Reception Desk

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As Sophia walked into the Chelsea and Westminister Hospital, she looked over the flyer she'd grabbed one more time to make sure that she was in the right place. She also glanced around at the surroundings. At least the hospital itself looked nice (she'd never had a reason to go to the hospital while in London, so this was her first visit). She also wondered just how many other people would be present for the testing. Was she the only test subject, or was this something they were testing on numerous people? Sophia was no doctor (though she was studying to be an animal one), but she figured that they would get the best results if they had more people.

Regardless, she was offering her services. Knowing that waiting around was going to get her pretty much nowhere, she decided to head up to the reception desk to ask for information concerning the flyer. There was one person ahead of her, asking where their brother's room was located. Of course. Next came Sophia, and she placed the flyer in front of the receptionist with a smile.

"Found this pinned up on the bulletin board at Imperial College. Could you point me in the direction I need to go?" She wished that the paper offered her a bit more information - Such as a room number or department or something. That would also give her a clue as to what she might be the test subject for. As it was, there were still an awful lot of unknowns. At least she knew the name of the doctor that she would be working with? That was better than nothing, she supposed.

[Missy]

MOD - OLIVIER NILES

Yet another dull day at the hospital - people coming in, people going out, beds being freshly vacated only to be snatched and filled again within the hour. And here he was, a humble soldier at the front lines of the war. 'Everyone was important!' They had said, even the forgotten employee behind the screen. Lord, his cheeks ached from all the smiling.

"Found this pinned up on the bulletin board at Imperial College. Could you point me in the direction I need to go?"

Olivier waved his hand in the general direction of the noise, snagging the slip right out of the lady's hand? He had mastered the art of grasping things from midair without actually looking away from his computer screen. Sore cheek muscles were bad enough; no need to add neck discomfort from nonstop swerving to the list of cons as well.

Ah, Dr. Otto Alvintzi, was it? Olivier had received direct orders to call for him when someone arrived with this particular form. Picking up the phone beside him, Olivier punched in some numbers and mumbled into the receiver.

"He's on his way."

MOD - DR. OTTO ALVINTZI

Finally, finally. Someone has arrived. At last, things are about to get very interesting.

"Hello, how do you do? I'm Dr. Otto Alvintzi." He greeted the young miss (?) and offered a friendly hand. He was a pretty decent looking fellow; young and in his early thirties but yet carried the mature air of an experienced physician. Lanky and held in a casually professional posture, he seemed like just a normal bloke, nothing too interesting or outstanding.

"Let's jump straight into this, shall we?" He pivoted, heading down one of the corridors. "I trust you had read the relevant requirements and understand what you've signed up for?"