There was paperwork for everything. She was pretty sure there was probably paperwork for requisitioning a stapler. Molly had just brought her own, evidence by the fact that it was decorated like a strawberry.
There was not much regulation about her desk. Perps didn't get to see it, so she didn't see any point in pretending to be Super Serious. The Marine Boy, circa 1968, figurine on her toy, including a small Splasher the dolphin figurine that the old one sometimes 'rode.' She had no doubt no one else even remembered it, but it was one of the first color cartoons she remembered watching, and the toy had traveled with her since she was, well, a little kid. She didn't play with it at work though! Much. And never when anyone else was even here at all.
It really didn't work for an 'adult' to play with kid toys. Now it was acceptable to had an action figure or two on your desk though, so she did, along with a host of other small touches.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 3, 2018 18:37:18 GMT -6
First days were an almost universally arduous thing for humans. Nes scents, sounds, imprrssions, and interactions providing their own new, and inherent stresses, and worries, not to mention the occasional dredging up of old baggages. Cheyenne Richter, the newly appointed "Doctor" for the Dallas branch of the MCU had, quite foolishly, thought herself above such petty concerns though. Somehow convinherself rsrlf her stoic philosophies would shield her. They didn't.
With each echoing clack of her sensible heels a tiny knife of anxiety chipped at her core.
She'd never done this kind of work - hands on care, and treatment of individuals was, more or less, forgien to her. She had the skillset of course, in fact her talents went above, and beyond the average herbologist, and she touted a decade long reputation in one of Seattle's finest apothicaries. Or used to, anyway. Cheyenne was loath to mention her tenure, and eventual ownership of The Hag's End, even on a resume. Something about singlehandedly driving it into a bankruptcy, and closure so shameful she felt the need to relocate halfway across the country made it feel empty.
It made for an awkward interview, and memories of the tense sit down flooded her mind as she approached the bullpen. "What good is dwelling in the past," she tried to remind herself. It didn't help much.
Neither did how empty the precinct seemed to be. She'd been lead to believe it was a bustling-if-not-chaotic environment, but as her pale green eyes swept over the first few rows of desks it more closely resembled a ghosttown. Part of her couldn't help but internalize it which only served to make her more nervous. Nobody liked doctors, or physicals, and the people who'd hired her painted a clear picture of just how "lax" medical care had been around here. It wouldn't surprise her if most everyone had called in sick, ironically enough.
Still, she had a job to do, and stepping in to the bullpen proper she cleared her throat quite loudly to announce herself. After all, someone could be there in the throng of desks, and papers.
"Is there a...Molly Bronson present," she called, her voice soft in tone, but noticeably dull on the emotional range. "Detective Bronson, actually."
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Post by demikara on Sept 3, 2018 18:45:57 GMT -6
Molly blinked and turned at her desk, then stood. "Hello?" Someone was looking for her. Seemed kind of quiet too. Molly stood and made her way over, just in case it was work stuff. "I'm Detective Bronson." Sergeant really, but she was detective more than anything else. "What can I help you with ma'am?" She had not been briefed on any new personnel, nor had she happened to overhear anything while being a place she should probably not be. It wasn't her fault that only the Warden's office was properly warded, if annoyingly so. The last sting from that ward had convinced her not to bother it anymore. Besides, if she read it right, messing with it more than the gentle viewing she had been doing and the careful prodding would result in Nasty Consequences that she did not want to be bothered with.
