But I don't wanna be an Alien
Who: Dr. Gray, vampire_peter, the other Peters. Open to others with request on the OOC post.
What: My utter humiliation
When: After being infected
Where: The Company Clinic
Rating/Notes: There will be a lot of swearing and bitching and raging. Dr. G is not happy.
“I want to see the results of my cat scan,” I told Nurse Bonjour. The buxom blonde smiled at me and let out a small sigh. She opened her mouth to argue with me, but I didn’t want to hear it. “Look, I’m the only goddamn doctor that works in this facility. So until the MiB send in someone to help out, I’m forced to be poked and prodded by Tweedle Peter and Tweedle Petrelli - a hospice nurse and a paramedic - when I’m the neurologist, understand?”
“Dr. Gray,” she sighed again. “I’ll do my best, but you really should rest. What if the transformation happens faster when you're agitated?”
“Then it’d be a good idea to do what I want!” I glared at her and shuffled over to the bed. After I hopped back up on it, annoyed at the draft hitting my very naked ass, I waved a hand at the hermetically sealed doorway. “Well go. It’s not as if I can go out there myself. I’d love to use my tablet to read go over my tests, but K is afraid that the thing curling around my brain will use me to hack our databases.”
“I know Dr. Gray,” she said over her shoulder giving me a view of her very sweet backside. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Good, and bring me some tea!” I huffed and folded my arms across my chest. My reflection caught my attention, and with a wave of my hand and some telekinesis, I sent the mirror flying across the room where it shattered. I did not want to see my normally dark eyes glowing green.
What: My utter humiliation
When: After being infected
Where: The Company Clinic
Rating/Notes: There will be a lot of swearing and bitching and raging. Dr. G is not happy.
“I want to see the results of my cat scan,” I told Nurse Bonjour. The buxom blonde smiled at me and let out a small sigh. She opened her mouth to argue with me, but I didn’t want to hear it. “Look, I’m the only goddamn doctor that works in this facility. So until the MiB send in someone to help out, I’m forced to be poked and prodded by Tweedle Peter and Tweedle Petrelli - a hospice nurse and a paramedic - when I’m the neurologist, understand?”
“Dr. Gray,” she sighed again. “I’ll do my best, but you really should rest. What if the transformation happens faster when you're agitated?”
“Then it’d be a good idea to do what I want!” I glared at her and shuffled over to the bed. After I hopped back up on it, annoyed at the draft hitting my very naked ass, I waved a hand at the hermetically sealed doorway. “Well go. It’s not as if I can go out there myself. I’d love to use my tablet to read go over my tests, but K is afraid that the thing curling around my brain will use me to hack our databases.”
“I know Dr. Gray,” she said over her shoulder giving me a view of her very sweet backside. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Good, and bring me some tea!” I huffed and folded my arms across my chest. My reflection caught my attention, and with a wave of my hand and some telekinesis, I sent the mirror flying across the room where it shattered. I did not want to see my normally dark eyes glowing green.