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.))

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[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

Sunshine looked sympathic (pretty much for the first time so far) seeing Guy take pause. "It's a lot to take in, I know. A lot of people don't even believe any of it's happening for days or even weeks. And really I don't blame them, because like I said, the place is insane. It's not actually too bad, though. Most of the time. I mean, for one thing, nobody seems to be able to die."

It maybe said a thing or two about Sunshine's world that this seemed like an important detail to give.

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"Noone can die? And yet, you still need me?" He was, for all intents and purposes, smug about that. "Or is that to deal with the mass insanity? I can put them to sleep if they get too much trouble..." He smirked just to let her know he was joking. Nobody new need to know he could be irresponsible, if not in that way.

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"Ha, no. At least, hopefully that won't be necessary. But people do get injured now and then. There was a woman here who used to live in the First Aid station, and she was fine for, well, first aid, but people do get into stupid fights sometimes and anyway she's...um. Okay, one of the less reassuring things about life here? Sometimes people just...go missing."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"Oh, great, so I'll be a stitches monkey, then." He smirked and stuffed his hands in his pockets lazily, "Missing? Well, isn't there any police, or something? People don't just go missing. Although, sometimes, it'd be useful." He paused, "Does that mean, if this is real, I get an automatic home? Is it swanky? It better be swanky..."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"If you're really lucky, you might find one that has its own restroom," she told him, mock-earnestly. "Personally, I live at my restaurant; other people live in rides or shops and things. Swanky is...probably not in the cards, unless you move in with my next-door neighbor. And he's already got a roommate."

"As for police," she paused - sticky subject. "Well. There were a couple cops who wanted to take it upon themselves to, I don't know, patrol, but then we had a town meeting and they sort of got voted down. Or, um, shouted down, really. The disappearances don't seem to be anything anyone's doing - I mean, not any of the residents. Sometimes things just...happen, and we haven't been able to figure out why. Which is unsettling, to say the least."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"You are kidding, right?" He was used to his very fancy flat, which admittedly, he needed to move out of after certain things which occured there, but he was used to having a nice place to chat up women. "So, let me get this straight, if I want a piss in the middle of the night, I have to trek across the park until I find a mens'?" He raised an eyebrow, but did quietly thing of the interesting possibilities that could end up with.

"Are you sure there's no secret creepy kidnappers? If you need one...I could find a man to take the fall for that one." If Mac was only here? What, in his halluciation? They're private, y'know. "People don't just disappear. Just like there's no such thing as an accident..."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"I'm really not, sorry. There are a fair number of bathrooms scattered around - across the park would be a bitch, the place is huge - but there's always competition for the better places." She frowned a little. "Although you might be able to argue that since you're a doctor you should get the First Aid Station. It's got actual beds, and everything, if I remember correctly."

"And I'd agree that people don't 'just disappear,' but..." she points towards the Void outside, "honestly, this place is strange. That...not-thereness is all around, and we haven't found a way to get out. Um, unless that's what the disappearances are, but people have come back and haven't remembered being gone, and it's...well, a lot of people bring up the word 'prison' at some point. We really don't know what the deal is or why we're here. At least, no one I've talked to does, or has said they do."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"Wow. Actual beds. What luxury." He would, however, lay claim to it as soon as he could. "As long as they're not the same sort of beds which would end up with other people's blood all over them, then that might be an idea." Or six. "So, what do the rest of you sleep on?" Or in. He'd take that as an answer.

Guy turns around and peers into the darkness, but his eyes hurt, and he quickly turns back, "So...we're trapped then? But some poor sod will be screaming his lungs out without me there. Or worse, have to face that serious anaesthetist that won't wear donkey masks."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

They might be exactly that kind of bed, but he could deal with that himself. "Most people improvise, put together something for themselves. There are pillows and blankets and things, if you don't mind cartoon characters all over everything. Which, honestly, you kind of have to just get used to around here."

"It's...I know it blows. I mean, we all have lives and families and responsibilities back home. There are people here who were in the middle of ... really dramatic situations when they got pulled out. It's not...wait, donkey masks?"

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"Improvisation." Guy actually knew quite a bit about that, mainly when it came to killing swans on jetskis. "I'll have to see what I can do. I'll try not to suffer too much from the cartoon characters..."

Guy raised an eyebrow, "So other people have dramatic lives? And I thought that was just me." He then pointed at his face by way of explaination, "The surgeons missed me."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

She raised an eyebrow right back. "I'm sure everyone will be too polite to mention it."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy made a vague 'harrumph' noise, "Well, that makes life boring. Also, nobody is that polite. Apart from Martin, but who'd want to be like him?"

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"Well, I don't know who Martin is, so I have no idea." She crossed her arms, mildly amused. "He's what, desperately courteous? How appalling."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"More like he has self esteem so low, I can barely see him from up here." Guy shrugged, "He's basically the reincarnation of a doormat."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"I take it from your answers that's not a problem you have, personally?" she asked, smirking a bit. "Those all get broadcast around the park, by the way, so you'll probably get other people wandering up to criticize your thoughts on robots or pirates or whatever."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"You know, they could have put a warning or disclaimer on that before I answered questions." Guy scowled and tried to figure out exactly how that affected everything, "Can they hear this now?"

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's really rude of them to kidnap and hold us in an alternate reality without giving us a proper orientation," she agreed with great seriousness.

"I don't think they can, no. Not unless they're standing nearby, obviously."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"There should at least be a handy instruction manual, or at least guide book." He should have packed his Disneyland Paris free travel guide which sort of got 'mixed in' with his other holiday plans. Zurich, it ended up being.

"Well, obviously, I know how hearing works."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"Well, there are maps," she said, and fished one out of the stands near the turnstiles to offer him. "Otherwise, this is about as close to an orientation as you get. They make you stand around here an hour or so for people to come talk to you, and if you don't actively try to kill anyone, they usually let you in after that. Hopefully during that time you get told the basics."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

He took the map and looked at it sceptically, "So there's not much of an acceptence policy? That's nice to know. Really nice to know..."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"Well, it seems to be acceptance or being thrown by invisible forces onto a train that goes out into that," indicating the Void, "and then totally disappearing. So on the whole, I'll take acceptance."