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| The sun beneath the sea. [open]; --Medical Pavillion, Eternal Flame | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 7 2008, 01:47 PM (86 Views) | |
| . Dr. Gareth Orloc | Apr 7 2008, 01:47 PM Post #1 |
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The morning bell found Dr. Orloc still in Eternal Flame crematorium, just beginning to feel the effects of having been awake for nearly twenty-four hours. He looked down wearily at the results of his night's work... his 'harvest', as he thought of it. Carefully preserved, with the aid of his assistant, eyes floated in jars of formaldehyde, shapely hands and singularly excellent examples sliced from those who certainly would not be needing them anymore, and would only be reduced to ash anyway. Waste not, want not, as the saying went. But there was really nothing left worth using from this crop, no good medical oddities or anomalies worth adding to his personal album of such. He recorded his take on an Audio-Vox and nodded to his assistant, that these were ready for the incinerator. The young man nodded back, hastily loading the corpses-- whole if they were, the bits all lumped together if they were in pieces, efficiency always-- onto the slabs. Orloc watched him for a moment, then left him to it. The boy could handle the clean-up perfectly well, and he needed a shower horribly. A shower, and another cup of coffee, and a magazine, and a nap before the first of his appointments. Which he really ought to have pushed back a little, it occurred to him. Thus thinking, he meandered out to the reception area, to see which, if any, of the various secretaries had arrived yet, that he could either have them re-arrange his schedule or else... Hrm, if Steinman hadn't even arrived yet-- it was hard to tell-- perhaps he might just leave a note. |
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