Still, she hadn't expected anybody to come looking for her. This must be able a new case of some sort. Given er reputation is either involved someone breaking into something, or a small child. No one else in the office could handle being near small kids, as far as Molly could tell. They were wimps though. Molly towered over the other by a solid foot plus some, and she tried to make herself seem smaller so the other wouldn't be too intimidated. She knew she was, well, tall, but it was the height she had chosen and it definitely had it's advantages.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 5, 2018 17:19:43 GMT -6
Utterly dwarved by Molly, the newcomer almost looked like a teenager in comparison. Clocking in at only 5'5" her nose was more or less chest-level with the Amazonian, forcing her to crane her neck back uncomfortably for a better view. Cheyenne took a second to just stare at Molly before quickly crushing her clipboard against her wrinkled, charcoal suit so it couldn't be read by the other. It wasn't meant to be rude, or her stare gawk-y, though both probably seemed it, they were in fact the opposite. The clipboard had a list of paitents she was to see today, and immediately a dozen formulae were racing through the physician's mind as she seemed to zone out. Generally speaking she tended to serve stock humans, hedge witches, Wiccan wannabes, and the occasionally banged up werewolf. Not looking giantesses, she'd have to adjust a lot of her recipes, and the need for such formal exams was starting to make more sense.
They told her to expect anything, and she sure thought she had. Thought being the keyword.
"Uh, yes.." she stumbled, finally realizing just how rude she was being with a long over-due blink. "I am Cheyenne Richter, Herbologist, and Runic magus..." She extended her hand for a handshake, though at a rather vertical incline for her first patient's comfort. "..And interim Chief Medical Officer. You're my first exam of my first day, Ms.Bronson."
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Post by demikara on Sept 6, 2018 16:40:21 GMT -6
Molly paused and then laughed and adjusted her glamour slightly, so she was closer to six foot. Her pants were a little long now, but hey. She was one of the few who could do completely physical glamours like this. There were bound to be draw backs. She shook the others hand. "Sorry. I can be a little intimidating at my preferred height." The other looked scared shitless. "Molly Bronson, sergeant, planeswalker and ward breaker. And they've been attempting to get me to get a physical for fifteen years now. Good luck." With that she turned her back on the other, and went to her desk, growing as she did so back to her previous height.
The sergeant was not about to make this remotely easy on the other, cute as she was. But hey, at least this one was cute. Not that the other would have gotten much regardless. Molly's glamour was incredibly impressive and she had studied the human body extensively so she would get everything right. She was 67, she had more than enough time to learn the human body very, very well and improve her glamour. Once she had realized that she could rig the physical results, she had simple stopped going and quietly dared anyone to try a damn thing. There may be another wards breaker in Dallas, but there wasn't in Dallas MCU and ward breakers tended to be independent so they could play both sides of the law. Molly played mostly nice.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 6, 2018 17:04:31 GMT -6
Cheyenne was more than a little stunned when the sergeant simply turned, and walked away. She didn't expect to command any authority herself on the first day, who would? But she did expect her office, or at least the ordered examination from...Whoever it was exactly that ordered them, to be. Hopefully it was just this one officer, she was used to be people having an aversion to doctor-doctors, but..
"Uh, e-excuse me," she called, taking a hesitant step towards Molly's desk. "These aren't optional, sergeant, and everybody's slated for one.."
Cheyenne doubted that would make a difference, but moved a little closer anway. She highly doubted her ability to drag the jolly giantess to her office, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try. A few less-than-cordial rune ideas flitted through her mind, just in case. She absolutely loathed forcing people in any capacity that wasn't job-mandated. "If it helps I'm not a traditional physician, there won't be any head-turning, and coughing. And the aim isn't to be invasive, I simply need detailed, accurate physiological information."
That sounded far too clinical to her, and she sighed, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear in the process.
"Look, it's my first day. All you'll have to do is stand on some runes, you'll be in, and out in no time."
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Post by demikara on Sept 6, 2018 17:10:55 GMT -6
"Uh huh." Molly snorted. "And your runes will pick up my glamour, which is useless medical information, or I'll destroy the notes taken if they don't." She shrugged amused. "What's under the glamour is private and I've yet to meet the healing anything that does anything but see the glamour. Go to the next person on your list. Save us both some time." She said simply and then grinned and winked. "I'll take care fo the paperwork and everything." Might as well flirt with the pretty doctor after all. Her Lorn was long passed at this point, so she was open to flirting. And no one would complain so long as she kept it polite.
