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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.

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"Atlantis." She gives him that ever-so-slight roll of her eyes that vaguely suggests she's humoring him. But even this short a stay in the castle is doing wonders for opening up her mind.... not that she's about to start believing in everything she's told, or wholeheartedly embracing the concept of magic, but - she's at least willing to dip her toes in the water, if not swim.

"As in, the underwater city? Or is that a codename for something else?"

"The underwater city." He states, simply. "The reason no-one found it on Earth is because the Ancients moved the city to the Pegasus Galaxy. It was then submerged on it's new home planet, and the Ancients returned to Earth. That's likely how the rumours started."

"Well, that's not much help," she said crisply, with a roll of her eyes. "If you're going to move an entire city to keep it from sinking, and it still sinks anyway, is there any point?"

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.

"It wasn't moved because it was sinking." Carson does have a sterling amount of patience. "It's a Cityship. A colony ship. It was moved because the Ancients were threatened. They had to leave the Milky Way."

It was like trying to follow the plot of a movie, M thought, her brow creasing. As long as she thought of it in a fictional context, she supposed it was easy enough to follow. But slotting it into her concept of reality was the tough part. "How did no one notice, then?"

"It was over ten thousand years ago." Carson states, shifting in his chair. "The Ancients, we believe, were the first evolution of our form. From what we've discovered, they were from another galaxy, millennia ago, and moved to the Milky Way due to a dispute with other members of their species."

"... So, humans are evolved from aliens, Doctor, is that what you're trying to say? That's going to be a bit harder for me to swallow than the rest, I think."

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.

"There is genetic proof that states that humans from my version of reality evolved from, or with the help of, the Ancients."

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."

With a dry laugh and a roll of her eyes, she gets to her feet to have a closer look. "I always knew something was off about you Scots, I suppose that explains it as well as anything.". The jape is about as close to a suspension of disbelief as he'll probably get. "Suppose it doesn't matter where it came from, as long as it'll say if I'm fit for my own room yet."