the 002nd. || voice

[pike]

[ Much like Nigel's first post, there is only silence when the device first clicks on. Eventually, though, the young man on the other end of the connection clears his throat. His tone is politely curious. ]

I've been told that the dead do not stay dead here and in ways much more involved than the occasional curse. Which leaves me wondering, City: is there no need for undertakers here?

[ There's a pause and then Nigel adds: ]  I had hoped to make myself useful.

Comments

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I have a pretty good rate. And the odds here work for me.

[synanthrope]

But at the end of the day, some people do die.

And some of those people do not come back. Who handles the dead bodies? Surely not the doctors.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

It's a rare event. After autopsy we usually hand things over to the relatives, or friends. They make their own arrangements.

Half the time a grave crops up of its own accord.

[synanthrope]

I see. I didn't know it was so rare.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

There are more that don't come through the hospital directly. Not enough to base a career on, particularly when you're seventeen and completely lacking experience.

[synanthrope]

Who starts a career here? He doesn't even need the money.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Seventeen and completely lacking experience. It's a delicate job.

[synanthrope]

I don't think most people have space to complain about experience.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Right, we'll just hand out flyers at the mall for morgue work. The restaurants are overstaffed, and aspirating a cavity's not much different to filling a garlic kiev, really.

He'd need a degree. At the least he'd need someone with a degree looking over him.

[synanthrope]

You misunderstand. Did you think I was looking for him to be unsupervised?

Don't treat me as though I'm stupid, Robert. I'm not.

[She doesn't sound angry, or upset, simply matter-of-fact]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I know you're not. But I told you, there's no one here I'd refer him to.

[synanthrope]

Then he'll have to find something else to occupy his time.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I don't mind talking through options with him. But in terms of anatomy study, he won't find much that's hands-on. Whose hands are on them is something people still get funny about.

[synanthrope]

Do you?

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I like a say in it.

[synanthrope]

How does one get added to the list?

1/2

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[There's just a laugh]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Can I stop by, tomorrow? I've got the day free.

[synanthrope]

Yes, of course. Come by the garage. We'll take a car out. I'll even let you drive.

[Because there's still a bullethole in her shoulder, she can't shift as quickly as she likes, and if Saya can't do something perfectly she doesn't do it at all.]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Really?

[The perils of a lengthy shift schedule means missing important things, sometimes. Not that he's given to turning gift horses down.]

[synanthrope]

Yes. You may choose which car.

Just not the Bentley, it's getting work done.

[Besides it'll give Mouse and Freddy something to do, cleaning up what the salt and grit do to it afterwards.]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

You know which car.

Good. I'll answer your other question then.

[synanthrope]

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

See you tomorrow.