[dr-robking]

All the lights in Miami begin to gleam Ruby, blue and green, neon too Everything looks better from above, my king Like aquamarine, oceans blue  NAME: Dr. Robert King OCCUPATION: Surgical Intern SECTION: Fuselage SURVIVAL SKILL: Medical training  MAGICAL SKILL: None REASON FOR BEING ON FLIGHT 2015: On the way back from a medical conference at Miami Central University  PERSONAL ITEM: … a pack of Magnums… PERSON OF SCIENCE/FAITH: Person of Science BIOGRAPHY: 

Dr. Robert King was barely a doctor. He was just surrounded by them at a conference where the big names threw their weight around and he had to gawk at them for the sake of networking. Though, quite a few had done some good work. He developed some serious man-crushes on some of these guys. This week, his good work was limited to the numerous hotel rooms and clubs he saw the inside of. When in Miami, right? He had plenty of time to party and experience nightlife his small English town couldn’t dream of. His accent got him a long way with the locals and besides, Rob didn’t have a big talk to give or technique to pioneer at this point in his career. He knew he’d be the second most famous Dr. King one day…

Becoming a missing person on a missing plane was not how he wanted to accomplish that, though. And it really killed the potential he had to join the Mile High club on a paid work trip. Some shrapnel may have lodged itself in his body, he may now be laid up on a shitty beach with no piña coladas or cell service, but the Magnums survived and so did he.

[hauntingly-veronika]

Summerween | Open

[hauntingly-veronika]

Well that was a rude attitude.

Especially just going with the idea being weird without a moment's thought. Had this freakishly tall man really considered it at all? Or had he simply wanted to be rude and move on?

Either way, Veronika wasn't going to let it go simply at that. "You do not even know really what I am working on. Rather ridiculous thing to say with a lack of knowledge, do you not agree?"

@dr-robking

[dr-robking]

"You're trying to plan some Scooby Doo party," he observed. He wasn't completely correct, but he didn't want to give her the impression he cared enough to get all the details right. In the party planner types, that trait was held in high value and that was the last thing he wanted to be to her. "I think I overheard enough to know. Plus, you asked me what I thought. Am I supposed to lie and save your feelings?"

@hauntingly-veronika

[dr-robking]

Anna Russell: Diagnosis || Rolilah

[delilah-mohanty]

Look, Delilah had been an intern once. She knew that the urge to do menial tasks in an attempt to run away was a strong one - there had been a time when the A&E clean utility cupboard had been like her own personal safe haven. She had screamed into pillows in the linen cupboard of the general surgery ward many, many times. But sooner or later you had to learn to stand and face the music, even when things were uncomfortable or you wanted thirty seconds to scroll on your phone.

"That's a nurse's job." Delilah pointed out, eyes narrowing slightly. When one of the nurses walked past, Delilah reached out, touching his arm gently. "Evan, could you get some pain relief for Anna Russell? It should all be prescribed. Thank you."

Task successfully delegated, she turned back to the intern - Dr. King, the badge at his lapel said.

"Is she alert and oriented now?" Delilah asked. "What time was her last seizure? And how long did it last?"

If he was assigned, he should know. It wasn't a test. Except that it maybe sort of was...

@dr-robking

[dr-robking]

Fuck, he should have done that! Instead, he scurried away to hide from the scary questions he didn't know the answer to. Rob fought the urge to curse Nurse Evan for existing at all.

"She is alert, but lethargic. They said it was this morning. Paramedics said she was coming to when they picked her up at around eight. Parents say it was longer than a minute, but she hasn't had another to time under supervision." The details tended to be fuzzy when the parents had to recount events like these.

Rob looked back to the curtain he'd just closed, hearing the comforting coos of Louise Russell and a whine from Anna. "Her headaches started a couple of days ago. They said Thursday night she complained about it, but they didn't think anything of it."

He paused a moment, after giving all the facts she'd asked for... he felt like a robot. His heart of bolts sunk before he added, "She's a really good kid. Everyone gets one free seizure without it being a big deal, right? Maybe this is that."

