So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged

[beastlybeauty]

Who: Justine and YOU
What: It's time for everyone to get their physical! Let the doctor games begin.
Where: In Justine's office
When: Spanning all last, this, and next week. Or whenever your character is eventually dragged to their physical.

[Threading out your character's physical is not a requirement! However, if you think that your character may be affected seriously or you just feel like threading it out, this log is for you. Even if we thread here, please make sure you have filled an OOC form here.]

The office is completely sterile, but it has ivy patterns in tasteful greens, golds, and silvers climbing up the walls. There is a small desk in the corner, stacked with thin files full of notes. If one slid over to check the papers spread over the files, they'd only find messy but impossibly complex models of hybrid DNA strands, drawn idly as she was thinking of something else--the blueprints of new muttations, but no one would be able to figure that out without a brilliant Capitol-level understanding of DNA and how the chemical bonds translate to physical traits.

Justine sits at the desk, waiting for you to arrive.

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[pimpcanes]

Doctors make Tom nervous, and with good reason. He's been a plaything for the less savory of their ilk in the past. He's had a high-stakes career for long enough that he can keep from looking anxious, but he knows the truth of his heart slamming away inside his chest. He knows that his palm sweats against the pommel of his cane as he heads into her examining office. He knows that he'll be counting the seconds until this silly charade is done, this shadow play that the Capitol is actually concerned with his health.

He's sure they're just wanting to keep tabs on his DNA, to unlock the mutation that gives him his superpowers. It would be nice of them to give those back, he thinks.

He's more than a little pleasantly surprised to see not a skulking portrait of a mad scientist, but a quite attractive woman significantly younger than he is.

"No one warned me that my doctor's visage could heal on its own. Enchanté, Dr. Florbelle."

[beastlybeauty]

Justine looks up, immediately giving him a warm smile. See, here? This is a proper greeting.

"It's the secret to my success. Don't tell anyone." She gives him a wink as she stands to greet him, offering her hand to shake. "Enchanté, Mr. Cassidy. Why don't you take a seat?"

[pimpcanes]

He takes her hand and gives it a gentlemanly kiss, using all the charisma that he's shored up from years of good breeding, manner school, self-confidence, handsomeness and success with the ladies. It's considerable.

"Gladly." He settles down, cane across his lap (and always right there in hand, even though now it's scarcely more than a stick to hit things with, rather than a totem of the raw firepower of his mutation). "This is just for a physical?"

[beastlybeauty]

Yes, she very much likes this one. He'll be fun.

She gives a big smile at the kiss, feeling vaguely reminded of many men she's dated in the past, and sits down across from him, putting a file in her lap. "It should be, unless you want me to check anything in particular. Any complaints, or something I should know about?"

[pimpcanes]

"I feel quite fine, lately. I suffered some unfortunate health scares in the past, but I'm sure you have them documented. They were a bit...arboreal."

She better not look at him funny for that. He taps his knee. "And this is an old wound, so shan't be getting any better."