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<span style="color:#800000">''' ''(Many thanks to Bobby for RPing this with me. Thanks, Bobby!--Maer)'' '''</span> | <span style="color:#800000">''' ''(Many thanks to Bobby for RPing this with me. Thanks, Bobby!--Maer)'' '''</span> | ||
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− | I found Arden in the new med bay. | + | I found Arden in the new med bay. We actually acquired an exam/operating table along with a bright adjustable surgical lamp and managed to wrangle both aboard and install them. The med lab used to be cluttered and crowded but thanks to our expansion into the pod bay it was more open and while it still wasn't spacious, at least you didn't have to step outside change your mind. I paused in the doorway to watch Arden putter in his new lab, gauging how well it worked for him. It seemed to suit him and casting an appreciative eye over the newly remodeled space, I had to admit the job hadn't been too badly done. Pleased, I turned my eye back to our doctor.<br> |
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He wore a bright green sweater underneath his white lab coat. Dark brown jeans and low work shoes completed the outfit and catching the line of his jaw as he turned, I saw as was his usual he apparently hadn’t bothered to shave that morning. He looked to be counting boxes of medical stuff in a cabinet and then marking a tally on a hand held comp screen. His back was to me for the most part and his body hid most of his movements. He whistled tunelessly as he worked and I winced.<br> | He wore a bright green sweater underneath his white lab coat. Dark brown jeans and low work shoes completed the outfit and catching the line of his jaw as he turned, I saw as was his usual he apparently hadn’t bothered to shave that morning. He looked to be counting boxes of medical stuff in a cabinet and then marking a tally on a hand held comp screen. His back was to me for the most part and his body hid most of his movements. He whistled tunelessly as he worked and I winced.<br> | ||
"God, Arden, if you were a piano, I'd be forced to tune you," I said as I finally crossed the threshold. I automatically checked the anchor on the light overhead, remembering how it was a bitch to hang. The weld job was nice and solid, ground mirror smooth. Just the way I liked it.<br> | "God, Arden, if you were a piano, I'd be forced to tune you," I said as I finally crossed the threshold. I automatically checked the anchor on the light overhead, remembering how it was a bitch to hang. The weld job was nice and solid, ground mirror smooth. Just the way I liked it.<br> |