Rob was only suggesting it for himself. As much as he would love to be on a kick ass neurosurgery... he hoped it wasn't on this ten year old girl.

@delilah-mohanty

[hauntingly-veronika]

Summerween | Open

[hauntingly-veronika]

"Nein nein, I don't think you are understanding the request. Yes it must give a summery feel but it also needs a bit of a haunted quality. Do you understand?" Veronika asked the first employee she could find in a home decor in NTO. She was fairly sure she'd confused the person working there thoroughly.

But Veronika liked hosting little parties or gatherings for the vampires that chose to stay at the Hauntley. And even if it was a summer time event, it wouldn't be the Hauntley if there wasn't something a bit quirky or unique about the whole experience.

She had found a few items for decorating, but she had hoped that the employee there could help her out more. "Do you like Scooby Doo? There's a live action film that could-" she started to say and frowned as the employee darted off to look elsewhere. It was then that she acknowledged the extra set of eyes on her. "What? Do you think it's such a strange idea?"

[outfit]

[dr-robking]

Rob’s blood turned to ice when he recognized the vampire from Swynlake at this stupid little shop in NTO.

Why the hell was she here and how could he not interact with her?

He just needed to pick up some birthday candles for his mum, because fuck what the caregivers said he wasn’t going to not get her a cake. ‘Open flames are prohibited as they can be a risk to the patients.’ Well, he was actually a doctor so he considered his professional opinion above theirs. There just needed to be a small light in the dreary life of Katherine King, even if it was some shitty cheap candles.

All hope he had of avoiding the leech was dashed when she asked him a question. It’s like she could sniff out who didn’t want to talk to her.

“I’m sure it is. Whatever it is.” He raised his eyebrows in acknowledgment then tried to keep his head down and move through the aisle.

@hauntingly-veronika

[dr-robking]

Anna Russell: Diagnosis || Rolilah

[delilah-mohanty]

Delilah loved a medical mystery.

She was not so heartless that she didn’t see the patients as people or anything like that. So many people thought that to be a surgeon, to work in high risk care like she did, you had to separate one from the other. Patients were patients and people were people and the two never met until the surgery was long over with and the patient had made a full recovery, thus allowing them to be a person again.

Delilah did have to achieve some level of compartmentalisation — that was what allowed her to do the job in the first place. Finding the answers and enacting the solutions; that was what she loved. But what made her good at her job (or so she thought) was the ability to work holistically. To take all the pieces out of their various boxes and put them together to form one whole picture, remembering that the patient was, after all, a person.

Delilah had been given the handover for A&E consults that morning. She had seen Anna’s notes. Of course it made her think of Sienna; how could she not? But she could, at the very least, stow that away.

She was about to head into the cubicle to see them when she noticed an intern walking very quickly out of the room. Delilah sighed; she had sort of hoped this would be a senior resident case, but no matter. Stepping into his path, she asked, “Are you assigned to cubicle 4? Anna?”

@dr-robking

[dr-robking]

Rob immediately stopped in his tracks, non-slips squeaking with friction. He tried to not look so deer-in-the-headlights at Dr. Mohanty, gorgeous and genius. Fuck, it took a second longer than he wanted to stutter out a “Y-Yeah. Yes, Dr. Mohanty.

Anna Russell, ten years old, admitted after seizure activity this morning and uh, intermittent headaches.” The intern spewed out what was already in the chart. Rounds trained him to bark when told, so he did. But he hadn’t been on a neuro round yet, so he didn’t know how Mohanty did things.

He looked at her sheepishly, “I was just going to get some more meds for her pain.”

It was a nurse’s job, getting medicine, but Rob was too eager not to fetch. He wished he could stop comparing himself to a dog before the attending did it for him.

@delilah-mohanty

[joenateuser]

JACOB ELORDI via Cartier

[dr-robking]

Anna Russell: Diagnosis || Rolilah

[dr-robking]

Rob hated the pit. It was infectious with snotty noses and whiny attitudes. He especially hated the parents of the little brats who didn't listen and scraped their knees doing something stupid. The kids were bad, but try telling a parent they did something wrong...

