The Perk, Thursday morning

[deaddadsclub]

The staff at the Perk all groaned at Cristina as she came in. Cristina was unphased.

"Look, I'm giving you an opportunity to make up for that travesty you tried to serve me in the park yesterday," she said. "I'm doing you a favor."

And then she promptly tipped them all an almost obscene amount. You had to balance out your snark with cash if you didn't want bodily fluids in your coffee, after all. And doctors thrived on coffee. Even when they had almost nothing to do 90% of their time.

Cristina sipped her latte, made several approving noises to let the staff know they'd done good this time, and went to go find herself a seat and read some medical journals. Just because she was exiled to Magical Podunk, Maryland didn't mean she couldn't keep up with the latest research. She wanted to keep her mind sharp for when she eventually woke up from this coma, or whatever it was.

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[magnusrushesin]

Since he couldn't going to onto the mainland for a Starbucks everyday, Magnus was supporting local business.

With the most sugary drink he could buy.

"Hail and well met," he said once he noticed Cristina.

[deaddadsclub]

Oh good god.

"Um," said Cristina. "Hello."

[magnusrushesin]

"Hi!" Yeah, sorry about that. "Are you new in town?"

[deaddadsclub]

"Yup," Cristina said, popping the P. "Got here last week. Apparently you all needed a real doctor at the clinic."

[magnusrushesin]

"Oh, sweet! I've never dealt with a competent healer before." Somewhere, Merle was super hurt by this.

[deaddadsclub]

"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me."

[magnusrushesin]

"I was just using healing potions and long rests," he admitted. "But Taako gets stingy with the potions."

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke was going to the store, but first there was the stop at the Perk, where she walked in and they just immediately started making her drink. So while she was waiting, she said, "Don't you look new."

Here, Cristina, have someone normal!

[deaddadsclub]

At this point, Brooke was strange and absurd until proven normal. Cristina had been burned before.

"Don't I just." She sighed, set her journal aside, and looked up. "Hi, I'm the new doctor at the clinic."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Brooke Davis. I dress everybody pretty." Or she would If the store ever got traffic. "What brings you to town?"

[deaddadsclub]

"Cristina Yang." She nodded and flashed Brooke a quick, small smile. "I'm guessing some kind of metaphysical schadenfreude. Or a traumatic brain injury."

[gobrookeyourself]

"...Does that mean you didn't come here by choice?" Brooke asked slowly.

[deaddadsclub]

Cristina nodded again and shrugged. "Why, did you?"

If she wanted to dress pretty people, a tiny podunk town didn't seem like the most exciting place.

[battlewithstyle]

"Oh, hello doctor," Mitsutada greeted. He was nursing a cup of green tea in his gloved hands and was in considerably less disarray than last she'd seen him - though he was now in his usual outfit of a blue-with-red-stripes track suit. "It is good to see you again. Thank you for the other day."

[deaddadsclub]

"You're welcome." Cristina gave him a nod and a smile. "How are those stitches holding up, Mr. Shokudaikiri?"

[battlewithstyle]

"Mitsutada is fine, thank you," he paused. "Meaning what you can call me. I do not tend to refer to myself in the third person. That would be odd."

He chuckled softly. "The stitches are holding up well. I am grateful to have had such expert care. And you were correct to say that your stitches are quite excellent."

[deaddadsclub]

"I'm glad to hear it. You're the only actual medicine I've managed to practice in weeks."

She was going to resort to practicing stitches on bananas soon.

[battlewithstyle]

"I could go around stabbing people if you need more patients," Mitsutada joked, before taking a long sip of his tea.

[deaddadsclub]

"You know, I am almost ready to take you up on that."

This island didn't even have any cars. Even when there was nothing else going on in Seattle, she could usually count on at least one MVC to brighten things up.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden sipped her tea. From her table by the window she watched the stranger tell the staff off, feeling a little smug that she finally wasn't the only one who found this place lacking.

"The tea is also unacceptable unless you argue with them," she said, loud enough to reach both Cristina and the staff.

[deaddadsclub]

"Well yeah," Cristina said, rolling her eyes. "Tea is hot leaf water. Hot bean water is clearly superior."

What? She was hilarious.

[1000yearstoolate]

Another one. Seivarden put her cup down, her expression changing to unimpressed.

"If hot bean water is what you try to order you deserve what you get."

She smiled. She could be funny too.

[deaddadsclub]

"Vanilla latte," Cristina said, raising her cup. "And I do deserve it, thank you."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I have no idea what that is, and I'm sure I don't want to know," Seivarden said with a snort. "I'm sure you deserve it."

Because something called that could not be good. Not that she minded vanilla, or that she ever had tasted coffee, but Seivarden was prejudiced agains 'hot leaf water' people. Justifiably, she thought.

"Just don't let the staff her poison you, the medical care here is atrocious."

[deaddadsclub]

"Don't let the nurses at the clinic hear you say that," Cristina said. "They hold a grudge."

They still hadn't forgiven her for making fun of them for playing canasta. Which was absurd because come on. Canasta!