Doctor: enter the Lu [Completed]
Characters: Lucrecia Crescent
Summary: The young doctor finds herself in a strange place after a long night of drinking, and after some chatting on the message boards, runs off in utter terror at the thought of Vincent.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Saturday, Late Morning
Warnings: mention of alcoholism
Clutching a small black notebook in one hand, the strap to her canvas messenger bag with the other, a rather short woman stepped wonderingly through the gate at Vanaheim, looking around and squinting in the late morning sunlight. It was cold, and it shouldn't have been--it was spring back home, and she'd been about to start her new job. Great, late on my first day, and LOST. Hopefully Mr. Valentine won't just fire me when I get there. The wind whipped her messy hair forward as she looked toward the strange city, and it was uncomfortably cold.
She was still rather baffled by all the proceedings, and she wandered over to a nearby tree to think. Setting down her bag, she stared in amazement at the tree, reaching up with her now freed hand to grab a leaf and examine it. "This can't possibly be any known genus," she mused--she had a minor in botany, and the strange plant amazed her, until she realized it was fake, a process which took much too long for a scientist. Sitting down under the tree, in the lee of the wind, she leaned against it and examined the little black case and the various brochures, pamphlets, and flyers that had been thrust into her hands upon arrival. Carefully reading each one, Lucrecia found them to be at once fascinating and unintelligible, though that was probably due to her residual hangover. One by one, she read the material and stowed them in her messenger bag, and finally, she opened her little black case and examined it.
Finding it to be a journal, she began typing away at it for a while, and after a while she realized she needed to be exploring and trying to find her way to work, so she examined the little journal for some way of switching it off. Unsure if closing the journal would delete the post, auto-save it, or simply switch it into standby, and unwilling to lose her rather lengthy musings, the woman slipped the journal open into her messenger bag to experiment with later.
She'd posted to the message board available, hoping to find some help, and she'd be checking it regularly until someone around her knew what was going on. Now, standing and shouldering her messenger bag with the strap across her chest, Lucrecia folded her arms across her chest and went in search for someplace warm and someone with a little more knowledge than her.
Summary: The young doctor finds herself in a strange place after a long night of drinking, and after some chatting on the message boards, runs off in utter terror at the thought of Vincent.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Saturday, Late Morning
Warnings: mention of alcoholism
Clutching a small black notebook in one hand, the strap to her canvas messenger bag with the other, a rather short woman stepped wonderingly through the gate at Vanaheim, looking around and squinting in the late morning sunlight. It was cold, and it shouldn't have been--it was spring back home, and she'd been about to start her new job. Great, late on my first day, and LOST. Hopefully Mr. Valentine won't just fire me when I get there. The wind whipped her messy hair forward as she looked toward the strange city, and it was uncomfortably cold.
She was still rather baffled by all the proceedings, and she wandered over to a nearby tree to think. Setting down her bag, she stared in amazement at the tree, reaching up with her now freed hand to grab a leaf and examine it. "This can't possibly be any known genus," she mused--she had a minor in botany, and the strange plant amazed her, until she realized it was fake, a process which took much too long for a scientist. Sitting down under the tree, in the lee of the wind, she leaned against it and examined the little black case and the various brochures, pamphlets, and flyers that had been thrust into her hands upon arrival. Carefully reading each one, Lucrecia found them to be at once fascinating and unintelligible, though that was probably due to her residual hangover. One by one, she read the material and stowed them in her messenger bag, and finally, she opened her little black case and examined it.
Finding it to be a journal, she began typing away at it for a while, and after a while she realized she needed to be exploring and trying to find her way to work, so she examined the little journal for some way of switching it off. Unsure if closing the journal would delete the post, auto-save it, or simply switch it into standby, and unwilling to lose her rather lengthy musings, the woman slipped the journal open into her messenger bag to experiment with later.
She'd posted to the message board available, hoping to find some help, and she'd be checking it regularly until someone around her knew what was going on. Now, standing and shouldering her messenger bag with the strap across her chest, Lucrecia folded her arms across her chest and went in search for someplace warm and someone with a little more knowledge than her.