Except, the patient he dreaded seeing the most hadn't done any of that. Her parents were saints and she was a quiet and persevering child. They checked in last night to A&E after their daughter, Anna, had an episode of convulsions after a period of time when she wasn't acting like herself. Her mother, Louise Russell, had every right to be scared. Rob, Dr. King, was shaking like a leaf before he pulled the curtain to greet the little family again.

All three of them looked up expectantly at him. The tests they ran overnight showed nothing.

He cleared his throat, "We're gonna have to do some imaging of Anna's brain to see what's going on. There's a number of things it could be, we just need tests to know more."

"So you don't know anything?" Harold, the father spoke up with minor annoyance.

"We will know more after the scans, Mr. Russell."

"Well, what could it be? Do you have any ideas?" A worried string of questions poured out of Louise while she pet little Anna's head.

Rob looked at Anna, she was so small. With her doe eyes and chubby cheeks, he couldn't comprehend her needing brain surgery. He didn't want to think about the pain she must be in now and silently bearing it.

"I think it's best you direct all of your questions to Dr. Mohanty. She's one of the best neurosurgeon we have." He was in over his head here, his intern brain wanted to jump to zebras when Anna really seemed like a horse girl. He hoped she was a horse girl.

"She needs the best neurosurgeon for just one seizure?" Panic rising in the mother's voice.

"Mummy, my head hurts." Anna whimpered under her mother's hands.

"I'll get her something for that while you wait." Louise tended to the girl and Rob slipped away to order more medication and wait for Dr. Mohanty away from the ten million worried parent questions.

@delilah-mohanty

[dr-robking]

Anna Russell: Diagnosis || Rolilah

[joy-mohanty]

Late Night || Roy

[joy-mohanty]

@joy-mohanty

"Struggles? Oh, well sometimes. Usually when a kid accidentally reveals some heartbreaking detail about their home life. It's mostly just really fun." Joy said. "I teach Reception, so it's the little kids and they're just so funny, no filter whatsoever."

She smiled.

"And it's really rewarding watching them grasp basic concepts of literacy and science."

[dr-robking]

Rob genuinely did not care to hear about little kids learning to read. Maybe because he struggled with it over a lonely dining table while football blasted on the telly and Guinness spiked the air. He resented them for having someone to care.

"I bet..." He wouldn't have been one of the kids to confide in a teacher. He didn't. Robert was unexpectedly bristled by the topic and wasn't charming enough to change topics smoothly. He just said, "So, are you excited for the movie?"

He didn't even remember the movie he got the tickets for. Some date...

@joy-mohanty

[joy-mohanty]

Late Night || Roy

[dr-robking]

He felt a little shame, going on a date to further his career. The less he thought about it the more he equated it to any other networking. Who you know (and in some cases, who you were related to) got you everywhere. Rob kept that in mind as the perky little Mohanty answered her door.

Perky and little. Very much unlike her sister who was a towering goddess of neurosurgery and the scariest person he had to pass in the hall. "Hey... yeah, that's me."

Rob waved a little, not really wanting to stoop low and hug her. "You're a lot shorter than I thought you'd be-- Not a bad thing! Just... I don't know what I was expecting."

He knew he was late. And then he practically insults her, but she probably gets that a lot... "Sorry I'm late, by the way. I just was running late with my charting and a patient had their labs get backed up. So I couldn't get out until about ten minutes ago.

Are you ready?" He leaned out to the street and held an elbow out to her to take. A nice walk to the theater in the night air would wake him up.

@joy-mohanty

[joy-mohanty]

@dr-robking

Was Joy insulted? No, not really. It was a fact she was only 5'3, so like ,what was she going to do about it? Cry?

"I actually get that a lot, I have tall personality I've been told." Joy said, before shaking her head. "Oh, it's okay! I figured as much, considering your job. My sister gets tied up late all the time, I know plans with her are tentative."

