Mr. Valentine, I am reaching out to you in the interest of applying for the medical inventory position that is currently open. If you could please get back to me about necessary requirements, expectations and if you would like a copy of my resume, I can print a copy for you.
[He's got that fancy cardstock in his office even, and fancy business cards.]
You can stop by the infirmary and pick up an application.
[ He's made one. It's probably not your conventional one.
There's no place to put one's status; that will be obvious since his is one of the few jobs where there's only one supervisor. But besides things like 'name' and 'age', and 'applicable skills' there are fields such as 'do you have any aversions or instincts that would make it difficult to work in a medical environment (ex: vampires and blood thirst)' and 'have you ever engaged in scientific or magical research considered unethical or taboo to your reality'.
You know. Just as examples.
Vincent may even be there working on paperwork, just willing to hand over the application without a trace of irony, depending on what time Varker stops by to pick it up. ]
Varker does show up, a printed copy of his own resume in hand, and knocks gently on the door when he arrives to signal he's coming in. He hasnt dressed any differently for this than he would anywhere else, but his wardrobe is generally dressier than most on board from a more modern period.
"Mr. Valentine, I assume?" He asks, walking forward and offering a scaled hand to him in greeting, "Dr. Clement Varker, I called earlier about the position."
Vincent looks up from his work. There's the studied regard someone might expect from someone meeting another for the first time. The former Turk is certainly someone dressed pretty dramatically for a medical office worker. Is that a gun? Armored boots?
Don't worry about that. He extends his hand for handshaking and that can be interesting itself; Vincent's left is normally gloved and his right is covered in a metal, clawed gauntlet.
"Yes. Here."
Greetings are as perfunctory as he sounded over the call. Once the initial handshake is done he'll just pick up a certain piece of paper from the desk and offer it out; the application.
"Fill this out."
....And then he'll go right back to work. There's a cup of pens on the desk at least.
Varker is trying to keep his face straight as to not give away his distaste for Vincent's...fashion sense. Those boots are gaudy as hell and there is an intense urge to go gossip about it to someone just as petty as he is.
He'll take the form, studying it a moment but blinks as the other man goes right back to work. With his back turned Varker's disapproval for his lack of social skills shows clearly on his face, but he will find himself a seat, pulling a monogrammed pen from his breast pocket and uncapping it to start filling it out.
Some of the questions he has to stare at a moment, looking visibly frustrated but thankfully as much as he turned a blind eye to what Simon had been doing, he can say with certainty he has never done unethical experiments himself. He'd put his foot down on that the moment Birkov had asked for his help.
Double checking his work, he makes sure there is no smudging and stands, offering both his resume and the form to Vincent with a clearing of his throat,
"I'm open to answering clarifying questions if you have any."
Vincent will continue to sit there in blatant defiance of Varker's tastes in fashion. There are probably many who would join in on the petty gossip. Have fun using your potential boss for entertainment!
Interesting that Varker stayed around. But it had been an option and once the form's filled out, Vincent will take it back and gesture for the copy of the resume. If the man had brought anything else and offered it? Yup that will be accepted too.
Now, sit there for about fifteen to twenty minutes while the former Turk thoroughly compares all of the information. There's no skimming here. Vincent's comparing the two carefully. There's a soft huff that escapes him. Even if Varker can't see the wry smile curling the corner of the man's lips momentarily, he'll get to hear the wry tone.
"An ethical pharmaceutical research company."
The papers are set down before him. Vincent looks steadily at Varker again.
"You've never looked the other way?" Despite the earlier clear bemusement, the question is very serious, empty of any doubt, of anything that hints of condescension.
He will sit, it isn't like he's got anything better to do, and while he does appreciate taking Lullabee to work in the veterinary clinic every day, it isn't what he knows. Reading the books B has been offering him is proving interesting, but he can admit that it is a little boring in there.
Still, when Mr. Valentine looks up, questions him, his lip lifts up instinctually, feeling a little insulted. "Varika is solid, legal and above board, thank you." He hisses at him, not feeling the need to hold back his offense.
"I take the law and ethics very seriously, and haven't allowed any unethical experimentation on company grounds. There was one instance of illegal activity, an employee embezzling funds to support an offsite lab, but he was fired."
With a sniff, he adds, "he murdered me a few days later."
