Task #03 – N A T H A L I E  H A L E ’ S  H O M E  

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Catie was actually very excited to be on the decorating committee this year at the block party. Especially since it was her first block party in 10 years. Her mother always contributed when she was younger so it was so much fun to actually be a part of it now as an adult. She was very excited to be working with Nathalie. She never had an older sister figure and she had hopes that maybe this event would bring them close. Especially since she admired Nathalie’s career. If she wasn’t an artist/taxidermist maybe she would have used her degree in Biology to actually be a doctor. She sipped on her coffee and grabbed out her Ipad so she could doodle ideas as they came up with them. “Don’t forget daisies!” she added. “I do know how to make leis! It’s not that hard. We just need needles, thread, and lots of flowers. Think of it as sewing flowers together.” A light bulb then went off in Catie’s head, “since we’re doing leis– should we do a beach theme?” she asked. 

Has Nathalie ever been to a block party? No. Has she ever had an interest in them? Also no. But she was determined to throw a great one, and her determination was the unstoppable kind. It helped that her partner seemed happy to be participating, that energy was sure to speed up the process. With a nod, she scrawled ‘daisies’ onto her list. The florist was either going to love or hate her when she placed her behemoth order. “When you put it like that, I should be able to get a handle on it,” she hummed, offering a smile as she finally took a sip from her coffee. “Fun, quintessentially summer... beach theme it is.” Returning to her notepad, she wrote their theme in comically-large letters along with everything that came to mind with beaches. Surely she could find a couple of palm trees somewhere. “What made you go into art?” she asked while she wrote, glancing up a little, “If you don’t mind my asking.”

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paris let out a laugh and scrunched her nose hearing the woman mention haggis. “oh god. no!” she exclaimed and clutched at her chest. “the last time i had haggis i was with my mates and it was on a dare. probably the worst two seconds of my life.” she said and nearly gagged thinking about the awful food again. paris rolled her eyes again and sat quietly for a moment as nat assessed her, wasn’t that what therapists were for? “oh c’mon. if i needed dr. nathalie i would have said so?” she asked, raising a brow. “i don’t wanna talk about it, it’s stupid and childish and i’ll get over it i’m sure. so stop assessing me and try one of these!” she said as her order was brought out and paris ordered herself some boneless wings. “they’re to die for.” another distraction, right?

“I’ve met one person who genuinely likes the stuff. I don’t think I’ve spoken to them since,” Nathalie smirked. Overreactions over inconsequential things happened to be her strong point. Finished with her inspection, she raised her hands in mock surrender. ”Okay, okay, I won’t prod.” And she wouldn’t. She had more than enough thoughts and musings that she’d rather not bring to light. Taking one of the offered wings, she eyeballed it for a moment, “Are you going to hate me if I tell you I’ve never had one?” Nat took a tentative bite, expression falling blank. “These… are incredible. Help yourself to all of my fries.”

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“Right, so summer flowers,” Nathalie chewed on the end of her pen, brow furrowed in light concentration. Her coffee sat largely untouched, condensation creeping down the glass as the ice melted. A true testament to her focus. “Sunflowers, lavender, peonies, dahlias... am I missing anything?” Green eyes flicked up to her partner. Catie was her planning guru, so to speak, and the brunette nearly heaved a sigh of relief when she agreed to meet at Coffee With Love. She could source the decorations and had already set that process in motion, but she needed someone to give her cues on what was and wasn’t considered appropriate for a block party. Vibrant colors and celebrations were not her strong point, if her own ensemble of deep navies and black leather was any indication. “Do you know how to make leis? I was thinking ropes of flower garland could be nice stretched across the street.” @caaatiemttws​

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it’s only F A I L U R E if you don’t learn something      - unknown.

