Application - Dr Guy Secretan - Green Wing

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

A dark haired man in green scrubs and a white medical coat appears in front of the park gates, his eyes widen, he blinks a few times, then mutters to himself, “Please don’t tell me I’ve inhaled the nitrous oxide again in paediatrics.” That was Mickey Mouse, talking to him, and he wasn’t in the staff room any more. Either this was a really messed up dream, or Mac had been playing jokes with laughing gas. Guy frowned and decided to ride this one out, then kill Mac later.



Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"

“Dr Guy Secretan, anaesthetist extraordinaire.” He would have given Mickey a grin and wink, but it seems entirely out of place with a cartoon he watched as a child.

"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.

Guy looks distinctly unimpressed and snickers a little under his breath, “Quest? Oh, look at me, knight errand, chasing after the damsel in distress…please…” He trailed off, realising he could actually use that line.

"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"

He smiles a little deviously, “How many of them can I waste on beautiful women? Because the first two are definitely accounted for.” Like he’d tell Mickey-bloody-Mouse his real wishes in life. Like he’d tell anyone. “And oh, I don’t know, for Mac to finally realise that I’m the brains of the operation, quite literally. Or maybe I’d use the last one to get more wishes…”

"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to
give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"

“I’d tell them to sod off, what do they think I am, some gullible wish machine? I didn’t get this awesome lamp by giving away stuff to cheating buggers like you, no I won’t.” The fact he’d probably be that cheating bugger didn’t bother him one bit. The fact he said he would be a good minute hence didn’t bother him either.

Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"

Grinning and holding his hands up to say ‘well, I can’t help it’, he responded with a cheeky grin, “I’m a doctor, you all need people like me,” With a sigh and a shrug, he added as a slight after thought, “Failing that, I can probably get my hands on enough isoflurane to send a whole load of people to sleep, so I don’t think barter will be an issue.”

The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"

Guy laughs derisively, as if there was only one answer to this question, “Dark. Swiss. Delicious. Just like someone I know…” He trailed off a little, then realised he was flirting with either thin air, or a cat.

"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"

“How are any of them remotely cool? Honestly. You need to at least include a ‘me’ category, a women category and possibly a car one too. Or ‘cool little gadgets which don’t do much really, but are so cool to own?’” Guy sighs, then shrugs, “I suppose, then, humans and robots. As I’m one of the former, and the others are close enough to the latter.”

"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"

“Sharp? What do I look like, a surgeon?” He smirks and this time, does give Mickey a wink.


((Guy is taken from the Green Wing, after Episode 4 of Series 2, where he’s just persuaded Caroline to let him be her lodger and is only just starting to fall for her. This is.
, if you hadn't figured, Bernard/Kitty/Ponder/Beaufort.))

Comments

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

On the one hand, he sounded really obnoxious. On the other hand, he had decent taste in chocolate. On a third hand, really really obnoxious. On a fourth hand (Sunshine was now picturing some kind of Indian deity keeping track of all this), the park needed a doctor.

She was near the gates, anyway.

"Kind of too bad if you're not a surgeon, since that'd probably be most useful. But you still have to go to school and through apprenticeship to be a...what did you say you were?"

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy scowls slightly and answers with far too much pride to be natural, "Hell, I'm better than a surgeon, they're my bitches. I'm an anaesthetist, which basically means, darlin', if it weren't for me, they'd be little more than torturers."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's been a while since we had any doctor here at all, so. Welcome." She offers her hand, and adds, "And if you actually brought any anesthesia with you you're going to be very popular in certain circles."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

After reaching over and shaking his hand with a self-satisfied grin, Guy fishes in his pockets and shakes his head, "Nope, nothing. But it's definately good to know that I'm wanted. Well, more than usual, anyway." He then realises that something is incredibly odd about this hallucination, "Wait. Why do you need a doctor here? This is my imagination, surely the doctor's already all there..."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"Why would...oh. Right. Um, sorry to have to tell you this, but you're not actually tripping out of your mind. Or, I don't know, maybe you are, although you look fine, just. There's no good way to put this, but you've just arrived in an alternate dimension."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Lovely bedside manner," Una said dryly.

