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| Coralyn Cardew | Feb 9 2010, 08:29 AM Post #1 |
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Coralyn poured the coffee almost on autopilot, her stare quite vacant across the galley, before stopping the flow just in time. Taking a sip of the thick dark liquid, she exhaled, collapsing into a seat. What time was it? Did it matter? She hadn’t slept in what seemed like days, but was only a taxing 24 hours. In the day she had things to do, not least keep track on Gwen who was insisting on playing a Captain’s version of hide and seek, only with more meds. She could clean and work and keep herself occupied. Now she just had her thoughts. Cora was tired and it showed. Her hair was a little lanker than it should’ve been in its meticulously tied ponytail, and her eyes were ringed with purple, looking rather at odds with the paleness of her skin. “What am I going to do?” she asked the table in front of her. No matter how often she said it out loud, the inanimate objects surrounding her had yet to pipe up with an answer. She honestly and truly had absolutely no idea what she was going to do. There was no logical way out of this one, not even countless lists of pros and cons were helping. She’d resorted to playing little bargaining games in her mind without even noticing. Her random mutterings were perhaps the best indication of said exhaustion. “Right, if the next person who comes through the door is male then I stay... and if it’s female I’ll... no, no that’s stupid there’s an unbalanced ratio.” And it’s bloody men who got you into this mess in the first place Dr. Cardew... Sighing, Cora rather unceremoniously slammed her head onto the table in sheer despair, sending a thick flow of coffee spilling across it. “Oh, oh, gorammit!” she groaned, glancing up. Should she jump up and grab a cloth? No, staying head-down on the table was the far more preferable option. Who knew, she might get some sleep... |
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| Drew Lancaster | Feb 9 2010, 12:07 PM Post #2 |
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Drew cocked an eyebrow as he made his way up and into the galley. "Oh, Coralyn, you're makin' quite the mess there, Lass." He grabbed up a towel and tossed it onto the liquid haphazardly. He didn't care much about it either. "I been lookin' fer ye." He needed to get a few things worked out with the younger doctor, things that he didn't really want to speak of. He had decent bedside manner, but when it came to situations like this...he had quite a bit less tact. |
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| Coralyn Cardew | Feb 9 2010, 01:06 PM Post #3 |
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A male voice chided her gently out of her revere. She responded automatically through the table, not an ideal form of communication. “Sorry Father, I won’t do it again.” Her mind quickly caught up with her voice. What? No! She was still on the Cressida. Opening her eyes she saw Drew hovering above her and dumping a towel over the spillage. She frantically jumped to her feet. “Oh, Dr. Lancaster! I’m so sorry Sir, I must’ve been dozing. Here, please let me.” She went to scrub the stain with as much zest as her little form could conjure. How long had he been looking for her? She should have never left the MedBay, this was beyond horrible. “Did-did you want me for something?” she asked tentatively. “If it’s about the Captain, I’ve been trying to make her lie down... o-or even sit down. Honestly, I even tried decorating biscuits with painkillers to make them look more attractive.” to no avail. |
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| Drew Lancaster | Feb 9 2010, 02:04 PM Post #4 |
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Drew chuckled before taking hold of Cora's arm and sitting her back down where she'd been. "I'll clean it up later. It seems we've got things to discuss." He waved his hand idly as he slid into the spot across from her. "No worries. I got Gwen calmed down fer the moment. Don't know how long that'll last, but it oughta last some time." He steepled his fingers, his brows furrowing. "I'm sorry I've been so difficult on you, Cora. Ye got to know, I didna mean it the way I'm sure it came off." Drew sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I ain't too personal-like. In the war, we were rough on recruits ta toughen 'em up. I kept on forgettin' you didn't know ye were goin' ta war." Sweeping a hand across his unshaven face, he eyed Cora. "I ain't gonna make yer decision for ye, but I do want ye to know - I think yer a right fine Doctor. Ain't nothin' I saw you did wrong. To put it blunt, I'd like to keep ye on the ship. But," Drew sat back, "as I said, the choice is yours." He'd said his piece. "Now...want some coffee from someplace other'n the floor?" |
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| Coralyn Cardew | Feb 10 2010, 08:33 AM Post #5 |
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Cora felt her chest tightening and her eyes well up again as she was sat back down. It was practically torture. She'd been trying almost ludicrously hard to get Drew's respect, and now he was being calm and friendly, she thought she actually preferred him when he was being brusque. It kept her focussed and driven. She didn’t want to be the weak, inexperienced doctor who couldn’t take the strain. "You're just doing your job, Sir.” she hastily corrected him. “I know you didn’t want a protégé forced on you. And if anything it's been helping. A little like being back at the Medical Academy. No mercy, you know?" she managed a weak smile that disappeared when he continued. She found herself wondering if Drew had ever killed just one man or a great deal, intentionally or otherwise. Would he do it all again, throw himself into a war, with a wife and a future ahead of them? Then the words she’d been waiting a good few weeks for came. He thought that she was a good Doctor. And she believed him. Cora savoured the moment very briefly, before interrupting frantically. “Please, please don’t. Thank you, thank you so much but please don’t.” She seemed to be saying that an awful lot recently, but it was either that or she started bawling loudly and throwing herself at his feet screaming his praises. “Let’s... let’s just drink coffee, shall we?” she wished that Drew would make her decision for her. It would take away the responsibility, not to mention the consequences. But for now, him making her coffee was the next best thing. |
