Post by Saline-Base on Sept 28, 2014 19:00:28 GMT -5
Saline takes a breath, wearing his best form of clothes, which may as well be him without his cloak, he sits in the waiting room in the Chief Medical Officer's Office. He looks at his brand new letter in his hooves, and with bated breath, he opens it, and in fantastic calligraphy:
CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING ACCEPTED!
PLEASE JOIN US IN:
NEW WORKER'S ORIENTATION
1:00 PM - 7:45 PM
REQUIRED AFTER APPLICATION HAS BEEN ACCEPTED.
DO NOT BE LATE.
PLEASE JOIN US IN:
NEW WORKER'S ORIENTATION
1:00 PM - 7:45 PM
REQUIRED AFTER APPLICATION HAS BEEN ACCEPTED.
DO NOT BE LATE.
He does feel a sense of relief, quickly couples with...how extensive the orientation is. He knows Magical Care Wing is very intricate and a very controversial field, as it accepts both magic users and alchemists for either known Magical Medicine, or Homeopathy. He can imagine the intensive procedures in deciding which potions to assign, which ones to create, how to precisely make it...He can easily confirm that his way of making homemade potions are in a no-fly zone. He looks up at an analog clock, reading 12:30 PM. He notices others, but cannot bring himself to talk, as do most of the others. They all sit in silence for the next half hour, and the door swings open, and they're called in...
Six hours and fourty-five minutes, many speeches of creeds, procedure, and the occasional spell nearly striking others later...
Saline staggers out, his mane is gray on the top from a pony's Therapeutic Heat spell getting flung as a spit of fire, his stomach partially emptied from another's rancid potion...All expected for newbies under such high stress environments. During the orientation, however, he was given the workplace's clothes: A blue, sterile shirt, white pants, and an ID stuck to his shirt, reading, "Saline Base, MCD." He looks down to it like a gilded seal of approval, appreciating the 'Magical Care Doctor' insignia on it, as well. Though he sneezed during his photo taking, making his ears look flopped, and his eyes in mid-cringe. With that, he's then assigned to the Wing as an alchemist's assistant for the next few months, and, finally, a paycheck every week, workplace benefits, a cafeteria he could even eat from, and a place to be accepted!
He couldn't be happier! Nothing could bring him down!
...Could it?
He couldn't be happier! Nothing could bring him down!
...Could it?