Molly took her sat and grabbed her latest folder and a clipboard, propping her feet up on her desk as she went back to her paperwork. In her experience, that usually served to get the doctor to give up again. This one was new, but hey, as Molly promised, she'd take care of the paperwork, overnight, when the doctor was out. The Dallas wards were decent, and she left them in tact politely, but they still sucked when you could just walk through planes and cheat.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 6, 2018 17:28:57 GMT -6
It was becoming startlingly apparent that sergeant Bronson was simply not going to comply. She was clearly very willfull, and how someone with such a disdain for procedure became an officer was beyond Cheyenne. Frustrated, she wracked her brain for any kind of solution, or angle that might work. A few paralytic runes on an unsuspecting person would definitely work, and the herbologist had no qualms about dragging a frozen person through the building like a sack of potatoes. That just wasn't the first impression she wanted.
Though it may very well have been the one she needed here.
Giving it one more try she shuffled just behind Molly's chair, hands on her hips. "I get the desire for privacy, believe me. I'd balk at this too. But it is nessicary. How can I tailor any kind of brew to your body, and your needs if I have no clue about either? If you want I'll set up privacy screens around the examination area, and my office should be well warded.." It wasn't exactly a lie, her office was indeed supposed to be heavily warded for sound, sight, and scrying. It just wasn't yet.
"I won't even need to be close, you can drop your glamour, allow the runes to do their work, and then pop it right back. I'll have a confidential analysis, and nothing more. A block of stats - not a photo."
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Post by demikara on Sept 6, 2018 17:40:44 GMT -6
Molly sighed heavily and put the folder and clipboard down, then spun to look at the doctor. "Tell you what. If I can't get through the wards on your office, I'll play nice, given the screen and having my race and age blocked out." The doctor was new. This was going to be fun and easy and she'd get it over with. "If I can get through then you'll just use last years results and update the date." Molly was pretty sure she even had a photocopy with the date blanked out somewhere around here.
The other likely had no idea that Molly was playing very dirty pool on this one. Still, the doctor was new. "And when I get hurt, I usually retreat home to lick my wounds in private, promise." Molly gave her a winning smile. She had managed to avoid doing anything else, rather miraculously, for years. The most the doctors here had ever gotten was first aid on her glamour. The damn thing stayed up while she was sleeping for the most part. It took a combination of strong magic and bad luck for it to drop and even then it was at least partially willingly, because of how she had constructed it. "You can't exactly treat me through the glamour at all anyway, and it doesn't come down."
She held out a hand amused. "Check the pulse even. And please keep in mind my arm is not actually long enough to go to my wrist." she was tiny in her natural form. Molly much preferred being ridiculously tall to being small.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 6, 2018 17:59:36 GMT -6
Cheyenne gave a genuine smile of relief, she really hadn't expected that Hail Mary to work, but she'd take it. Caveat, and all. Can't get past what wasn't there anyway, right? "Thank you Sergeant, you don't understand how important this is. I can't do more than generic shotgun potions without this, and I'm not limited to mending brews only."
Herbology was an extremely diverse field, capable of a nearly endless results, much of which could make an investigator's life easier. Working her runic abilities in tandem with growing, preparation, and even the vials she produced only expanded on that.
The glamour interested her greatly though, especially as it seemed to function almost like an exosuit from a Sci Fi novel. The doctor wondered if she'd need to balance concotions for both. "You have a deal," she chirped, now in a much better mood. She was also quite willing to debate the semantics of it once she had Molly in her office. "As for your pulse, I hardly need that, but.." Indulging her curiosity she took the women's wrist, her nimble fingers expertly seeking out a heartbeat. "Huh, feels real enough. Can't say I've done much work with complex glamours.."
Pulling back she turned, gesturing the way for Molly. She wasn't stupid enough to turn her back on this patient. "After you, Sergeant."