She nodded.

"Yep, all set!" She was maybe hoping for a compliment on her outfit, at least her shoes...ah but guys didn't always notice these things.

[dr-robking]

He was not the genuine compliment type. Rob braved the night air with a deep breath of it. He’d been going on fifteen hours, what was another two or three?

“That’s kinda sad,” he remarked about the tentative sister. Never mind his own sister walking out as soon as she was able. “It’s a noble cause though. Tough, but admirable.” There he was talking about Delilah Mohanty as if she placed the stars above them.

“You’re a teacher, right? That’s gotta have its own struggles.” Rob tried to open the floor to Joy. He wasn’t quite enthusiastic to be here, but it was her night at least. He’d listen to her while they walked. Tomorrow there would be more important things to remember though.

@joy-mohanty

[joy-mohanty]

Late Night || Roy

[joy-mohanty]

@dr-robking

It was definitely, technically, past Joy's bedtime. However! She took a nap when she got home from work so she was super well-rested for her hangout with Rob. Or date. Whichever it was.

She wasn't stupid, she knew from his Tinder profile that he was probably looking to fulfill the 'new connections' bit of Joy's profile vs. 'serious dating', but even so she was excited!

And anyway, it was prom season, she's got to scope out any potential dates. More than that, but after he last attempt at something failed so miserably, she feels like this has to be a better way to spend her time. Rob's a doctor! Like Gretchen! And she liked Gretchen a lot!

So anyway, Joy was ready for Rob to meet at her flat and pick her up at the agreed upon time. Aaaand she was still ready, 10 minutes later. Okay, so no big deal, he's a little late.

After a little while longer, there was finally a knock at the door.

"Hey!" Joy said, answering, totally chill with him being late and not letting that make a bad first impression. "You must be Rob, unless you're a random man knocking on my door."

[outfit]

[dr-robking]

He felt a little shame, going on a date to further his career. The less he thought about it the more he equated it to any other networking. Who you know (and in some cases, who you were related to) got you everywhere. Rob kept that in mind as the perky little Mohanty answered her door.

Perky and little. Very much unlike her sister who was a towering goddess of neurosurgery and the scariest person he had to pass in the hall. "Hey... yeah, that's me."

Rob waved a little, not really wanting to stoop low and hug her. "You're a lot shorter than I thought you'd be-- Not a bad thing! Just... I don't know what I was expecting."

He knew he was late. And then he practically insults her, but she probably gets that a lot... "Sorry I'm late, by the way. I just was running late with my charting and a patient had their labs get backed up. So I couldn't get out until about ten minutes ago.

Are you ready?" He leaned out to the street and held an elbow out to her to take. A nice walk to the theater in the night air would wake him up.

@joy-mohanty

[dr-robking]

His Lips Are Sealed || SGH Interns

[dr-spinelli]

It was weird that identifying the person who cursed them wasn't a thought on the list. Admittedly it did seem highly unlikely that the person who did it would choose to undo it, but it could still help them figure out more specifics on the curse potentially.

It was true it all majorly depended on how fused it all was and how deep it went. There were entirely different procedures to be done depending on that information.

She was a bit surprised that Dr. Avery turned his attention on her again, but at least Ashley already had an answer in mind for this. She figured it was the best solution for giving them the visualization that they needed.

"Well... I would say we would need to get an MRI. The MRI we can use to assess the soft tissue and nerves in the mouth and surrounding that area. It can also show us if there's any further damage with the muscles or cartilage. From there we could then figure out where to proceed."

@dr-robking @dr-grundler

[dr-grundler]

Gretchen felt a slap to the face as Dr. Avery turned away from her. Something angry and vicious rose in her chest. Wasn't this a Magick-friendly hospital? Shouldn't all avenues be explored before putting someone under the knife?

If they found the sorcerer, the curse could be lifted.

Or maybe they could consult another sorcerer to see if they couldn't do something about it. There were other options. Magic was as wonderful as it was mysterious, as healing as it was harmful.

