sexy doctor in the house. ..wait, where?

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

So, Guy was in the park, and judging by the women he'd met so far and the fact that no patient of his could ever die, was quite enthusiastic about it. Sure, there was no Caroline or Mac, but there was also no Sue White, no Martin, no...Joanna. Instead, there were lots of sexy ladies, and...seemingly his competition was a lot of characters from Pirates of the Carribean and Doctor Who. Well, there was no Johnny Depp, from what he could see so far, so he was alright there.

He found his way to the First Aid Station, had a quick search through the medical supplies to see what he had to work with, then went and found himself a bed, where he promptly set about recalibrating his 'Sexy Ladies of the Hospital' league table on his Blackberry for 'Sexy Ladies of the Park', adding extra catagories for 'exotic dimensions/planets' and 'time period's social standards'.

Then he thought he better inform the good, sexy, people of the park that there was a doctor around again. He wrote up a note, and upon finding the bulletin board, set about the search for food.



Hello!

I'm Dr Guy Secretan, and I've just arrived here. I'm new, I'm dangerous, I'm awesome, you know the drill. Anyway, I was told there was no other doctor here, and that I could take up residence in the First Aid Station, which I did.

So. I would tell you what times I'll be avaliable and whatnot in case you are sick/injured/severely in need of some hot medically qualified lovin' and need to find me. Unfortunately, the concept of time hasn't reached this poor corner of the universe, so I'll say that I'll be around from sunrise to sunset. If you want me after sunset, you better be a) very, very hot, b) prepared to face an angry doctor, or c) in a severe emergency. Also, if I'm on lunch, you can all wait.

If any lucky ladies want to show me around the park, so I don't get lost, send me a letter, or just pop over to the First Aid Station. Or Wait, question, can I ring someone else's mobile within the park with mine?


((Oh, and if there's popular demand...I will begin to construct Guy's table of women in the park and I'll put it in his journal. XP))

Comments

Posted on the board in reply

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

In neat schoolroom block handwriting, and unsigned:

Mobiles don't work here, but you will find a land line within the First Aid station that does. Good luck finding a directory, however.

What's in it for the lady who shows you around the park, then?

Not that Una had any intention of doing any such thing, but she was feeling the urge to bait somebody, and this seemed like a reasonably good opportunity.

Re: Posted on the board in reply

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

After finding an apple to munch on, Guy returns to the board and spots that someone has written on it. He smirks to himself and writes in reply,

Well, that would depend on who this lady was, but essentially, it's negotiable. Many women would just settle for spending time with me. It's all a matter of perspective.

Who, may I ask, is this?

You could virtually read the leer.

Re: Posted on the board in reply

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

Where does perspective enter into it, may I ask?

The note is still (somewhat pointedly) unsigned, but it's clearly the same neat block handwriting. Same colour ink, too.

((Yes plz to the table. ~_^))

Re: Posted on the board in reply

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Perspective on what your tour is worth, I suppose.

Seriously, who is this?

Re: Posted on the board in reply

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

Well, now I'm just confused. To clarify: are you saying, in effect, that the lady may essentially set the price for her valuable time? That if the simple pleasure of your company is not sufficient compensation, she might request more?

Still no signature.

Re: Posted on the board in reply

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Well, in a sense. But if it's more than I'm prepared to pay...there would have to be negotiations. Lots of long, heated negotiations might be necessary.

Re: Posted on the board in reply

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

"Long, heated"—Oh, now you're not even being subtle.

Re: Posted on the board in reply

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

I didn't think I was being very subtle in the first place. Start as you mean to carry on and so forth.

Re: Posted on the board in reply

[una-harlequin.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose you weren't. Still, that was an exceptionally blatant double-entendre.

Good luck, Dr Secretan.

Nope, still no signature. She did wonder, as she walked away, if he had the sense to stake out the board to see who the respondent was; it was what she'd have done.

Also posted on the board

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

Dangerous, huh?

Re: Also posted on the board

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

I have drugs, scalpels, I routinely take people's lives in my hand. I'm dangerous.

