employability [closed]

[zen_en_vert]

Who: Bruce Banner and John Watson
What: Bruce seeks work in John's clinic.
When: 356
Where: the clinic
Rating: PG

Bruce has taken, at long last, Natasha's advice to heart.  In reality he simply hasn't been that keen on staying in Odin since the events that stole his voice away.  Something about that experience had soured him on the place.  Really, it might have more to do with the week that had come shortly before, the gouges that had been in his door, the damage from barricading himself in at nights... but no matter the cause, he has resolved that it is time for a change for the better, and the first step to that is buckling down and accessing some sort of income.

Besides, spending all day every day in the library is starting to give him eyestrain, and though it is now considerably safer for him to be crabby, he doesn't actually like it very much.

So, into the clinic it is.  It's quiet in here, which isn't totally encouraging in terms of the likelihood of their needing staff, but maybe they're just having a lull this afternoon.  At least means he feels all right approaching reception right away with a very polite;

"Excuse me?"

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[hadbadays]

Quiet, quiet. Annoyingly so. The clinic is never as populated at some John's worked at and seen, since Asgard is hardly London. It's dull... a lot. But it's something, and it does bring in money.

But right now it's very quiet. Quiet enough that he jumps when the door opens. He doesn't look up yet, though, aside from a glance, because he's in the middle of a book and he finishes a paragraph before he raises his head. Bruce gets a smile too, naturally.

"Hullo. How can I help you?"

[zen_en_vert]

"Hi." He clears his throat, smiles back, and asks, "I was wondering who it might make sense for me to speak to about a position here? If there was an opening at all."

Might as well jump right in, after all.

[hadbadays]

Might as well. And to make this feel less unnatural (he really isn't used to being the one sitting behind a desk), he pushes to stand.

"That would be me," he says as he walks around the table, extending a hand. "I'm John Watson."

[zen_en_vert]

"Bruce Banner." He says, taking John's hand and shaking it with an air of warmth and sensibility, the kind that very good doctors can project. "I'm a new-ish arrival in the city, and I was hoping to find something to do with myself."

[hadbadays]

"I think we should be able to squeeze you in. The hours could use being shorter. Let's go to my room; it's more quiet."

He gestures towards the one hallway leading away from the reception and takes the lead.

[zen_en_vert]

"Sure. And I don't necessarily need full time- I'm happy to pick up a night or two, if you're open twenty four hours."

Agreeing, moving after him with a grin.

"I mean, first you should definitely know that I'm a doctor, but not an MD. But the last few years I've worked doing housecalls in the bad part of Calcutta."

[hadbadays]

"Mm. Not twenty four hours, but on call twenty four hours. We're open every day, though, so splitting the shifts up a bit more would be nice. But Calcutta? That must've been interesting."

He walks into the nearest room and sits down at a desk there instead, motion at a couple of chairs by the wall. Bruce is welcome to take one.

[zen_en_vert]

"It was a lesson in shoestring medicine, I'll say that much."

He says, nodding.

"I liked it there, though I imagine a place like this would be very different to work in."

[hadbadays]

"Oh, yes. Between you and me," he leans forward and lowers his voice just for the sake of added effect, "it's pretty dull for the most part."

Even when it's active. Just not very exciting things.

[zen_en_vert]

"Well, I'm volunteering for the Medic Corps too, for the battlefield stuff." He confesses, with a slight smile. "But the key word there is 'volunteering,' and I'm really in need of even just a little bit of pay. Though obviously I don't know what kind of shape you're in to--"

A vague sort of wave, as he tries to be delicate.

"--I mean, I hope new staff would be feasible. You've set up a lovely environment."

[hadbadays]

"Haven't got me to thank for most of that, unfortunately. I actually don't know who started this thing." Considering the name, it can't have been his alternate self. "And I'm in the Medic Corps too, it's no problem. What exactly have you studied, then?"

[zen_en_vert]

"My bachelors was in biomedical engineering. After that, I went to med school for three years, but dropped out. I was becoming more interested in nuclear physics, so I got a PhD. My later research involved the effect of gamma radiation on the human body."

Meaning he'd mostly stayed on top of his understanding of health and the human body.

"I worked for the military for a number of years, and then when we parted... aggressive ways over a research ethics issue, I lived under the radar, as I mentioned, primarily doing health care work in India. So essentially I'm completely uncertified in every important respect-"

But he knows the job. He gives John a crooked grin; it's completely at his discretion.

[hadbadays]

"Certification doesn't really matter much here. It's not like all of us even have what certification we have along with us. And it's not like we always deal with things our world's ever seen before here, so that's good enough for me." His smile was wry, but genuine, as he reached his hand over the table. "You're welcome to give it a try."

[zen_en_vert]

"Wonderful, I was hoping you'd have that attitude."

Giving his hand a firm shake. Always nice to meet someone who isn't too officiously bureaucratic.

Wowowow tenses

[hadbadays]

Bureaucratic is wasted here. And it might partly be Sherlock's influence. Sherlock throws it all out the window and uses loopholes.

"You can come in when it opens tomorrow. I'll show you the ropes and we can discuss shifts and all that."

sorry, I somehow always revert to present tense, bad habit

[zen_en_vert]

"I really do appreciate it."

He says, nodding sincerely.

"How are you for supplies and things? Tied into the city healthcare?"

No no that was me it's been present tense all the time I switched to past for a second kjsdfgkfjh

[hadbadays]

He snorts softly. "Don't think there's something like a healthcare, but I've got my sources, yeah."

oh! haha, no problem then

[zen_en_vert]

"Do we charge patients, then?"

He wonders, glancing around the little space.

xD

[hadbadays]

"Yes, we do. Things have to go around somehow. But I like to think it's all affordable."

[zen_en_vert]

"That's understandable."

He agrees, nodding.

"So, you're in the medic corps, then? What's that like?"

[hadbadays]

He leans back, shrugs.

"It's only actually busy during battle, but it's good. It works."

[zen_en_vert]

"May I never have to find out how it works, right?"

A one shouldered shrug. Battle isn't anything he's in a hurry to see.

[hadbadays]

"I'm afraid you're going to."

He'll just refrain from saying that he hopes for it. Not that he actually likes war but... god, he craves it. He feels so much better when there's a battle ongoing.

Really, he ought to get help for that. But therapists are such a bother.

[zen_en_vert]

"I'm a little concerned about how prepared this city is for an attack."

He admits, quietly.

"We seem to live like we're not at war?"

[hadbadays]

He raises an eyebrow. "How are we supposed to live then?"

Not that he'll deny they are rather shoddily prepared for war. Still, there's hardly a specific way people were supposed to live to show they are indeed at war. Not from his experience.