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**Wandastian Epitaph** · 08-06-2014, 03:59 AM

SPOILER!!: Schroyers

Wandastian, not being moved by such charms, noticed the new face step into the area and motioned him forward. Unfortunately, everyone was considered equal in his very professional eyes.

Equally stressed, angry, and SICK...that was.

The fellow was very caviler in his approach and that lead Wandy to make some preemptive notes on a spare bit of parchment. "May I have your full name and level, sir?"

SPOILER!!: JennMarie

Well, well, well. Wandastian had been wondering when this particular face would pop up.

"Ms. Athena Smith, what a pleasure to see you again." He was all professional grace and nicety. Healer Cresswell's assistant, as she'd called herself, dealt with the children of the building. He'd heard some whispers of her losing a child just earlier that day...

Stress. So, SO very stressed and BLINDED by her workload. Yes, yes, it was quite difficult to get on with your business and discerning your priorities when your mind was a addled with hardships and traumas. Healer Cresswell had her working in an asylum just last year.

The poor dear!

"Just follow me back, ma'am. We have a lot of work to do and hardly any time at all to do it." URGENT. It was URGENT.

SPOILER!!: Bazinga

The blond woman's tantrum had not been profoundly out of place. STRESS caused even the most level headed minds to snaps and shatter beneath the weight of their hardships.

That poor woman.

Wandastian, being the helpful gentleman he was, fully planned to write a letter to her department head, requiring her to take the potion and possibly to put her on weekly doses. He'd need to think on it a bit further.

O.O.P.S. was a nasty bit of business, you see?!

SPOILER!!: DanialRadFAN01

"Mr. Recard! I have you right here. Level 7...Games and Sports." Checking a few boxes, he snagged Mr. Recard's employee file and had a quick look see.

"She's simply suffering from O.O.P.S., a stress condition brought on by being overworked and dealing with traumas." Wandy paused and considered the fellow a bit closer. "Do you know that woman, sir'?"

08-06-2014, 03:59 AM	#48 (permalink)
Wandastian Epitaph St. Mungo's Healer Murtlap Join Date: Jul 2014 Posts: 55	SPOILER!!: Schroyers Quote: Originally Posted by Schroyers Benji strolled into the Healer and Care Station, this would be amusing wouldn't it? He already knew he was perfect and furthermore the picture of perfect health. He was Benjamin Remington II so how could he not be? Hmm? It's not like if there was something unhealthy about him, which there wouldn't be that these healers would make him change. But with his father's recent health issues and what not maybe he should? He did have Carrie now and Conan was as close to a child as Benji would ever have. So he wouldn't take this seriously, unless there was something wrong, then he might. But probably not. He stepped in and was unsure who to speak to. But come on, he was him. Which meant someone would obviously notice the devilishly handsome man in the room and ask hi if he had been seen yet. Wandastian, not being moved by such charms, noticed the new face step into the area and motioned him forward. Unfortunately, everyone was considered equal in his very professional eyes. Equally stressed, angry, and SICK...that was. The fellow was very caviler in his approach and that lead Wandy to make some preemptive notes on a spare bit of parchment. "May I have your full name and level, sir?" SPOILER!!: JennMarie Quote: Originally Posted by JennMarie Athena Smith was not one for these types of things. In fact she wasn't a fan of this at all. Walking into the healer station with a lollipop in her mouth she strode over to the, unappealing, table desk and sat on it, not even looking at who was sitting behind the big appointment book. "Athena Smith" she looked at the people around the room. "This is my floor." Were they listening to her? "My appointment time is now and this better be quick i'm a very very busy person." in other words lets get the show on the road mr! Well, well, well. Wandastian had been wondering when this particular face would pop up. "Ms. Athena Smith, what a pleasure to see you again." He was all professional grace and nicety. Healer Cresswell's assistant, as she'd called herself, dealt with the children of the building. He'd heard some whispers of her losing a child just earlier that day... Stress. So, SO very stressed and BLINDED by her workload. Yes, yes, it was quite difficult to get on with your business and discerning your priorities when your mind was a addled with hardships and traumas. Healer Cresswell had her working in an asylum just last year. The poor dear! "Just follow me back, ma'am. We have a lot of work to do and hardly any time at all to do it." URGENT. It was URGENT. SPOILER!!: Bazinga Quote: Originally Posted by Bazinga She turned hearing the mans words and looked at him like she would her children who have just pushed her to her limit. "Suffer? What the hell are you talking about? Seriously you come in here, don't know anything about me nor anyone else in this ministry and start saying I'm suffering? What I am suffering from is a headache that your ridiculous voice is giving me. There is no possible way you can say I'm suffering just from telling you that you are wasting my time. Did you get your license from a chocolate frog box?" She was never this rude, but this man had tested her limits. Looking down at her hand she glared back up at him. "An episode? What type of episode are we talking about? The type that are brought on from useless people wasting my time? Yes then I will be having one." She dropped the bottle letting it break on the floor."[/b] Wow that potion really does work I feel better already."[/b] Turning she headed out of the area, but stopped, "Thank you for your time Brad. I hope they do not bother you much longer." It wasn't his fault the annoyance was there. Now it was time to head back to her own department. Turning she left the healer station. The blond woman's tantrum had not been profoundly out of place. STRESS caused even the most level headed minds to snaps and shatter beneath the weight of their hardships. That poor woman. Wandastian, being the helpful gentleman he was, fully planned to write a letter to her department head, requiring her to take the potion and possibly to put her on weekly doses. He'd need to think on it a bit further. O.O.P.S. was a nasty bit of business, you see?! SPOILER!!: DanialRadFAN01 Quote: Originally Posted by DanialRadFAN01 Ellis had been people watching as he waited in line for the Healer to get to him but was quickly pulled out of his quiet reverie by the shouts of who appeared to be Victoria and a Healer. When she smashed the potion he had slipped into her hand onto the floor. Ellis's eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell open. What was all THAT about?? The man wasn't sure if that was something to be worried about or not but before he could think much more on it or see where she had gone, the Healer was asking for his information. "Yeah, uhh..." he said looking at the guy and pointing back at where Vic had been and the smashed potion. "Um, Ellis, Ellis Recard. Games and Sports. I know it's not my place but is that woman alright?" She wasn't sick was she? He sure as hell didn't want to catch anything if his manager hadn't taken her potion. "Mr. Recard! I have you right here. Level 7...Games and Sports." Checking a few boxes, he snagged Mr. Recard's employee file and had a quick look see. "She's simply suffering from O.O.P.S., a stress condition brought on by being overworked and dealing with traumas." Wandy paused and considered the fellow a bit closer. "Do you know that woman, sir'?" __________________