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[curada]

I would be happy if you'd do me the honor of answering a few questions.

First, I would have it known how a doctor sets about establishing their license to practice. Is it the case that such legality is established upon entrance to this world? I highly doubt any sane medical council would permit an unlicensed physician to remain in post, as negligence is surely as endemic in this world as anywhere else. Pertinently, what funding is available for research fellowships, or starting one's own practice?

Second, might those of you with an appreciation of medical science be willing to permit me to make an account of your state of health? A physical examination with all that's entailed. Were I so fortunate as to receive your participation in medical screening, I dare say that it would assist the future treatment of everyone.

Please do me the honor of withholding your response if it fails to address either point in question. You have my gratitude, in any case.

[Do reply though. That's just his ego showing.]

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[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Same here, Victor. Or should I say "Doctor Court?" Either way, I'm available for the exam whenever you are.

[curada]

I expect you to call me whatever makes you comfortable; and, indeed, to decide on an appointment that is convenient to yourself. You will perhaps be easier to accomodate in the afternoon, when my existence is less bound by trying to find more suitable employment.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Works for me, Doctor. You'll hear from me soon.

So I take it the government assigned you something weird instead of just making you a doctor, didn't they?

[curada]

Tailoring is not a passion of mine; I confess that I am perplexed that they decided it would be my employment all the same. But you speak as if this is regular behavior?

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[It's good thing this is text so Victor can't hear the bitter, tired laughter on the other end.]

Oh yeah. You have no idea. But you'll get used to it soon enough.

[curada]

Soon, yes.

In the meanwhile, I shall go and get on with business. Thank you again for your assistance, Jacob.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

No problem. Good meeting you Victor. I'll be in touch later.

[OOC: for the record, Victor's examination of Jacob will reveal that he is 1. shredded as fuck and exceptionally healthy 2. has the standard oddities associated with imPorts, i.e. nanites, and 3. has a cybernetic implant in the base of his skull that is necessary to use his powers.]