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[enarms]

Hello. John Watson here.

I've met some of you already but for the rest I'd like to introduce myself as a doctor. I'm from Earth, 2012, I'm a fully qualified surgeon as of that year and familiar with medicine from that time period. If you'd rather not go to Lysa, please get in contact if you ever need medical attention. For the time being I'll be treating anyone for serious problems at the Station, but in the event of an emergency or something minor I can come to you.

Those of you I treated the other night, if you could check in that would be great.

Thanks. Hope we're all doing alright after that nightmare.




I'd also be interested to talk to anyone with medical experience about their thoughts on Lysa's methods from what they've seen so far. Cheers.

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[xwings]

It's feeling better, too.

[ poe gives a grin, running a hand through his hair. ] Thanks to you. [ is that out of five stars? because if it's out of ten, it definitely deserves more stars. ]

[enarms]

[ a small little play-salute, ]

It's almost like I practised.

[ for Many Years in Many Places. an easy smile right back, and John's ever so eager to get to the prescribed purpose of this meeting which just so happens to be - ] Right, are you going to show me to this bar then?

[xwings]

[ it's good when doctors are confident in their own abilities. but poe hasn't forgotten the purpose of this either, and john hasn't even finished speaking when poe's already turning and gesturing in one direction. ]

This way.

[ and off they go. the bar, once they arrive, is a small place, crowded and well-stocked. ]

[enarms]

Oh, nice find.

[ it's a good spot. and yeah, Poe offered first round, but John's the one headed to the bar. ]

What do you fancy?

[xwings]

Right?

[ if poe sounds impossibly pleased, that's probably because he is. he follows john to the bar. ] Just a beer. But I'm paying, remember?

[enarms]

Yeah, yeah. You get the next ones, I'll get these for you making me look good by healing nicely.

[ somebody's super pumped for alcohol and not ready to delay in a minor squabble over who's buying, hence without further delay he darts off to order and will be back after some minor difficulty in actually getting to the bar to get served with two beers. ya sure better have found a place to perch, Poe. ]

[xwings]

That's fair.

[ it's not really; poe should be the one thanking john, and he doubts john needs to prove that he's a competent doctor to anyone here. but he'll take it.

and find a place for them to sit in a corner not too far from the bar. it's not a lot of space, admittedly, but enough. ]

[enarms]

[ and sure enough, John finds him not too long later with not two, but four beers on a tray that he sets down on the pokey little table before settling in ]

Best way to avoid the queue and keep you sitting down.

[ fight him, Poe. or preferably don't and just start drinking. ]

[xwings]

That wasn't our deal. [ poe protests, but he can't quite hide the fact that he's grinning while he does it. this evening is promising to be a good one, and he will keep his weight off his leg in a show of gratitude, honestly. for at least as long as these drinks last them.

which might not be that long, given that poe's already reaching for the first one. ]

Are you gonna start a practice down here? Or more of a travelling doctor kinda gig?

[enarms]

[ that's what he likes to see. John will do the very same, scrunching his brow in appreciation of the flavours in the brew and then just getting on with it, no concern paid to appearances in the length of his swig. ]

Hmm, probably the latter. There's talk of setting something up later down the line, but I haven't got the resources or the grounding to think about it yet. Not much of a practice partner, either.

[ running his own practice has never really been on his list of life ambitions. ]

What about you? Anything down here to suit your skillset that you've seen?

[ they've not been here overly long, he doesn't necessarily expect the answer to be a plain Yes. ]

[xwings]

Not really. [ the beer is good and sitting here with john is pretty nice, but poe still finds himself sighing, serious for a moment because this is something he's been thinking about. struggling with. ]

I'm a pilot, but they're not exactly flying down here. Especially not the kind of flying I'm used to.

[ though if they were looking for someone to pilot a plane, he'd go for that in a heartbeat. airborne is almost as good as being amongst the stars, right? and he can fly anything. ]

[enarms]

[ not the kind of flying I'm used to. hm ]

The sort of thing they kept up in the hangar? [ the uh. the space vehicles. ] If nothing else, you could pop up regularly. See if they'll let you take out one of their ships every now and then if there's nothing for you down here yet.

[ because he knows how it is to be separated from the things you've assigned as your purpose, the thing you love to do, and it's very not good. ]

[xwings]

Yeah, that sort.

[ he smiles, but there's a nostalgic edge to it. ] I've already started going back. [ the days that they were actually grounded had pulled at poe, gravity feeling heavier than it is, dragging him down. ] Though none of the mobile suits they have are anything like my X-Wing.

[ and flying for fun isn't the same as flying for a cause. poe used to do both. now, there's no rebellion, no cause for him. ]

[enarms]

X-wing?

[ it's as good a conversational thread as any, and if the nostalgia inherent is anything to go by, it might be something nice both to talk and to learn about ]

[xwings]

My ship.

[ a beat, and then poe decides that it definitely bears elaborating on, both because it doesn't go without saying and because he misses flying and talking about it is at least related. he lowers his voice, leaning in. ] Space ship, that is. I used to be a pilot with the New Republic, and then with the Resistance.