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| Drew Lancaster | Feb 10 2010, 09:19 PM Post #6 |
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Drew chuckled as he got up to get them coffee, shaking his head. "You don't take compliments well, huh, Cora?" He poured a couple cups before moving back over to the table, setting one in front of her. He pulled out a flask from his pocket, pouring some in. "I'm Irish. Can't drink my coffee without it." He offered it to her with a light smile. |
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| Coralyn Cardew | Feb 11 2010, 06:01 AM Post #7 |
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Cora smiled sheepishly at his remark. “It rather depends on the compliment, who’s delivering it, and the likelihood of me believing it, Sir.” She moved her hands gratefully around the cup, not noticing til now just how cold they’d been. Her eyes narrowed a little at Drew’s flask though. After all, they might’ve been off duty, and she might be in moral conflict, but was that really any excuse for her to turn to alcohol?! “No thank you Doctor, you know I don’t dr- oh, go on then, just a little.” Apparently yes there was. Besides, after how kind Drew had been, Cora would have cheerfully downed arsenic if he'd said 'please'. What have I become? she despaired, taking a cautionary sip, waiting for the poison to overcome her. Actually, there wasn’t a dramatic difference. It made the coffee a little more fiery, a little more bitter. But for what was supposed to be the pinnacle of her moral collapse she was quite disappointed, and drained the cup out of sheer irritation. “Thank you.” She half gasped, swallowing hard. “Most different. Yes.” She coughed twice. “Perhaps it’ll help me sleep.” |
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| Drew Lancaster | Feb 12 2010, 12:52 AM Post #8 |
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“No thank you Doctor, you know I don’t dr- oh, go on then, just a little.” "Don't let me twist yer arm too much," he said with a grin. “Thank you.” She half gasped, swallowing hard. “Most different. Yes.” She coughed twice. “Perhaps it’ll help me sleep.” Drew raised his eyebrows, chuckling at how she downed the concoction. "Aye. You best hope so." He watched carefully. "That hits ya rather hard, darlin'. Best take it a bit easier next time." |
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| Coralyn Cardew | Feb 12 2010, 05:25 AM Post #9 |
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“Mmm, yes. It certainly does.” The liquid warming her bones, and making her head feel rather heavy, Coralyn tried to persevere with the issue at hand.“So tell me Dr. Lancaster.” She asked propping her chin up onto her elbows. “If you were me, what would you do?” she shook her head at the thought. “No, that’s probably rather a dramatic leap of the imagination. I’ll just pop you on the list of ‘pros’” whipping out the notebook that seemed permanently attached to her person, Cora made a little note, before sighing again and gesturing back towards the flask. This was ridiculous, no matter how many times she mulled it over, she just wasn't getting anywhere. “What does it taste like without the coffee?” her knowledge of alcohol extended to her parents cellar, galas, weddings and the celebration of Unification. |
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| Drew Lancaster | Feb 17 2010, 09:58 AM Post #10 |
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“What does it taste like without the coffee?” Drew couldn't help but chuckle. "I don't think you need ta find that out just now. Maybe next time, hm? If you stick about, I'll let you have some when we're in the black." The flask disappeared back onto his person. He was rather enjoying the show, he could already see her cheeks turning red from the scant amount of alcohol he'd given her. Well, that proved it - she had absolutely no alcohol tolerence. He made a mental note to move his stash from the medbay to his and Gwen's bunk. |
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| Coralyn Cardew | Feb 24 2010, 05:02 PM Post #11 |
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"Hmm.. I thought as much. Yes, perhaps next time." Cora said, her smile coming as close to wry as it was able to. Climbing to her feet a little shakily, she made for the door, neatly depositing two cups by the sink on her way. "I think I'd better go to bed. Either my watch must be broken or I'm keeping even sillier hours than usual. Goodnight Sir. And thank you. So much." Just before she left the galley a sudden idea struck Cora, and her tired figure spun back around. "Dr. Lancaster? W-would you please think of a number between one and five? And tell me what it is?" If she couldn't decide based on statistics or emotion that she'd go for impulsiveness for a change. It was the sort of thing that Mikhail did when she needed his advice or cheering up. |
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| Drew Lancaster | Feb 26 2010, 09:44 AM Post #12 |
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Drew cocked his eyebrows, a grin crossing his features. "Three," he said simply. Well, her mothods outside of the medbay were odd, but in, she was the most talented doctor he'd seen. There was really no other way to put it. |
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