multiversallogs | i ordered two coffees, one is for you

Who: Odessa Wander and you, maybe!
What: Coffee break and downtime.
Where: The Glory Shada.
When: Various points throughout the workday.
Notes: This is an open thread for those who have reason to be at the Glory Shada.
Warnings: None as of this posting. Will update if that changes.

When Odessa Wander ~~was told~~ decided she would become a surgeon, it was for a very select organisation. It meant that barring some sort of disaster - and those were known to happen - she didn't actually have to work that often. She found it dull, and never imagined she'd savour the time between surgeries.

She definitely savours it now, like the cup of coffee cradled in her hands. Working with and for the public is more hectic than she ever expected it to be. And if she were a better person, she'd actually find it to be more rewarding. At any rate, she's thankful for her pay, and that she's doing the work she loves, and that she's kept busy, but Christ she wishes she could be more selective about her cases. It's made her glad she didn't pursue working Emergency.

It can't be comfortable in those heels she's wearing, but she isn't sitting in the break room. She leans her back up against the wall, staring across the room sort of at the wall opposite her, but also past it. If uncertainty were a palpable feeling, it would be properly radiating from her. Beyond obviously wool gathering, however, she takes great care to ensure that she doesn't appear to be outwardly sulking.

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It's a testament to Odessa's sentiment that it's taken most of Benevenuta's day to day colleagues several days to realize that she isn't blonde any more and that that does mean she changed something. Given they do work in Emergency, it's not anything she's especially inclined to take personally, and it's hard to expect a minor style change to register when one of your other colleagues changes color with the weather temperature and pressure. Successfully inuring yourself against startling at that in surgery (or even registering it) tends to have a flow on effect.

--and it's not exactly her own highest priority, witness: "Is that a fresh pot?" Coffee is much more immediately important than aesthetics or even 'who it is she just asked about the coffee'.

Doctor Bernát, is at least recognised as one of Odessa's colleagues. Admittedly, striding into the breakroom and not looking lost is a big tip off on that front, for the most part. "Ah, yeah," the blonde chimes in affirmation. "Just made it."

After a brief second, she offers her ice breaker, "I like your hair. That colour suits you perfectly." An compliment paid that might make her seem more observant than she really deserves to be seen.

"Ah-- thank you," with a smile that has a genuinely warm ease, even if it comes slightly frazzled over the just-poured cup of (black, sugarless) coffee that she evidently simply cannot go on without. "The new stylist in Howl Barrow. Very nice." Supporting their fellow cohort members and skipping the awkward roots stage of going back to her natural colour; it's a nice arrangement.

"Vanessza," she says, after a moment, "I don't think we've properly introduced." Their paths have crossed enough that she knows 'Doctor Wander', but it's not exactly been casual chat territory.

"Odessa," she offers with returned warmth. "Howl Barrow, eh? I'll have to check it out." She absently smooths her hands over tied back hair, checking by feel to assure none of it has fallen out of place. "Been thinking about going red myself."

Taking a sip of her coffee, her eyes lid for a moment as she savours the heat that briefly runs through her. "Busy day so far?"

The rhyming scheme of their names gets a fleeting smile - that's cute - even if she refrains from actually feeling the need to point it out. Coffee in hand, she sinks down into one of the chairs around one of the break room tables and doesn't quite sprawl, one foot tucked back and the other out in front of her.

"It's a day," she says, wryly, which says all it needs to, really. "There was a bleed-through accident at some obscene hour this morning, I got called in, Emergency was chaos for hours."

She's finally getting that second morning coffee, apparently.

A sympathetic grimace. "Well, that's a lovely way to get things started." Yikes. "I don't want to say things have been quiet in General Surgery, but at least in comparison... It's a more scheduled sort of chaos." And Odessa refuses to check her watch and see how long she has before the next bit of that.

“My last job, before Baedal, I was doing general practise at a non-profit, so...” A little laugh. “A little less fraught, but um. Not much.” Non-profit is a different kind of fraught, at least; she's mentioned to Rex that the work at the Glory Shada feels, often, like the kind of thing she'd have liked to be doing there. With these resources and the real support that they have in terms of what they can offer their patients--

--it's a seductive part of a fascinating city, for her, but she keeps the Militia broadcasts firmly in mind every time she catches herself dwelling too long on the Glory Shada vs her previous experiences in the medical profession. One good thing does not a utopia make.

The Militia truly just makes this city feel even more like home. Which is not a point in its favour. She desperately longed to escape for a reason. But so far, she gets paid to do what she loves, the military and the government aren't breathing down her neck to come work for them, and she hasn't got a list of enemies as long as her arm. There are some definite improvements.

"I know what you mean. I used to run an underground clinic for refugees. This? Having funding? It's nice."

“Respect,” Benevenuta adds, breathing deeply over her coffee mug. “The support we get, to give to our patients...” Demanding it is one thing, and for all that she's so mild-mannered she's been doing that for years; actually getting it is another story, and getting it without a fight, even.

“A full night's sleep would be nice, too, though.”

Respect isn't something Odessa's terribly used to receiving. She doesn't demand it from anyone, either. She just makes do with what she has. Her brows come together when she realises she doesn't really like what that says about her. But she agrees, "It's important."

She smiles a bit wryly at the notion of sleeping through the night. "I'm one of those burn the candle at both ends types. Always have been. I'm sure that'll start catching up to me sooner rather than later. I'm going to enjoy it while I'm still young. For now, naps in the utility closet will do."

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