On her list of chores for her day off, Nathalie hadn’t expected opening the door to a police officer to be one of them. Her arms were splattered with flour from her latest attempt at baking, and she could only imagine the state of her hair. Still, the brunette did her best to appear presentable, smoothing down her shirt as listened. “I’m sorry to inconvenience you with something stupid like this, officer,” she sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “You see, Mrs. Duncan and I have an... interesting relationship. She keeps cats, who often end up in my garden.” Nat nodded to the sad plot of dirt, only a single tomato vine crawling from the soil. She never claimed to have a green thumb. “So, my dog, Fionn, takes it as his job to bark at them through the window. Apparently, his barking spikes their ‘anxiety’.” As if knowing that they were talking about him, the whippet came to stand at her side. “I have to give it to her, though, I didn’t think she was ballsy enough to call the police over it.”

josephine stepped out of her police marked vehicle, not that she didn’t have enough work piled on, she was now taking calls from dispatch whilst on break, huffing and mumbling some grumpy nonsense. she started to roll up the path towards a house, she’d been dispatched to check out a noise complaint at this address, yet there was no blaring music or loud yelling. the brunette composed herself, knocked on the door whilst clearing her throat. “ hey, so what’s going on? there was a noise complaint at this address.  — were you being too loud? or is your neighbor a bit hysterical? since i’ve gotten seven calls in the last 15 minutes from them to this address. ”

Me, forgetting my abnormal knowledge of medical terminology: my favourite thing about POTS is that Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome is literally... exactly what it sounds like?! It's so cool!

A non-spoonie: what what what-the who now syndrome?

hey, is that [ KATIE MCGRATH ] in san amore? of course not, it’s just [ NATHALIE HALE ]. [ SHE/HER ] is [ THIRTY-FIVE ] years old, identifies as [ CISFEMALE ] and has been a resident here for [ ONE YEAR ]. they keep themselves busy as a [ CARDIOTHORACIC SURGEON ]. though they may come across as [ INTUITIVE ] and [ COMPASSIONATE ], don’t be fooled too easily as they can also be [ GUARDED ] and [ SARDONIC ]. i wonder what trouble they’re going to bring.

Morning everyone! I’m Taylor and this is Nat, my sarcastic but well-meaning doctor. The link to her bio is here (tw: death) and I’m also attaching a quick personal run-through and wanted connections :)

Full Name: Nathalie Erin Hale

Nickname(s): Nat, Hale

Age: 35

Birthday: 12/21/1984

Nationality: Irish

Gender: Cisfemale

Preferred Pronoun(s): She/Her

Sexual and Romantic Orientation: Pansexual

Religion: Agnostic

Occupation: Cardiovascular Surgeon

Face Claim: Katie Mcgrath

Relationships

Birth Order: Eldest

Parents: Ronan and Ines Hale

Siblings: Sinead Hale

Pets: Fionn, a three-year-old Whippet

Significant Other(s): None

Physical Traits

Eye Color(s): Green

Hair Color(s): Brown/Black

Height: 5’6

Notable Physical Traits: A diamond-shaped freckle on her hip

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression: Reserved

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good "The Rebel"

Jung: INFJ

Enneagram: Type One "The Reformer”

Four Temperaments: Melancholic

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Patronus: Falcon

Five Prominent Traits: Intuitive, Compassionate, Sardonic, Guarded, Stubborn

Misc

Skills: Surgery, painting, piano

Hobbies: Reading, running with Fionn

Element: Water

Animal: Hummingbird

Plant: Camellias or lilacs, she can never decide

Wanted Connections –

Work acquaintance/friend: Nat spends a decent portion of her time at the hospital, so she’s developed most of her relationships there.

Dog Park Friend: When she’s not at the hospital, Nat and her dog Fionn are attached at the hip.

Adversary/Flat-Out Enemy: Sarcasm isn’t for everyone, and it’s a language that Nat is fluent in. Combined with her stubbornness, she’s sure to butt heads with people.

I’m also open to any and everything else, feel free to message me for plots!

“oh no not again” -me waking up

Did I, uh–did I say something wrong? I’m getting a vibe like I just made a really bad first impression.