Vincent nods, unaffected by the angry response. That was only to be expected, right? And he isn't going to explain himself.
"I've researched Earth culture. A little about the 'American' legal system and corporations. And the checks and balances of many countries."
It's interesting. It's not as if Vincent doesn't remember the time before the Shinra Company developed mako and managed to become a national power, then the dominant world power. But the sheer amount of nations keeping each other in check on Earth was staggering. He shakes his head.
"Tell me about the situation with the offsite lab. How did the employee get to you after he was fired?"
He isn't entirely expecting corporations of America to have the robust security for their CEOs that he's used to. But he does wonder.
And a part of the former Turk also wonders about something else; yet it's not going to be asked aloud. It's possible the answer will come with Varker's explanation.
Hearing 'Earth culture' as if it had a unified, singular culture was strange, but he doesn't correct him. He'd met a few people now who weren't from Earth and he isn't about to get snippy about verbage when someone is essentially learning an entire planet's history and customs from scratch. He's still taking the time to learn it, and that's nothing to make fun of.
"It came to light that he'd been stealing equipment and funds from Varika for years. Given he was one of our original founders along with our current Vice-president, it was...hard to accuse him of anything, but necessary." He's choosing his words carefully while not skipping a beat. He's had to cover for Birkov for the last six years to Dr. Drohane and this feels no different, though it makes his stomach twist a little, "He kidnapped myself and Dr. Drohane at home, though I don't remember how...and what followed was a taste of what he'd been working on. I do not care to recount what happened in that basement, but he didn't kill us immediately. I arrived here less than 48 hours after that incident."
Will Varker feel the same when he learns that most of the reason is because Vincent wants to read hard boiled action-thriller Alex Casey novels? But... well, some of it has become wanting to understand concepts of a large percentage of Earth natives that appear on the barge. It becomes helpful.
Vincent listens to everything without comment or question. Nor is there shock at what happened. His ruby gaze remains steady.
"Hm. No need." To recount. Vincent can take a few guesses. "Is this how you gained your passenger?" To be honest, there was still a chance that some quirk of Varker's Earth made such things a normal if unwanted occurrence.
But 'getting a taste of' what Birkov had been working on made it a better cause to gamble on.
Varker might loose some respect for his reason, but still learning for any reason is better than not learning at all.
His own red eyes stare back at Valentine, changed as they were from their original steel blue. "The second mouth is new, yes." He returns flatly, though it is still a fair question, trying to ignore it as the thing perks up at being mentioned, though he has to wonder if it can even understand a word they're saying. It opens it's maw wide, tongue snaking out to smell it's surroundings and Vincent, "But it's best you ignore it. It's...got a bit of a temper, and I have to admit sometimes it affects my own moods. I've had a shorter fuse, since. But given this seems to be a desk job, I don't see that being much of a problem."
"Interesting." It's very mild and surprisingly inoffensive. Maybe it's the utter lack of judgement or horror in everything from tone to body language. The man isn't looking at Varker with pity, nor as a fascinating specimen.
Eyes shift from meeting Varker's to watching the tongue. Ignore it? Vincent seems to willfully avoid the suggestion. He lifts his right hand, removing the glove and extends it, palm forward, to within an inch of the air the creature is tasting.
Vincent looks human. He is not. Underneath a trace of what is left, the leather and gun oil is something bestial. But also something ancient and wrought from the essence of terror and death itself. Even if it isn't close to the surface right now, will Varker's other part discern its presence?
...The former Turk's action has more behind it than idle curiosity. He does need to know how Varker will react if they are going to work together. And whether or not that other brain understands their words, it's also polite to introduce himself.
He isn't sure what to make of Vincent's nonreaction, the way he seems confident in his own actions, even as he ignores what Varker says and pushes forward.
"I'm not responsible if it bites you," Varker says to him with little humor, the tongue still tasting the air, though it shrinks back a little when Vincent offers his hand. Curiously it slowly inches forward again, taking in the scent, and much like an animal acknowledging another it growls, though it's less threatening than usual followed by a rather strange and eerie clicking sound. Pulling it's tongue back into it's mouth, it wrinkles it's upper lip and seems a little dissatisfied with what ever Vincent is that it can't quite place, much like it's fear and irritation with John Doe.
What ever isn't threatened is a threat. "I have no idea what that means, but I'd appreciate it if you stopped interacting with it. It's drooling gets in my eyes and on my shirt sometimes, and it's disgusting."