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Post by demikara on Sept 6, 2018 18:09:39 GMT -6
"Most glamours are mere illusions." Molly stood, not bothering to adjust her height this time. "Mine are much better than that." She gleefully had read about all the things that were 'impossible' when it came to glamours once she had gotten to MCU. It had been a hilarious document. Patently false, but funny reading at all. The gentle giantess was always amused by how many limits people willingly put on their magic. Oh some limits were hard ones, yeah, but not all of them.
She led the way to the med hall and then glanced down it. "...you know." She twitched her fingers by her eyes and snorted. "You don't have any wards up at all." Molly made her way closer and checked the doctor's office specifically. "Cabinets are still warded though, so we'll count that." She offered, rather generously. A few more twitches of her fingers, rather rapidly, and Molly reached through the filing cabinet door and pulled out a file she had tagged previously. It had her name on it. The planeswalker held it up amused. "I'll go make that copy then. I imagine I'll have to have the signature blanked out too, since I can't keep using the previous doctor's." They had a new doctor after all, and this one thought she could pull a fast one over Molly.
That was not happening. Clever of the doctor to try a word game with her, but there were still some wards to get through...the old medical files.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 6, 2018 19:56:26 GMT -6
The most noticeable thing about the long neglected office was its current, chaotic state. Somehow worse than all the cobwebs, and thicl dust of her predecessor, Cheyenne had moving boxes stacked as far as the eye could see. Mostly cardboard, compromised of random sizes, and brands with hastily scrawled "lables" in sharpie on the sides they were piled up absolutely everywhere. If one were to look closely enough, and was able to decipher what resembled classic doctor's chicken-scratch, they'd notice a fair amount of them contained personal effects and not professional.
The tacky old brown leather couch, haphazardly shoved in a corner, really hammered the point home. It showed signs of being slept on, and very recently at that.
Cheyenne seemed to blissfully ignore it all as she filed in behind Molly, so sure of her little gambit. That confidence ended the second she heard about the cabinets though. Even she didn't know they were still warded, having been far too focused on setting up the examination area to bother to ask about the individual objects of her predecessor's. As the show-off of a sergeant rifled through the damned thing for her own file the doctor stalked over to her desk in defeat. She couldn't really protest the outcome - she was the one attempting to cheat after all - no matter how much she wanted to. It was crucial to get these exams done, not only for the well-being of the MCU officers.
This sort of shenanigan was exactly why the former doctor was former.
To make matters worse Cheyenne's on views were in the way as well. Compulsion was abhorrent enough as it directly contradicted free will, but outright force? That was, in her book, broaching a violation of the sanctity of life. She offered Molly a dejected sigh, although the more devious sections of her brain were still working over time. "Very well, you've got me there. A deal is a deal, and fair is fair.."
That's when it hit her, she could uphold the deal alright - right to Molly's detriment.
"However," a coy smile formed, although she did her best to hide it. "When asked how the examination went by my superiors I'm contractually obligated to be truthful." This time it wasn't a lie at all, although she highly doubted anyone would ever bother to actually inquire. "I'm sure the Council won't mind an officer falsifying their own records for over a decade, yeah?"
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Post by demikara on Sept 6, 2018 20:04:41 GMT -6
Molly paused, and put the file down. Well, fuck. She was in enough trouble with the council right now. Or rather enough trouble with the warden and the fae Court and she did not need more attention. The doctor may be new but she knew how to play the game. Fine, the sergeant would play along. She have been outsmarted and could recognize that. She wasn't too pleased about it, of course, but she could play along with the best of them, and it was her fault for engaging in the first place. Next year, the doctor would not find her and her file would just miraculously be updated again. There were enough people here for that to probably work.
