Fettered arrival [video] (week 19 - Friday)

[fotlenke]

[ Sigyn hadn't exactly been happy when she woke up on the ship. She was never gratious upon being forcefully waken from slumber. Neither had she been happy when she'd found that she was no longer in the Vanir Fortress, miles and miles of realm space from her mother and sisters. So when she gets her hands on the communication device, she promptly presses all the buttons, not meaning to fuzzy-up the video and turn the volume loud enough that anyone within a mile radius can hear her voice. ]

I do not appreciate being taken from my home! Why was I taken? Who are you who live upon this world? Where is transportation to return me to my realm? I must warn you, I come from the blood of warriors, and never have we taken capture of our own lightly.

[ Her eyes glow, fingertips twitching with blue light. ]

The daughter of Freya demands answers!

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[Video]

[fotlenke]

[ Even after Sigyn fixes the volume, she's a bit loud. ]

Plague! You tamper with disease!

[Video]

[damn_it_jim]

And you have an addiction to exclamation marks.

[He drops out of sight of the feed, the back of his head appearin now and then as he stoops to clean up the glass shards and biohazard material from the lab room floor. This doesn't stop him from talking, mind you.]


Don't be a damned fool. I'm trying to stop a disease that someone else tampered with a century ago that got unleashed on the population now.

[Bones? Has an addiction to italics. Or an infection, perhaps, caught from Kirk.]

[Video]

[fotlenke]

[ She peers into the screen, a bit doubtful. ]

Are you a healer?

Re: [Video]

[damn_it_jim]

No, I'm a pastry chef who decided I needed a new hobby.

[His head pops back into view to squint at her before deciding that his sarcasm might benefit from an expanded explanation after all.]

Yes, I am a doctor. I am a damned good doctor, actually. Not that it's making a hell of a difference with this plague without a tailored antiviral or a vaccine.

[Video]

[fotlenke]

I can help heal the ill! [ She's helped prevent a pox epidemic of sorts in the Vanir fortress, after all. ] May I meet with you and show you my abilities so that you can gage what I can improve or test?

[Video]

[damn_it_jim]

Well, if you can keep the volume down and not give nice little old grannies heart attacks, we can use every set of hands we can get.

I'm at the hospital. Just off the centre of town, ask directions if you need them, ask for Dr. McCoy when you get here.

[He pauses, replaying previous conversation, before cocking his head to one side like a cranky parrot.]

You have a name, or just a family tree?

[Video]

[fotlenke]

[ She cocks her head to the side, confused. ] How would I cause elderly women heart troubles? I am not a cruel sorceress.

[ Nodding, she beams. ] My name is Sigyn Freyasdotter.

[Video]

[damn_it_jim]

Ah. Icelandic, then.

They don't have sarcasm in Iceland? Well, get down here and we'll put you to work.

[Video]

[fotlenke]

No. Vanaheim. You speak of Midgardian land.

[ She sticks her tongue out. ] Oh, we know sarcasm. Just as we know to not turn away from someone who could very well benefit the entire populace. Even if he be a thorned ass.

[ She turns off the device and heads down to the hospital, getting lost a bit on the ways. ]