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Who: M and Carson
What: Getting a clean bill of health
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: The clinic!
Rating: PG for M's smart mouth
M had been in the clinic for about two weeks' time, at this point... long enough for the worst of her wounds to have healed, and enough for her to start getting antsy. She'd been wandering farther and farther out, glad for the chance to stretch her legs, but enough was beginning to be enough. She knew there was much more to see, and a room out there somewhere with, quite literally, her name on it, and a more comfortable bed, and clothes that weren't scrubs, robes, and generic pyjamas.
Honestly, it was the thought of real clothes that was tempting her the most. She missed having that particular avenue of expression available to her. It was difficult for an older woman to look competent and intelligent when wandering around in a bathrobe and slippers like a dementia patient.
So this morning found her sitting in a chair near one window of the clinic, alternating between looking out at the landscape, pondering the mural of Eden, and flipping through the pages of a book she'd wished for while she waited for her assigned physician - and one of her oldest castle acquaintances, at that - to come and take stock of her situation.
What: Getting a clean bill of health
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: The clinic!
Rating: PG for M's smart mouth
M had been in the clinic for about two weeks' time, at this point... long enough for the worst of her wounds to have healed, and enough for her to start getting antsy. She'd been wandering farther and farther out, glad for the chance to stretch her legs, but enough was beginning to be enough. She knew there was much more to see, and a room out there somewhere with, quite literally, her name on it, and a more comfortable bed, and clothes that weren't scrubs, robes, and generic pyjamas.
Honestly, it was the thought of real clothes that was tempting her the most. She missed having that particular avenue of expression available to her. It was difficult for an older woman to look competent and intelligent when wandering around in a bathrobe and slippers like a dementia patient.
So this morning found her sitting in a chair near one window of the clinic, alternating between looking out at the landscape, pondering the mural of Eden, and flipping through the pages of a book she'd wished for while she waited for her assigned physician - and one of her oldest castle acquaintances, at that - to come and take stock of her situation.
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He's heading straight for M's chair, smiling pleasantly. "Good afternoon. Feeling any better?"
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"Is it still cold out there?"
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"Well, unfortunately, I can't do anything about the nonsense. Your side, however..." He takes the medical scanner out from his bag. "Let's see how you're healing up, shall we?"
He glances out the window. "Aye, it is a wee bit."
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"Yes, let's. I'm beginning to think it's high time I got a decent look at this place, I think I know the two bottom floors well enough, at this point."
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He starts taking his scanning, the alien device in the doctor's hand bleeping and humming away merrily.
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"You told me, when we met, that I wouldn't believe where that was from if you told me. ... Do you still think that holds true, now?"
She's been hanging out in a clinic with a half-elf with green hair from another world, after all, and had the Bible read to her by Anne Boleyn, and made friends with nobles from a world where winter can last for decades. The ball game has changed, ever so slightly.
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He's going to pull up a chair first, though. "This device is over ten thousand years old. It was built by a race we call the Ancients, along with hundreds of other advanced peices of technology."
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She scrubs a hand over her face and stares at the device.
"Next you're going to tell me they had cranes to build Stonehenge with, we just haven't found them yet." There's a hint of progress, though - she doesn't sound incredulous so much as oddly resigned.
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"They also built Atlantis."
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"As in, the underwater city? Or is that a codename for something else?"
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She's trying to believe him, she really is - so many people have told her the importance of an open mind, here - so she's choosing instead to focus on the parts of it she'd react to if it were a rational situation... in this case, the frustration of futility.
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She believes in a nice, sensible combination of evolution and God's will, after all, has for over sixty years, and aliens have never entered into it.
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He raises the Life-signs Detector. "One of them being this. Most Ancient technology is coded so that a specific gene needs to be present in the user to activate, or even use, the device."
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