"But what if it just happens again?" Gretchen blurted, cutting over the last part of Ashley's assessment.

She felt, only a little, guilty about that. It was a good assessment. And exactly what Gretchen would've said: if magic hadn't been involved.

"Dr. Grundler, this is a hospital. If our patient wanted to resolve this issue with magic, he would have."

"Well, it's not necessarily up to him is it, if--"

"Dr. Grundler," Dr. Avery rose his voice again slightly. "That's enough."

@dr-robking, @dr-spinelli

[dr-robking]

Rob felt second hand embarrassment when Grundler couldn't let it go. He didn't really care for magic one way or the other, good or evil. It was a force that he found uninteresting as it had nothing to do with him. With the childish urgency in her 'what if's', he would believe the other intern was wishing she was a sorcerer rather than a surgeon.

The tension settled somewhere between Grundler and the rest of the interns, but Dr. Avery moved on with a dazzling smile and a sigh. "Mr. Whitmer, we're gonna have Dr. Spinelli here take you up to get an MRI so we can assess how much of the soft tissue is fused together. Then she and I will formulate a game plan for your surgery. You're in good hands."

He was so charming. Rob wanted to be that likable. So likable that the entire room could watch him pick favorites and disregard differing opinions and still end up swooning over him. His peers were unbelievable. He looked at Gretchen with a sour expression.

"The rest of you, make sure the A&E is covered." He took his hand from the patient's beside and dismissed them, not giving the outside-the-box Dr. Grundler a second look.

Rob remarked on the way out, "That oughta show us for not being born into medical royalty..."

@dr-spinelli @dr-grundler

[dr-robking]

His Lips Are Sealed || SGH Interns

[dr-spinelli]

It was an exciting rounds this time. Not that most weren't exciting in that there was something new to study or review. But this time there was a unique case for them all: cursed with lips sealed together. Who got to have a case like this other places?

It would be a complicated procedure. Because if it was a curse, then simply trying to reopen his lips wouldn't work. The curse would surely work around that. But they could also find a way to beat the curse. For example if they did a lip transplant, it would be a loophole with the curse. Because the lips weren't actually Laurence's lips originally. They wouldn't then seal off again. In theory.

"Sir, wouldn't we want to get a mold of his lips so we would be able to match a new set of lips as well as we can?"

@dr-robking @dr-grundler

[dr-grundler]

This was what Gretchen was here for.

To learn everything, of course. To become the best doctor, of course. To work under the tutelage of Dr. Mohanty, TBD. But, more than all of that: she was here for the magic.

To understand how magic functioned with medicine and medicine with magic. To learn where the gaps were and close them. To be the one to close those gaps. She was hungry for it. Eager for it. But, well, magical maladies didn't come in as much as she wanted them to. She knew to expect this. Even at SGH, magical cases were a small percentage of the work load (both Magicks and magical maladies.)

Many Magicks didn't trust modern medicine. And for good reason.

Gretchen wanted to fix that too.

So, she was trying to think out of the box. Her eyes flicked over the patient as Ashley gave her input and Dr. Avery nodded.

"That will certainly be one of our first steps."

"Identify who cursed him?" Gretchen said, finally looking at the doctor.

Dr. Avery tilted his head. "No, that--isn't one of the steps."

"Why not? Whoever cursed him could undo it."

There was a pause.

"It is not usually that simple," Dr. Avery said and turned to the rest of the students. "Any other ideas?"

@dr-robking, @dr-spinelli

[dr-robking]

"Besides, whoever did it probably won't be the kind to undo it anyway." Rob pointed out with smarm. "First, we need to assess how much of the mouth was fused together. If it's just the lips, we can go with Dr. Spinelli's first steps and proceed to separate them surgically. But if it's a larger fusion, say the tongue or esophagus is involved, then there's a lot more to do than making him look pretty."