It's an interesting reaction though. Recognized as nonaggressive... possibly confused but that shouldn't be a surprise, Vincent reflects. He calmly withdraws his hand as the strange second entity has gotten the scent. No sudden movements there, when putting the glove back on, or as he reaches somewhere on his person and produces a handkerchief to offer to Varker.
"Sorry." Vincent is apologetic. A little. It would suck to have to deal with the drool.
Then it's down to a desk drawer to draw out an empty file folder. Labeling it and putting Varker's information into it, the former Turk then continues to address the inmate.
"For the first two weeks I would work with you on the same shift. We can address any problems during that period." He's not going to directly say anything about the drool and figuring out a PPE that might work, but... "We have some doctors that might be interested in examining your condition. You've got every right to refuse them."
In some ways, the two weeks is for Vincent to keep an eye on the enthusiasm too even if he's come to understand Tendi and Bashir's motivations are from a good place. There's still a dry way he referenced that last part. The man then shakes his head.
"Mostly desk and behind the scenes. Paperwork, keeping track of stock and incorporating additions from the ports we stop at or samples the passengers suggest."
"Will you or it have issues with the scent of blood or handling a crisis?"
General things one would have to look out for in an active infirmary aboard a very strange and often dangerous vessel.
He takes it with a little huff, wiping his face where the discolored saliva has started to run down his temple. Thankfully it hadn't dripped onto his shirt. He folds it and puts it in his pocket, "I'll launder that and return it later." Because he does have some manners, after all.
"I've met Ms. Tendi, she was very interested but I've already turned her down." He was actually polite about it too, which is rare, but he liked her, her approach to science with a wonderous excitement. "I'll split shift between here and my current assignment if thats alright with you." Because this is uncertain, it would be better to keep his foot in the door at the vet.
But he will shake his head, "I'm not squeamish generally but...depending on what kind of high stress, I-" he swallows, "I can handle a regular crisis, but I cant say the same for something strange or super natural. I...have a tough time given what I experienced before I died."
"I'm not sure about the policy of holding two positions officially. But if you want to volunteer some of your expertise, I won't say no. Let me know which you want to hold. That will determine what I give you access to over time."
However it works out, even if this is just a trial to see which Varker likes better, that's fine. He nods at the explanation of meeting Tendi and some of the reservations.
"Hm. You'll eventually run into something you can't avoid." He can't prevent that. "Every day encounters in the infirmary would be non-human co-workers and magic." That is to say, what Varker would have to get used to seeing.
"Otherwise, you can retreat if it's something you can't handle. No one should expect you to get used to everything immediately. And you won't be expected to act as a doctor."
Non-combatants should retreat to safety. Though often the infirmary itself is protected as a refuge during emergencies. He then nods at the door.
"We'll talk more later. You can contact me if you have questions about anything we discussed."
And with that implied dismissal, Vincent will return his attention to his work, just as he did after their first exchange of greetings. No need to stand on formalities to depart with this man.
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Date: 2025-06-02 01:57 am (UTC)[He's got that fancy cardstock in his office even, and fancy business cards.]
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Date: 2025-06-17 02:11 am (UTC)You can stop by the infirmary and pick up an application.
[ He's made one. It's probably not your conventional one.
There's no place to put one's status; that will be obvious since his is one of the few jobs where there's only one supervisor. But besides things like 'name' and 'age', and 'applicable skills' there are fields such as 'do you have any aversions or instincts that would make it difficult to work in a medical environment (ex: vampires and blood thirst)' and 'have you ever engaged in scientific or magical research considered unethical or taboo to your reality'.
You know. Just as examples.
Vincent may even be there working on paperwork, just willing to hand over the application without a trace of irony, depending on what time Varker stops by to pick it up. ]
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Date: 2025-06-17 09:59 pm (UTC)"Mr. Valentine, I assume?" He asks, walking forward and offering a scaled hand to him in greeting, "Dr. Clement Varker, I called earlier about the position."
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Date: 2025-06-18 01:02 am (UTC)Don't worry about that. He extends his hand for handshaking and that can be interesting itself; Vincent's left is normally gloved and his right is covered in a metal, clawed gauntlet.
"Yes. Here."
