emmysmash:

Since arriving in this dimension Emily had found herself pulled all over the place. First into the conflict at SHIELD, then Nightingale's revelation and Anya's suspension, and Halloween....

For the first time today she felt that she had some time to sit down, breathe, and move ahead with two things she really needed to do.

Finding some work so she could feel productive and earn some money, and researching a little about what her family in this world was like.

The work part was rather difficult, really. Emily was used to having a reputation in translation circles - being fluent in as many languages as you were years old would do that - but here she was all but unknown and she had spent the morning sprawled in the living room on a borrowed mansion laptop firing off sample translation pages to about two dozen potential jobs.

The research - which she was now in the middle of - was easier and rather more interesting.

"Gamma radiation?" she muttered, sipping on her mug of tea. "Radiation shouldn't work like that..."

 

ooc: open thread for people to chitchat with Emily about her world and theirs and the differences and samenesses - a sort of 'get to know' you thread. feel free to ping in with anybody and to join existing 'conversations' with a character. :)

nextgen_misc:

Dr. Gene Hammond knew his patient was dying. He had done his best to save her, but the cancer was too far along. Had Ms. Malone been diagnosed sooner, there would have been a chance to save her. As it was, the breast cancer was in stage four and the woman had very little time left to live.

"How are we doing today, Ms. Malone?" Hammond asked as he looked at the patient's chart. He was making his rounds at Beth Israel Hospital in Boston. He saw Ms. Malone every day for the past two weeks.

A noise came from the woman in the hospital bed, but Hammond could not make out what she was saying. Hammond looked at her and nodded. "I will give orders to increase your morphine drip," he said sympathetically. She continued to make noise and lifted a shaky hand. She pointed to the small closet in the room.

Hammond was puzzled, but he opened the door and looked in. There was what looked to be a small seceptre lying on top of her shoes and clothes. "This thing? That's what you want?" he asked as he looked back at her.

"Take it," she croaked out in barely above a whisper.

Hammond reached down and picked it up.