For a man so set on plastics, Robert felt the hack and slash urge of trauma surgeons. He hoped it was deeper. Getting a scalpel between layers of flesh is the purest power fantasy. Make him pretty, sure, make him talk again? Break a curse with his own gloved hands? That's real magic.

"Right, we always need to get a full assessment of the situation before beginning with any treatments. Dr. Spinelli, how would we go about determining the level of fusion?" Dr. Avery asked the other nepotism hire with a gleam in his green eyes.

Of course she'd shine under his microscope. Avery and Spinelli. Two names held in high esteem in the medical world. Disgusting. Rob lost a little respect for the man and looked to Grundler, rolling his eyes.

@dr-spinelli @dr-grundler

[dr-robking]

His Lips Are Sealed || SGH Interns

[dr-robking]

Rounds. This time Rob wasn't late and he wasn't unprepared. He held the chart while he gave the rundown on the newest patient to enter Swynlake General.

"Laurence Whitmer, twenty-seven, presenting with..." He looked to Dr. Avery for confirmation, "a curse that has literally sealed his lips together."

He looked at the poor sap, sat up in bed with the wolves circling him. A marvel to have a chance to operate on a completely magical ailment. Rob took a step back into the line of eager interns as he was done with his part of the briefing, his head still tall above the rest. He mumbled, "desperately want to know who he pissed off."

A few eye rolls and glares, but attention mainly went back to Dr. Avery, who didn't seem to catch (or care) Robert's comment.

"Yes, curses can be nasty things. But not all will affect a person's life permanently. We're gonna have you talking out of a perfect pair of lips in no time, Laurence." He pat the patient's shoulder who he looked up at him with a smile that was only in his eyes. "Now, who can tell me what our first step towards that would be?"

He waited for a thoughtful answer.

@dr-spinelli @dr-grundler

[dr-robking]

His Lips Are Sealed || SGH Interns

[dr-grundler]

A Hard Day's Night || [Spinner]

[dr-spinelli]

"Right, of course." Ashley still wasn't especially impressed by him. But she'd known him when they were little... before he went off the rails and decided that he was above other people and sports maybe. Or just above Ashley or something. Prick.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust as Rob hit on their fellow intern. "Oh quit being sleezy and get ready Rob," Ashley snapped. How many minutes had they already missed from Dr. Mitchell's rounds with this?

Ashley sighed, turning away as the other finally got changed into his scrubs. It really didn't feel fair to either her or Dr. Grundler to have to wait on him. "So you missed an explanation on the set up of A&E and the three types of rooms," Ashley added, because she didn't want to get knocked somehow for not helping if Dr. Mitchell heard otherwise.

"Are you ready to hear that or would you rather waste time hitting on a coworker some more?"

@dr-grundler @dr-robking

[dr-robking]

In their matching blues, Rob tucked his gym shorts and pullover into the spare locker which was now his. "I'm ready, I'm ready."

He was exasperated. Under all the bravado, he worked hard to get here and could hold his own against the daughter of a legend and a keen eyed transplant. The old bird breaking her hip wasn't his fault. He only thought it would earn him some memorability. At least they knew who he was if not who he was.

"What are the different rooms, then?" He met them where they were, just out of eye shot of him, and gave Dr. Grundler a silent apology.

@dr-grundler @dr-spinelli

[roasty-toasty-morake]

Gathering Information | Open

[roasty-toasty-morake]

Nuka didn't really like the way this dude was trying to alarm him more. This place was weird. That was something he had known when his mother had briefed him on the place in general.

His eyebrows shot up. "Every few months? I did read about the girl that died last year, but the statistic of that doesn't seem to be that high." He supposed there was also some article about some guy's father, but he had died outside of Swynlake.

"What happens if you step outside of town then?"

@dr-robking

[dr-robking]

"Well, the Enchantra residents get pissy and some creatures in there won't stop to talk to you about their feelings."

To Rob, he was just stating facts. The fairies had a history of 'taking it up with the board' but have been quite relaxed lately. "Some demonology student just found one out there. So I guess take your pick between that or an owlbear."

@roasty-toasty-morake