Guy, having clued up on anonymous posters, since the first one, replies, then waits around to see who comes back.

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

Caught out approaching the board, Sunshine just grinned unrepentantly and read the reply message. "Wow, that's...terrifying, really. And faintly reminicient of Jack the Ripper."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy smirked and walked up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder in an 'intimidating' fashion, "Good job I'm only joking. In the most part. You decide where." He does, for the sake of not appearing creepy and scaring every woman away, remove his hand, as he was actually, just joking.

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

She raised her eyebrows. Probably a good thing that hand got moved in short order.

"I decide where what? Where you're joking? Can it be about the threatening use of drugs and/or scalpels, please? And maybe also about 'medically qualified lovin'?'"

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy leaned on the noticeboard and smiled at her, "Right on the first two, at least. And the last one's perfectly legitimate." He shrugged, "Don't you worry, though, I'm perfectly professional." He was, too, apart from when it came to surgery...but they couldn't see you then. Oh, and stabbing Martin in the leg with botox. But essentially, he didn't hit on patients, and that was his definition of professional for now.

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh. You know, some might say that posting an announcement of your sexual availability isn't the best way to impress women. Although," she looked thoughtful for a moment, "It's been a while since anyone's tried it. At least a few months, I'd say. Maybe you'll get some takers."

"Or maybe you'll just get harassed by the dinosaur."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but for every some that might say that, there's another group of some who'd jump at the chance. They're the ones I'm after." The sort with little self respect. His train of thought was stopped in his tracks, "A dinosaur? Is this a really old lady, or an actual dinosaur?" Well, if there was Doctor Who and Captain Barbossa...Jurassic Park was a classic. An awful classic, but never the less.

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"Ah, the desperate ones," Sunshine said, nodding. "Good luck on that. I mean, given your level of dangerousness and the number of weird people around here, I'd be worried with who might be interested, and exactly why, for what fell purpose. But hey, you've got a sense of adventure."

"You haven't seen the T-Rex yet? He's actually sort of sweet. Given to making loud speeches about total non-sequiturs, in between stomping on buildings."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"I like a sense of danger with my women, I'm alright. Then again, what's with all the tv enthusiasts. Like that guy who dressed up like Captain Barbossa?" That was one thing that baffled him. Nearly as much as this T-Rex thing, "He's...an actual, full sized dinosaur. That talks? And is kind of sweet? This gets weirder and weirder."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"You can't even begin to imagine."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"Part of me is thinking I shouldn't even try to start."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

Sunshine nodded sagely. "Probably best to take it as it comes. Try to acquire some of the bootleg liquor that gets passed around, just to be prepared."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy raised an eyebrow, "How likely is it to blind me, though? Is this the sort of bootleg I should do chemical tests on before even attempting to drink?"

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"Very possibly. I guess it just depends on how open you are to being blinded or forgetting your own name. If it's been a really exciting day it might be appealing."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

Guy swallowed, "Blind drunk is generally something that only works in expression, not in practice. An exciting day ending in not being able to pump my own stomach, how spectacular." He was all up for getting pissed off his face, just not when he was the only person around who'd get him back to his bed...or someone elses. "Although I'm sure the bootleg has it's advantages after mind numbing boredom."

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"You say that, but you apparently haven't tried the local moonshine. Just wait for one of the special themed days - mind numbing might be something you long for."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome to get me drunk." Guy laughed, "But if anyone does blind themselves and needs my help, we're screwed." He was curious about one thing, though, "Themed days? What...does that entail?" A lot weirder things than some of the themed days had gone off at his hospital.

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"It seems to vary. People start acting really...odd, in one way or another. One day everyone was singing. And," offhandedly, "there was the day when everyone talked with ridiculous stage-pirate voices."

[swissdonkey.livejournal.com]

"So nobody in giant squirrel costumes or talking like Nazis from films?" Guy shrugged, weirder things had definately happened in the hospital, "Sounds like fun, provided you're involved and not the poor sod who's left out and trying to translate everyone else."