Greetings are as perfunctory as he sounded over the call. Once the initial handshake is done he'll just pick up a certain piece of paper from the desk and offer it out; the application.
"Fill this out."
....And then he'll go right back to work. There's a cup of pens on the desk at least.
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Date: 2025-06-18 01:24 am (UTC)He'll take the form, studying it a moment but blinks as the other man goes right back to work. With his back turned Varker's disapproval for his lack of social skills shows clearly on his face, but he will find himself a seat, pulling a monogrammed pen from his breast pocket and uncapping it to start filling it out.
Some of the questions he has to stare at a moment, looking visibly frustrated but thankfully as much as he turned a blind eye to what Simon had been doing, he can say with certainty he has never done unethical experiments himself. He'd put his foot down on that the moment Birkov had asked for his help.
Double checking his work, he makes sure there is no smudging and stands, offering both his resume and the form to Vincent with a clearing of his throat,
"I'm open to answering clarifying questions if you have any."
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Date: 2025-06-18 02:11 am (UTC)Interesting that Varker stayed around. But it had been an option and once the form's filled out, Vincent will take it back and gesture for the copy of the resume. If the man had brought anything else and offered it? Yup that will be accepted too.
Now, sit there for about fifteen to twenty minutes while the former Turk thoroughly compares all of the information. There's no skimming here. Vincent's comparing the two carefully. There's a soft huff that escapes him. Even if Varker can't see the wry smile curling the corner of the man's lips momentarily, he'll get to hear the wry tone.
"An ethical pharmaceutical research company."
The papers are set down before him. Vincent looks steadily at Varker again.
"You've never looked the other way?" Despite the earlier clear bemusement, the question is very serious, empty of any doubt, of anything that hints of condescension.
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Date: 2025-06-18 02:25 am (UTC)Still, when Mr. Valentine looks up, questions him, his lip lifts up instinctually, feeling a little insulted. "Varika is solid, legal and above board, thank you." He hisses at him, not feeling the need to hold back his offense.
"I take the law and ethics very seriously, and haven't allowed any unethical experimentation on company grounds. There was one instance of illegal activity, an employee embezzling funds to support an offsite lab, but he was fired."
With a sniff, he adds, "he murdered me a few days later."
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Date: 2025-06-18 03:14 am (UTC)"I've researched Earth culture. A little about the 'American' legal system and corporations. And the checks and balances of many countries."
It's interesting. It's not as if Vincent doesn't remember the time before the Shinra Company developed mako and managed to become a national power, then the dominant world power. But the sheer amount of nations keeping each other in check on Earth was staggering. He shakes his head.
"Tell me about the situation with the offsite lab. How did the employee get to you after he was fired?"
He isn't entirely expecting corporations of America to have the robust security for their CEOs that he's used to. But he does wonder.
And a part of the former Turk also wonders about something else; yet it's not going to be asked aloud. It's possible the answer will come with Varker's explanation.
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Date: 2025-06-18 03:25 am (UTC)"It came to light that he'd been stealing equipment and funds from Varika for years. Given he was one of our original founders along with our current Vice-president, it was...hard to accuse him of anything, but necessary." He's choosing his words carefully while not skipping a beat. He's had to cover for Birkov for the last six years to Dr. Drohane and this feels no different, though it makes his stomach twist a little, "He kidnapped myself and Dr. Drohane at home, though I don't remember how...and what followed was a taste of what he'd been working on. I do not care to recount what happened in that basement, but he didn't kill us immediately. I arrived here less than 48 hours after that incident."
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Date: 2025-06-18 04:04 am (UTC)Vincent listens to everything without comment or question. Nor is there shock at what happened. His ruby gaze remains steady.
"Hm. No need." To recount. Vincent can take a few guesses. "Is this how you gained your passenger?" To be honest, there was still a chance that some quirk of Varker's Earth made such things a normal if unwanted occurrence.
But 'getting a taste of' what Birkov had been working on made it a better cause to gamble on.
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Date: 2025-06-18 04:15 am (UTC)His own red eyes stare back at Valentine, changed as they were from their original steel blue. "The second mouth is new, yes." He returns flatly, though it is still a fair question, trying to ignore it as the thing perks up at being mentioned, though he has to wonder if it can even understand a word they're saying. It opens it's maw wide, tongue snaking out to smell it's surroundings and Vincent, "But it's best you ignore it. It's...got a bit of a temper, and I have to admit sometimes it affects my own moods. I've had a shorter fuse, since. But given this seems to be a desk job, I don't see that being much of a problem."