"Okay fine. But. I will need a privacy screen up. And my race and age will not be visible." She could always get rid of the results if she needed to do so or just put in another fake one. The doctor might have won this round but she had not won the war. Besides, now Molly could warn everybody else there was a doctor again. That just meant that everybody else would be prepared to give the doctor a hard time. There was a reason that doctors who tried to do more than slap on bandages tended not to last in Dallas. The entire office would give the doctor on hell of a hard time trying to track them down for physicals. Molly had little to no doubt that basically everyone's files were at least partially forged.
Though... Molly's results would not likely last either way. It was bad enough the warden knew her secret and the fae queen did as well. The idea of some human doctor knowing, was terrible. Frankly, Molly had great plans to disappear her file. After all, unless the words were set by Rahal there was no way that they could keep her out. Or at least, not that she had encountered, though Catherine had been getting disturbingly good at setting wards as well. Practice, Molly supposed, and the other had been layering in traps for any wardbreakers, aka Molly, curious enough to try and break through. Sure she could maybe slip through the planes and end up in the other's office, maybe, but with the traps there, Molly didn't want to chance it. Besides, doing so always left her ravenous. Just getting through the cabinet the short way like that, largely to show off, had left her hungry enough that she'd probably end up nibbling something at her desk.
That was the problem with magic. It took energy like nothing else and always left you hungry. Fat magic users may exist, but Molly had never seen them. Dangerously stick thin, yes. But fat? Not so much, unless they did very little magic at all.
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Post by Resident Demonolater on Sept 8, 2018 17:18:29 GMT -6
Though she was relieved her little bluff worked, Cheyenne felt slimey in all honesty. A sudden gnawing desire for a shower gripped her, but that would have to wait. She wanted to get this done before the other woman changed her mind, and to that end she got up from the crappy, backless "doctor's" chair. That thing had to go, partly for comfort, but mostly as an excuse to blow a sizeable chunk of her first paycheck on "essential" furniture. "Alright Ms. Bronson, I promise this will be painless, and the least invasive-feeling examination you've ever had. Let me just find a screen or four..."
Casting a quick glance around she realised that was almost as much of an uphill battle as getting Molly there at all. The whole room was such a disaster, and most things were obstructed by boxes.
"First days, right," Cheyenne sighed. "Not that my predecessor left me much. You guys seemed to have done quite a number on his psyche." From what she had gathered Dr. Stahls had burned the vast majority of his equipment in the back parkinglot before leaving. She'd laughed when the interviewer told her the gist of his tenure. "No workplace can be that stressful," was her exact response. Open mouth, insert a giantess' foot it seemed.
She went over to a massive stack of boxes taller than she was, eyeing it up and down. "You, uh..You can't conjure some kind of privacy screens, can you? Or levitate boxes Disney style.."
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Post by demikara on Sept 8, 2018 17:25:32 GMT -6
Molly stared in disbelief. "I don't do conjuring or levitation, no. I can do illusions and some space-time." Some. "But mostly protection magic." And breaking it. The other was especially useless wasn't she? Great. "No screen, no scan." She was firm on that. No one needed to see her natural form as far as she was concerned. She also wasn't about to mention the small medical bay with it's three beds and the curtains between them. If this lady hadn't actually unpacked and taken care of her business, Molly wasn't going to make it an ounce easier on her. Physicals could have waited for the office to at least be mostly put together after all, that was just common sense.
She paused and grinned wickedly. "We can always reschedule." Molly would just be double booked. Casework came first, clearly, no helping that. The doctor would have to understand and would, eventually, give up. Stahls had. Or he had been driven nuts. the bonfire had been fun though; Molly had brought marshmallows for the roasting and sung a campfire song with the poor man. Being the lone doctor for MCU Dallas was probably too much for the man. She had never been an easy patient and she knew already that no one on her team was. Well, maybe Boyuan, but Molly had never actually seen the other injured more than a small scratch. Despite the nature of their work, her team tended to be relatively injury free. Or when they were injured they warranted a full hospital stay. There were really only the two extremes.
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