MHA #5, Saturday afternoon

[deaddadsclub]

Well, it had happened. Cristina had finally given up on leaving the island any time soon and signed a lease on an apartment. She'd skipped her clinic shift to do it, even.

She'd had to, since she'd managed to buy several rooms' worth of furniture on the Isle of Ikea this week.

As far as coping mechanisms went, skipping work and furnishing an apartment via impulse shopping was fairly low-key for her. She wasn't lying on the floor of an OR shaking or catatonic, and she'd stopped just being drunk 24/7, so she thought she was doing pretty well.

And ordering around the Ikea delivery people was soothing in its own way, too.

[open! MHA folks, come say hi to your new neighbor]

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[arboreal_priestess]

"What, stupid long hours with someone screaming orders at you constantly, scarfing down a granola bar if you're lucky, and ending the day sinking onto the nearest flat surface and praying no one will make you move?" Verity asked. "And still getting up to do it again the next day because you love it too much to give it up?"

[deaddadsclub]

"Throw in 'if you screw up, someone probably dies,' and yeah, that's a surgical residency. Heck, half the time the people would end up dying anyway."

[arboreal_priestess]

"We just have 'if you screw up, someone probably breaks a leg and can't ever dance again,'" Verity admitted. "Less life or death, to be sure."

The life and death stakes were for her other calling.

[deaddadsclub]

"Sounds practically relaxing," Cristina said with a wry smile. "So I should be braced for noise during Dancing With the Stars, huh?"

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity thought of the grueling hours backstage of Dance or Die, where her feet had bled and muscles had turned to water and hid a wry smile. Hey, if that's how Cristina viewed relaxation...

"Well, I'm not always around when it airs," she hedged. "So it could be pretty random. If w--I'm making too much noise, just bang on a wall or something. It'll quiet right down."

The mice had been spoiled by not having anyone around. They'd need to remember subtlety. Or, more accurately, learn it for a first time.

[deaddadsclub]

Early in her career, Cristina had spent 14 hours retracting a tumor that weighed more than 100 pounds. And then the patient died anyway. She'd once been not only prepared, but proud to wear an adult diaper for a long surgery so she wouldn't have to leave to use the bathroom.

So sure. Relaxing!

"I'll keep that in mind," she said. "Or maybe come over to join the festivities."

[arboreal_priestess]

Crap. Verity should have seen that coming.

"Just, uhh, give me a head's up so I'm wearing pants," she said, leaving out the part where she'd also be herding the mice into their room. "And feel free to throw popcorn at me when I start overanalyzing the moves, okay?"