Application - Dr Guy Secretan - Green Wing
A dark haired man in green scrubs and a white medical coat appears in front of the park gates, his eyes widen, he blinks a few times, then mutters to himself, “Please don’t tell me I’ve inhaled the nitrous oxide again in paediatrics.” That was Mickey Mouse, talking to him, and he wasn’t in the staff room any more. Either this was a really messed up dream, or Mac had been playing jokes with laughing gas. Guy frowned and decided to ride this one out, then kill Mac later.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
“Dr Guy Secretan, anaesthetist extraordinaire.” He would have given Mickey a grin and wink, but it seems entirely out of place with a cartoon he watched as a child.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
Guy looks distinctly unimpressed and snickers a little under his breath, “Quest? Oh, look at me, knight errand, chasing after the damsel in distress…please…” He trailed off, realising he could actually use that line.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
He smiles a little deviously, “How many of them can I waste on beautiful women? Because the first two are definitely accounted for.” Like he’d tell Mickey-bloody-Mouse his real wishes in life. Like he’d tell anyone. “And oh, I don’t know, for Mac to finally realise that I’m the brains of the operation, quite literally. Or maybe I’d use the last one to get more wishes…”
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
“I’d tell them to sod off, what do they think I am, some gullible wish machine? I didn’t get this awesome lamp by giving away stuff to cheating buggers like you, no I won’t.” The fact he’d probably be that cheating bugger didn’t bother him one bit. The fact he said he would be a good minute hence didn’t bother him either.
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
Grinning and holding his hands up to say ‘well, I can’t help it’, he responded with a cheeky grin, “I’m a doctor, you all need people like me,” With a sigh and a shrug, he added as a slight after thought, “Failing that, I can probably get my hands on enough isoflurane to send a whole load of people to sleep, so I don’t think barter will be an issue.”
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Guy laughs derisively, as if there was only one answer to this question, “Dark. Swiss. Delicious. Just like someone I know…” He trailed off a little, then realised he was flirting with either thin air, or a cat.
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
“How are any of them remotely cool? Honestly. You need to at least include a ‘me’ category, a women category and possibly a car one too. Or ‘cool little gadgets which don’t do much really, but are so cool to own?’” Guy sighs, then shrugs, “I suppose, then, humans and robots. As I’m one of the former, and the others are close enough to the latter.”
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
“Sharp? What do I look like, a surgeon?” He smirks and this time, does give Mickey a wink.
((Guy is taken from the Green Wing, after Episode 4 of Series 2, where he’s just persuaded Caroline to let him be her lodger and is only just starting to fall for her. This is.
, if you hadn't figured, Bernard/Kitty/Ponder/Beaufort.))
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
“Dr Guy Secretan, anaesthetist extraordinaire.” He would have given Mickey a grin and wink, but it seems entirely out of place with a cartoon he watched as a child.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
Guy looks distinctly unimpressed and snickers a little under his breath, “Quest? Oh, look at me, knight errand, chasing after the damsel in distress…please…” He trailed off, realising he could actually use that line.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
He smiles a little deviously, “How many of them can I waste on beautiful women? Because the first two are definitely accounted for.” Like he’d tell Mickey-bloody-Mouse his real wishes in life. Like he’d tell anyone. “And oh, I don’t know, for Mac to finally realise that I’m the brains of the operation, quite literally. Or maybe I’d use the last one to get more wishes…”
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
“I’d tell them to sod off, what do they think I am, some gullible wish machine? I didn’t get this awesome lamp by giving away stuff to cheating buggers like you, no I won’t.” The fact he’d probably be that cheating bugger didn’t bother him one bit. The fact he said he would be a good minute hence didn’t bother him either.
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
Grinning and holding his hands up to say ‘well, I can’t help it’, he responded with a cheeky grin, “I’m a doctor, you all need people like me,” With a sigh and a shrug, he added as a slight after thought, “Failing that, I can probably get my hands on enough isoflurane to send a whole load of people to sleep, so I don’t think barter will be an issue.”
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Guy laughs derisively, as if there was only one answer to this question, “Dark. Swiss. Delicious. Just like someone I know…” He trailed off a little, then realised he was flirting with either thin air, or a cat.
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
“How are any of them remotely cool? Honestly. You need to at least include a ‘me’ category, a women category and possibly a car one too. Or ‘cool little gadgets which don’t do much really, but are so cool to own?’” Guy sighs, then shrugs, “I suppose, then, humans and robots. As I’m one of the former, and the others are close enough to the latter.”
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
“Sharp? What do I look like, a surgeon?” He smirks and this time, does give Mickey a wink.
((Guy is taken from the Green Wing, after Episode 4 of Series 2, where he’s just persuaded Caroline to let him be her lodger and is only just starting to fall for her. This is.
, if you hadn't figured, Bernard/Kitty/Ponder/Beaufort.))