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Post by Jules Waters on Jun 14, 2015 9:10:43 GMT
With Lani handling most of the house calls, Jules - who really didn't like going from home to home - hung back at the small clinic in Port Haven. The building had initially been some kind of vets office, but it served the purpose. The town wasn't huge... so they made due with what buildings they were able to salvage.
She'd sent John out earlier, giving him a note to bring to Trevor. Whether John delivered it personally or left it where the guy could find it, the note simply read: "You're wanted at the clinic for evaluation. Be there by three." Not that telling time was the easiest thing in the world where batteries and crap like that were damn near impossible to get your hands on unless you hit a really good run... but... BUT... he was nice enough and most of the residents of Port Haven liked him, which meant if he asked.. chances were someone would take mercy on him and give him the time.
While she waited, she brewed a cup of tea. The scent was pretty strong and minty. It filled the entire office, which granted... irritated some noses, but given the fact that she was one of the VERY few medically trained citizens IN Port Haven, she figured they could deal with her way of staying calm.
She wasn't dressed badly, despite it being the end of the world and what not. She wore a pair of denim jeans, a black tank top... and a white jacket over it. Admittedly, the jacket belonged to whoever was the original vet in the building... but it served the purpose and gave it a normal feeling. That was what everyone here needed... right? That normal feeling? It sure helped her...
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Trevor Baccus
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Post by Trevor Baccus on Jun 15, 2015 6:52:51 GMT
Telling time wasn't the most difficult thing for Trevor. They'd taught themselves how to tell time, at least somewhat close, at the complex. Though he couldn't get right down to the minute, he could usually get within a half hour by looking at the sun. Cloudy days were not his friend of course, but luckily enough for him, today was a bright sunshiny day.
Though he didn't have to ask for time, he did have to ask directions to the clinic. He had been around for a few days now, but he had done things that needed to be done moreso than things of a leisure nature. He hadn't committed to staying here yet officially, but it was clear they could use his help and were grateful, and in return he got that sense of stability that he was looking for. He didn't enjoy being nomadic in nature, even though it was often a necessity in these days, but he found this place to be less likely to need something like that.
He hadn't run into John himself, but John had left notice at the Coyote so as soon as he had stopped in for his routine lunch break, Kate had relayed the message. Trevor was a very routine person, he liked doing the same things at the same time. Life was easier that way. He finally made it to the clinic with minutes to spare. He was still dressed like a soldier, simply without the coat. Truth be told his wardrobe looked much like that of Homer Simpson. Eight sand colored tee shirts, and eight pairs of ABU pants. It was efficient, and that was all he needed.
He hadn't formally met Jules yet, but he had heard stories of her expertise, so he didn't feel uncomfortable with going to pay her a visit. She had to be better than their combat medic who diagnosed everything as the flu, handed out bandaids, and proclaimed 'Suck it up, soldier'. He never enjoyed evaluations, but he understood why they were a necessity. He was new and foreign, they had to make sure he was safe. Once he was in the door, he didn't immediately see anyone, but he smelt tea, so assumed they were close. "Hello, I'm Trevor, reporting as ordered for medical evaluation?"
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Post by Jules Waters on Jun 15, 2015 7:22:29 GMT
The sound of the chimes alerted her that someone had arrived and so she rose, quickly moving to meet Trevor in the hallway. "Mr. Baccus?" She questioned, though she was fairly sure that it was him. She'd never seen him before and she knew just about everyone in town. Lani might have handled house calls, but Jules was still pretty social. "I'm Juliana Waters. You can call me Jules, though." She said with a shake of her head. Two fingers rose, brushing back a strand of her hair and tucking it behind her ear before she motioned over her shoulder. "Please, come in." She quickly turned, leading him into the main room. It might have been a waiting room at one point but she'd turned it more into a room that had a living room type of feel. "Would you like a cup of tea?" She asked. "Just brewed some."
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Trevor Baccus
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Post by Trevor Baccus on Jun 16, 2015 5:12:06 GMT
He'd ignored the chimes when he came in, looking down the hallway as soon as he'd heard his name called. "Yes, that's me." He stepped into the hallway and began to follow her until they'd made it into the main room. "It's nice to meet you Jules. Please, call me Trevor."
He seemed perplexed for a moment at the question of Tea. He hadn't had tea in such a long time. He really hadn't had anything that wasn't water, or until very recently, alcohol. He almost forgot what it even tasted like. "Umm, sure. I'll take a glass of tea. What kind is it?" He'd always been okay with good ole' fashioned tea, but he wasn't the hugest fan of all of these new green teas and chi teas and all of those types.
Even though the room was very comfy as compared to most hospitals, he was still somewhat tense and uncomfortable in this setting. He had never been a fan of hospitals. Not that anyone was really a fan, but his family especially had a special kind of hatred for the hospitals. "So... I guess I need to be probed?"
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Post by Jules Waters on Jun 19, 2015 9:59:55 GMT
"Doesn't really have a kind." She admitted with sort of a smile and cringe meshed together. "I guess it sort of tastes like mint? They're herbs, safe ones... obviously." She shrugged her shoulders, hand casually motioning toward the pot. "We make due with what we have." The cringe faded from her face and the smile was all that remained as she brushed past him to pull a second mug out from one of the cabinets. As she poured the tea, however, her head shook. "I don't do any probing." She stated with a laugh as she extended her arm to offer him the mug. "This isn't really THAT kind of evaluation."
Taking a step back, she lowered to sit back down in her chair and nodded toward the one across from her. "Port Haven is one of the oldest communities. I mean... I say old, but what I mean is... we're one of the longer lasting? I think Port Haven was one of the first founded. I've only been here a few years, was basically a nomad for awhile, but when the people of Port Haven met up with the group I was traveling with... things sort of fell into place. The thing is, Port Haven prides itself on making sure the people who enter the town are safe. You know... mentally stable. It's not like I can pull your records from a computer or anything like that so, if you don't mind, can I ask you a few questions about you?"
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