<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Doctor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>19th December 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Without the fun glasses. (https://imgur.com/Z7GN3XP)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>First chance to breathe<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Mary-Ann | Jay | Rue<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>It was all too easy to get lost in her work, so Samantha’s life was managed by a simplistic V.I software that chimed in with helpful reminders.<em>Check in on yesterday’s patient to see if the swelling has gone down.</em>Thank god for Omnitools, she only had to reach out to her patient through the extranet, running through a shortlist of remedies before parting ways.<em>Re-evaluate tomorrow’s equipment list and triple-check medical bags.</em>Medi-gel would be distributed between every squad, but there was still the threat of suit ruptures under possible gunfire to consider. While exposure on Reetix wouldn’t kill someone instantly, the chlorine burns and fumes would certainly make for a miserable experience. She needed to come up with an alternative solution if someone was out of her reach. Maybe she should…<br/><br/>“<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Your meeting with Ms. Mary-Ann is to begin in fifteen minutes.</span>”<br/><br/><em>Oh. Was it that time already?</em><br/><br/>It was all too tempting to fall into bad habits again. To bury herself under a mountain of work in order to put off what was really bothering her and drown under the weight of productivity.<em>You can always reschedule,</em>habit whispered. But how many times had she rescheduled lunches and friendly outings with the people she had grown close to on the Citadel? And how many of those friends were now dead? Samantha understood grieving and the rollercoaster of emotions that ran through her chest, but she had made a promise to herself to get her shit together and figure out that ‘work-life balance’ that has eluded her all these years.<br/><br/>So she went to her room, changed out of 'work clothes’ and into something more comfortable and casual. Then it was only a short jaunt to the mess hall where Mary-Ann and possibly others would be waiting. Scanning the common area, it would appear that she was only the second to arrive. Sam exhaled a breath, reassuring herself that she at least remembered how to talk with people, and then approached the woman who somehow smuggled a cat on board. She hadn’t ever actually petted one before. “Mary-Ann?”<br/><br/>As soon as Samantha had confirmation that she was approaching the right woman, she smiled brightly and took a seat at the table to join her. “I’m Sam, it’s nice to meet you. I hope you haven’t been waiting for long.”<br/>