<strong>Name:</strong>Vivica Rheyns<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Medic<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cryo-Hold to Showers to Mess-Hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Currently Alone<br/><br/>With a soft hiss, Vivica’s cryo-pod gently opened, yielding a low moan from the inhabitant within.<br/><br/>Like a zombie, the blonde rose, groaning as she carefully pushed herself from the cold embrace of the coffin-like bed. As her bare feet touched the ground, she instantly felt her knees buckle under her own unfamiliar weight, clearly still weak from their long sleep. With a small stumble, the disorientated medic half-approached and half-crashed against a nearby table, slamming both hands upon its steel surface for support. She could barely see anything through the fuzzy haze of sleep but with her fingers, she felt around until finally her digits came upon the object she was looking for, a hypo-spray!<br/><br/>Without a word, or any thought to her own modesty, she hastily unzipped the top half of her cryo-suit, giving her the space to free a single arm from her sleeve while snatching the small device with her other hand. She could already feel her stomach grumbling as it rejected the liquidized nutrients the pod had been force feeding her but, before she could lose several days’ worth of breakfast, lunch and supper, the medic swiftly stuck the hypospray into her exposed arm and with a sigh, felt her home-brewed antiemetic go straight to work. Like water on a fire, the churning of her tummy quickly fizzled.<br/><br/>With the first task of the day complete, Vivica stayed true to her undead motif with a tired groan as she slowly shuffled onto her next priority, a good shower and a solid meal. She didn’t bother to zip up, seeing as she was going to remove the suit soon anyway, and her hair was all tousled and messy, making her look a little worse for wear overall. The medic made up for her inelegant appearance however with her natural charm as she greeted those she passed with a grunt or a grumpy grumble.<br/><br/>Her body continued to move by instinct as she entered the showers, wasting no time in slipping from her suit and tossing it into a nearby bin before approaching the first free shower. “Morning,” she yawned as she stretched her arms, finding her body gradually growing more receptive as the spray of the shower struck her skin. Unfortunately, she couldn’t recall if the person responded, her hearing was about as dulled as her vision. Either way, she was still far too out-of-it to engage properly with anyone. There would be plenty of time to chat over a nice hot breakfast.<br/><br/>After she had finished lathering, rinsing and repeating, all in relative silence, the medic turned off the shower and stepped out. The next few moments passed in a blur as she grabbed a towel, dried off, neatened up, got dressed and marched out, with her stomach now grumbling from hunger more than nausea. She wore a pair of black combat boots, military pants and a white tank top.<br/><br/>Before long, Vivica was happily seated in the Mess Hall, a hot mug of incredibly cheap coffee in one hand and a datapad in the other, with a steaming bowl of milk and flakes sitting just in front of her. The pad didn’t really contain anything important beside an inventory of all the current items they had stored for medical use. She was reading it more to keep busy than for any real purpose, if possible though Vivica was hoping she could just take it easy until the briefing. Hopefully nobody would be suffering any ill effects from the cryo-sleep and she could avoid doing any real work.