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valllor:
“Richie?” Whatever thousand nicknames she can probably come up with in the spot can be better for him than Richie. It doesn’t suit him, if you ask her, but then she’s looking around for signs of anyone else ( as if he’d lie about that, but she wants to make sure ).
Turns out he’s right. He’s the only doctor around. Must be hell. “I’ll call you Olivera if that’s alright with you,” even if it isn’t, she’s made up her mind.
“So what’s up with the rest of your guys, huh? Too sleepy to drag themselves out of their beds, too lazy, what? If I were you, I’d be pissed at them.”
“— actually, mark me down as curious. Why are you the only doctor around here, Serpico?”
“Yeah, fine by me.” He’s past Dr. formalities at this point, although he misses the sentimentality of Doc these days. Oh well. “With their families, I hope. They’re probably stuck in some shelter right now. Probably worrying I’m fucking everything up.”
Not really. “I’m the only one who lives here. Uh, more specifically, over there.” He turns his head to gesture with his chin towards the couch in the office, blanket draped over the back. “It’s...a delicate situation. I was living in Hong Kong before this. And they didn’t really have any beds to spare for people that weren’t the pilots.” ( He would have very willingly slept on a couch anyway. )
It’s quiet for a second. There’s still nothing on the TV. “So if you’re not a ranger, and unless you’re the new graveyard shift nurse we desperately need, what are you doing here?”
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valllor:
“No I don’t know him. Think I’ve heard the name, probably? Fuck, there’s too many people in here,” not just the fucking room— all of it. All of them. It was pretty overwhelming sometimes. And they were all on the edge of their seats, let’s see who we lose today, this Jaeger’s going to kill it, that one’s going to end up broken.
They messed with her vibes.
“So you’re worried because they might fuck things up? They better not, I’d be fucking pissed. But hey, it’s 50/50. They do wonderfully, or they just don’t. I’d trust Hansen though. He’s a good guy. I like his dog.
And what’s your name Big Lebowski?”
“Never said there was anything wrong with the Marshal. Just him I’m worried about.” He almost starts to elaborate, but he can tell she’s agitated, despite the fact he’s still a little hazy. He almost wants to tell her medbay isn’t the place for her to be, then, but it either won’t come out right or he’ll look creepily observant.
Big Lebowski. Very funny. His eyes are probably still a little red, actually–he tries to check his reflection in the window, but of course he can’t see. “Richie.”
He pauses, then adds: “Richie Olivera. I’m a doctor here. Actually, the only doctor here right now, because I was already here at three in the morning.”
He cracks his knuckles idly, trying to will the news to return to footage of the attack. “Just me and a couple nurses, now.”
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“Big comparatively. I don’t know.”
He puts his chin in his hand. He doesn’t blame her for stirring up that familiar paranoia, but it takes a while to settle it again -- it’s something that sets itself deep in his chest, not quite pain, but close.
“He’s a grown-ass man. He can handle himself. Just that Hansen put him up with some blond kid before they even gave it a test drive. I’ve seen that kinda perfect match good faith stunt before by the PPDC, and it never really works, which is why they stopped doing it.
“His name’s Jesús. You know him?”
“Not the biggest there’s been.”
( It’s certainly not supposed to be comforting,
but she guesses he can take it as such. )
“Ey, look. We’ve all had family like that. Doing risky shit. I’d help, but the livestream is dead. You’re gonna have to picture it all up here,” she taps at her head, not looking up from her tablet.
“Who’s your cousin?”
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“ Maybe. Motherfucker was big looking. ”
That’s my cousin up there. Need to get ready to hear all about it. ”
“ With three of ‘em? Doubt it takes two hours, come on, be real.
Why do you wanna know? Nervous? ”
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“ How long do you think this one’s gonna take? Two hours? Fifteen minutes? ”
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NAME ; OLIVERA, RICHIE
BORN ; June 19, 1987, San Francisco, CA, USA [40]
MED TEAM ; PHYSICIAN/SURGEON
Richie grew up in the Mission District of San Francisco while his father served in the Coast Guard in Alameda. The second-oldest of five children, he usually had trouble making friends – when he did, he was known to be reliable and level-headed. While his other siblings dabbled in different kinds of art and made plans to live out of state, Richie, finding his passions didn’t run as deep, attended UC Berkeley, changing his major a few times before ultimately switching to pre-med. He found the hard work cathartic, and eventually got his medical degree. He was twenty-six when Trespasser emerged from the Breach. Everyone in his family survived but his father, who was on Alameda Island at the time.
Knowing his options were running low, he used nepotism–his late father, namely–to work his way into a military operational, serving a few years as a physician. Well into the Jaeger War, he was redeployed into the Hong Kong Shatterdome as a medical officer.
In 2024, the Kaiju Insurrector attacked Los Angeles, where his oldest brother and youngest sister were living at the time. Both were casualties before the Kaiju was ultimately killed by Striker Eureka. Richie could not attend their funeral, and left the Shatterdome briefly after.
The loss of most of his immediate family was no longer something he could ignore with his work. He suffered a mental break, both looking and acting unrecognizable. For three years to follow he lived in Hong Kong, becoming fluent in Cantonese and opening a “private clinic” of his own–a backalley office in his own apartment. Although it was more lucrative than working at the Shatterdome ever was, he knew it wasn’t sustainable. In 2027, he was re-recruited by Hercules Hansen, who Richie had treated countless times. Knowing it would give him a reliable place to rest his head, as well as being able to reunite with his cousin Jesús, he ultimately accepted.
The Jaeger Program currently funds most of his survival. He dresses the same as he did in Hong Kong and usually sleeps on a couch in the medbay, and is still somehow one of the most capable medical officers in the Iwaya Shatterdome. It’s not easy, but for Richie, things very rarely are.
TRAITS;
[ ✓ ] witty, empathetic, pragmatic
[ ✗ ] stubborn, troubled, bitter
RICHIE’S FACECLAIM IS JOAQUIN PHOENIX and he is TAKEN
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