[center][color=ed1c24][h3]Denise
Medical Anthropologist[/h3][/color][/center][hr]
No, no, [i]no.[/i] They were doing it all wrong!

Denise remained respectfully, uncharacteristically quiet throughout the meeting with Holy Vei. Not because there was nothing useful for her to say, but because everyone else kept jumping in haphazardly. Taking quick notes of the inscription-covered surroundings and the slow, deliberate way Holy Vei chose to speak, it seemed her initial impression of this species as a prime example of an energetically spinning throat chakra was correct. Each word the members of the [i]Prize[/i] said… and perhaps more importantly, each word they didn’t say… would be under far more detailed scrutiny than any human could hope to imagine.

The medical anthropologist listened in increasing dismay as the rest of the crew jumped in with dully direct answers to the grand alien’s spoken questions. Spending too much time on denying the divine being’s observations. Being utterly too vague about all the dazzling things the I.S.A. could offer. 

Denise had much experience with confronting stubborn ‘smart’ people who wanted nothing more than to ignore all her wisdom. She had learned how to win some of them over to the real wonderful truth of light and healing. With her unique experience, the Lifebringer knew EXACTLY what to say to turn this disastrous meeting around. She opened her mouth and…


Well, she never got to say it, as the Holy Vei just kicked them out of the planet. Looks like nobody would ever know.

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Denise couldn’t help but allow a bitter tinge to permeate her aura of peace that day. As the crew were briefed, she kept her gaze down to avoid letting slip a caustic glare toward each and every member of that rash delegation team. As everyone began meandering back to their work stations, the frustrated Divon spritzed a few calming sprays of eucalyptus oil around her prime meridian and ordered a virgin White Russian to take some of the edge off.

But then, fate stepped in, as it is wont to do. It seemed one of Havi’s inhabitants was gravely injured and rushed into the medical bay. That was… excellent news! Hooray!

Denise put down her beverage and unzipped a couple of her emergency kit’s many pouches. Then she booked it toward the medical bay, hoping she would get there before any of those way-too-literal doctor types could ruin yet another chance to bring her beautiful healing techniques to this yearning people! 

…For about thirty seconds. Then, heaving for breath, she remembered that miracles are not to be rushed. Denise power-walked the rest of the way to the medical bay with an invigorating sense of purpose.