xp_logs | Doug, Thorazine, embarassment.

Doug wandered down the hall, laptop under an arm and a pensive look on his face. Reaching the door of Marie-Ange's room, he tapped tentatively on it.

"Oui?" Marie-Ange opened the door, sketchbook still in hand. "Doug? "

Doug leaned against the doorjamb and smiled. "Hey, Angie. Whatcha working on?"
"Oh. Not much. Fixing some old sketches." Marie-Ange flipped the sketchbook a few pages. "Jamie asked me to do some drawings for Kitty's Christmas present."

Doug browsed the sketches. "Awesome." Handing the sketchbook back, he asked, "Mind if I come in? I have something I'd like you to look at, make sure I'm translating correctly."

"Sure. But.. I thought you always translated right. That's... what your power is, no?"

Doug nodded. "Well, sort of. I mean, it gives me a knowledge of grammar and syntax. But when colloquialisms and slang get involved, sometimes it goes a little screwy. Which is the problem I'm having right now." Setting down his laptop, he opened it and made a few quick keystrokes. Pointing at a particular notation, he said "What does that say to you?"

Marie-Ange paused, and looked at the document on Doug's laptop. "It is.. a .. I do not know the word in English. A list of things that are sent from place to place. I .. this is medicine, this Thorazine, yes?"

She shook her head. "There isn't any slang here, but .. that is a lot of medicine. That is.... at the bottom - it cost a lot of money, in Francs or American dollars. "

Doug nodded. "Makes sense. And yes, Thorazine is a type of medicine." Pointing to a specific note, Doug added, "But the question I had is more to do with this notation about the form the medicine is in."

Marie-Ange peered closer. "Ah, uh. " her cheeks pinked a bit, and she turned her eyes from the screen. "Oh dear. That .. Doug, that form is.." she trailed off, face red.

Doug blushed in sympathy, closing the laptop. "Um. Yeah. That's what I thought. And can I just say ew?"

"Oh yes. Ew, and ick, and a lot of other words. Why would anyone put medicine there?" Hands fluttering a bit, Marie-Ange closed her eyes. "Ew. "

"Well, as far as I know, some medicines are more effective when applied in...er...that manner." Doug shivered. "Not that you'd ever catch me dead taking any that way."

"Is .. that what Mister Wisdom wanted you to find to help look for Miss Frost?" Marie-Ange shuddered "I .. .. " she paused, and quickly glanced to a pile of papers on her bed. "I think you need to show this to Mister Wisdom, or whoever you are supposed to give it to right away.. maybe also, Doctor MacTaggart."

"Oh, I will, definitely. Although I have something else I'm going to do first." ~If I don't chicken out, anyway...~

".. I think. that maybe this might be more important that ... well, anything. "

Doug nodded. "Okay, point. I'll dash off a quick email to Mr. Wisdom." ~And then go get my heart stomped on.~ Doug very firmly told his inner pessimist to shut up, thank you. Looking harder at Marie-Ange, he narrowed his eyes. "Everything okay with you, Angie?"

"Yes. And.. not, also." Marie-Ange stared down at her feet. "It will probably end up getting told to everyone anyway, but I had a nightmare a while ago about Bobby being .. well, not Bobby, and then.. it is hard to explain."

Doug nodded. "You mean that thing with...whatsername...Mystique? When she was actually impersonating Bobby?" Doug blinked. "Wait. When did you have the dream?"
"Ah.. in October. Doctor MacTaggart knows, I just came back from talking to her."

Marie-Ange slumps into her desk chair. "I am.. .. how does Jamie say it? Having a wiggins."

Doug nodded. "So you think...what, these might be some sort of prophetic dreams? Have you had any others where things have happened like you dreamed?"

"I do not know. I .. hope not, but, I worry about it. .. the only other one was.. just a little thing. .. " she shrugs, and again, blushes. "before.. you knew about your power.. um.. I had that dream, about all of us in an office?" She finishes, almost in a whisper.

Doug blinked, then his eyes widened. "Where I was speaking languages that I don't know how to speak in real life."

"Oui. Yes." Marie-Ange nodded. "and then the Bobby dream, and.. now nightmares about someone putting Miss Frost in a straightjacket."

Doug looked pensive. "From the little Mr. Wisdom has told us about Ms. Frost being abducted, that sounds like another thing that is happening. And if they're using drugs to keep Ms. Frost's telepathy inactive, then in a very real sense they are restraining her." Doug hugged Marie-Ange with one arm. "You're worried about all of this, aren't you."

"So worried, I am not sleeping. I want this to be a coincidence, very, very badly." she hugged back. "Stupid DNA.. "
"Not sleeping?" Doug's face moved into what was now very recognizable as his mother hen expression. "Angie, not sleeping is a bad thing. Just ask Jamie, or Angelo, or even me. Have you talked to Dr. Mactaggart about not sleeping?"

"Not sleeping much, but yes, I talked to her, about the not sleeping, about the dreams. I think she is going to make me write them all down now, but I was mostly doing that already."

Doug nodded. "Okay. I'm glad that someone else is involved with this. Especially someone who has the title of 'doctor'." He smiled. "And hey, if you ever need to talk about it with someone who's not a faculty member, you know where to find me, right?"
Marie-Ange returned the nod. "Yes, I know. .. " she reached up, and ruffled Doug's hair. "I do not know why you think you aren't articulate. You say the right things when you aren't worried about saying the right things."

Doug blushed. "Yeah." ~Now if I can just say the right things to Rogue...~ "But anyways, gotta get going. Need to send that email to Mr. Wisdom and then go talk to someone else." He smiled at Marie-Ange. "You take care of yourself, okay?"

"I will. ." she paused. "Doug? Merci. Thank you."

Doug beamed at Marie-Ange. "Anytime, Angie. It's what I do best." With that, he picked up his laptop and headed out.