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Date: 2025-06-18 04:38 am (UTC)Eyes shift from meeting Varker's to watching the tongue. Ignore it? Vincent seems to willfully avoid the suggestion. He lifts his right hand, removing the glove and extends it, palm forward, to within an inch of the air the creature is tasting.
Vincent looks human. He is not. Underneath a trace of what is left, the leather and gun oil is something bestial. But also something ancient and wrought from the essence of terror and death itself. Even if it isn't close to the surface right now, will Varker's other part discern its presence?
...The former Turk's action has more behind it than idle curiosity. He does need to know how Varker will react if they are going to work together. And whether or not that other brain understands their words, it's also polite to introduce himself.
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Date: 2025-06-18 04:58 am (UTC)"I'm not responsible if it bites you," Varker says to him with little humor, the tongue still tasting the air, though it shrinks back a little when Vincent offers his hand. Curiously it slowly inches forward again, taking in the scent, and much like an animal acknowledging another it growls, though it's less threatening than usual followed by a rather strange and eerie clicking sound. Pulling it's tongue back into it's mouth, it wrinkles it's upper lip and seems a little dissatisfied with what ever Vincent is that it can't quite place, much like it's fear and irritation with John Doe.
What ever isn't threatened is a threat. "I have no idea what that means, but I'd appreciate it if you stopped interacting with it. It's drooling gets in my eyes and on my shirt sometimes, and it's disgusting."
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Date: 2025-06-18 05:17 am (UTC)It's an interesting reaction though. Recognized as nonaggressive... possibly confused but that shouldn't be a surprise, Vincent reflects. He calmly withdraws his hand as the strange second entity has gotten the scent. No sudden movements there, when putting the glove back on, or as he reaches somewhere on his person and produces a handkerchief to offer to Varker.
"Sorry." Vincent is apologetic. A little. It would suck to have to deal with the drool.
Then it's down to a desk drawer to draw out an empty file folder. Labeling it and putting Varker's information into it, the former Turk then continues to address the inmate.
"For the first two weeks I would work with you on the same shift. We can address any problems during that period." He's not going to directly say anything about the drool and figuring out a PPE that might work, but... "We have some doctors that might be interested in examining your condition. You've got every right to refuse them."
In some ways, the two weeks is for Vincent to keep an eye on the enthusiasm too even if he's come to understand Tendi and Bashir's motivations are from a good place. There's still a dry way he referenced that last part. The man then shakes his head.
"Mostly desk and behind the scenes. Paperwork, keeping track of stock and incorporating additions from the ports we stop at or samples the passengers suggest."
"Will you or it have issues with the scent of blood or handling a crisis?"
General things one would have to look out for in an active infirmary aboard a very strange and often dangerous vessel.
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Date: 2025-06-18 05:31 am (UTC)"I've met Ms. Tendi, she was very interested but I've already turned her down." He was actually polite about it too, which is rare, but he liked her, her approach to science with a wonderous excitement. "I'll split shift between here and my current assignment if thats alright with you." Because this is uncertain, it would be better to keep his foot in the door at the vet.
But he will shake his head, "I'm not squeamish generally but...depending on what kind of high stress, I-" he swallows, "I can handle a regular crisis, but I cant say the same for something strange or super natural. I...have a tough time given what I experienced before I died."
Fin~?
Date: 2025-06-18 05:43 am (UTC)However it works out, even if this is just a trial to see which Varker likes better, that's fine. He nods at the explanation of meeting Tendi and some of the reservations.
"Hm. You'll eventually run into something you can't avoid." He can't prevent that. "Every day encounters in the infirmary would be non-human co-workers and magic." That is to say, what Varker would have to get used to seeing.
"Otherwise, you can retreat if it's something you can't handle. No one should expect you to get used to everything immediately. And you won't be expected to act as a doctor."
Non-combatants should retreat to safety. Though often the infirmary itself is protected as a refuge during emergencies. He then nods at the door.
"We'll talk more later. You can contact me if you have questions about anything we discussed."
And with that implied dismissal, Vincent will return his attention to his work, just as he did after their first exchange of greetings. No need to stand on formalities to depart with this man.