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I don't have to get on with my patients." Guy shrugged, "I just put 'em to sleep."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to assume that means you're an anaesthetist. Well, I expect anyone with medical training will be welcome here. Has anyone given you the standard briefing yet?"

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"Or it could mean I'm a vet or Harold Shipman...take your pick." Guy grinned a little and replied, "You mean about this not being a halluciantion, being trapped here, and having to walk a mile in the dark to take a piss? Yeah, they have."

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Caught your name earlier, and you don't seem like the veterinary type," Una said. "Sounds like you've heard the most salient points, anyway. Any other questions?"

[lunch-princess.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh...you don't have a quest?" Orihime asked as her opening line, smiling. "But isn't being a doctor kind of like one? A quest to save other lives? Or a quest to be intelligent, failing that?" Oh well, in the event he hadn't, for whatever reason, it would hardly ruffle Orihime's good humor.

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"If you say so. But quest makes it sound so...dramatic." Guy shrugged, "Like I'm in a novella or something."

[lunch-princess.livejournal.com]

"Novella? Shouldn't we be speaking Spanish then?" Orihime asked with a polite giggle. "I thought it was more like the Matrix. But now I wonder why no one's started up a pop singing sensation group."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"Well, either that, or speaking in overused clichees." He raised an eyebrow, "I didn't know the matrix required one, to be fair..."

[lunch-princess.livejournal.com]

"Ah, no the pop singers are for the novella!" Orihime informed, then giggled to the cliche part. "We're in Disneyland, I'm sure there will be plenty of cliches."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

Barbossa was a bit drunk - a bit being the understatement of the year. It wasn't the sort of drunk that was, "oh, he just got into the rum..." or, "a few rounds to the good...", but rather need-to-lean-on-things-in-order-to-walk drunk.

Wavering on his feet, and having not listened to a word said of the intercom interview, he stared at the new man at the gates. "I don't like ye."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

That was...Captain Barbossa? Surely not. They'd been crap films anyway, but still. It must be someone in costume, although they were taking it a tad far with the smell and the drunkeness, "Nice way to greet someone, matey, reeking of rum and with platitudes like that. And Disneyland employed you? Wow, standards are slipping...or perhaps not."

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

The pirate couldn't really follow what the bloke with the long face was saying. He squinted his eyes and just stared. "What? Shut yer mouth." He swaggered on his feet, coming dangerously close to actually falling over once or twice. "Ye talk too much."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy sighed and took a cautious step over, aware that he was still a pirate, with a sword, and that he wasn't stupid. "You've had too much to drink, mate, you should go lie down." Before he had something to deal with before he'd even got the cushy accomodation.

[capn-corpse.livejournal.com]

"Been drinking before ye were born!" cried the captain, his voice only getting louder as the awkward moment progressed. He was being fussy for no reason, but the truth of the matter was it had been a long time since he'd been in a fight. "Can handle me alcohol! Ye look like a mule! An' I don't much care fer yer trousers!"

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"Well, all righty, Guy." Mickey giggled at his name. "You ready to find out which of our excitin' lands you're gonna live in?"

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy turns quickly when the mouse returns, a little surprised, "Um, I suppose, if you're the housing agency, but I kinda presumed..." He'd sort of presumed he could just go and steal the first aid station and a real bed.

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"I was thinkin' that Toon Town might be swell..."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy pulled a face, "Um, I hate to point this out, but look," he waved a hand in front of Mickey, "I'm 3-D. Not a cartoon. Slight point."

[mickey-mous.livejournal.com]

"Oh, lotsa people live in Toon Town! The Doctor, the Master, Sylar, Franziska von Karma... It's keen!" He winks at Guy. "It's where I live, you know."