Doug and Bishop (BACKDATED)
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xp_logsBackdated to November 23rd. Doug comes in to the kitchen looking for food, and finds one of his Snow Valley coworkers who he hasn't really met formally. They are remarkably laconic at each other. And then Doug pulls a non sequitur and asks Bishop for a favor.
Bishop had managed to find some fried chicken hidden in the fridge of the mansion and, though he hated to do it, he had to use the microwave to get it somewhere near edible. He rummaged around for some sides and had to settle on corn and mashed potatoes. Nothing spectacular but it would do considering he was scavenging left-overs from a fridge in a house absolutely packed full of young people. After finishing the preparations he took his plate to the nearby table to eat. He didn't know if there were rules about eating in ones room.
Work and nightmare-interrupted sleep could only take up so many hours of the day, and he still had to eat if he didn't want the Wrath of Angry Russian Doctor. And Doctor Voght could be quite intimidating without even really trying. So Doug tended to try and pick off-times, when most of the mansion's population wouldn't be there. Still, the likelihood of nobody being there was pretty low, given some of the sleep cycles that the various denizens had. But only one person, and a coworker at that, he could deal with. Not that he and Bishop had interacted much beyond a nod and a neutral greeting in the halls of the Snow Valley offices. He made a small wave in the other man's direction and went towards the refrigerator in search of something that wouldn't make him throw up.
"Not much in there because of recent happenings... and probably us as extra guests." When Bishop first spoke with someone he tended to be very casual about picking the topic; this is what passed as casual in their world. He didn't know Doug really at all and some people tended to be more then a little skittish, or confrontational for no reason.
Doug shrugged as he perused the contents of the fridge. Sadly, it had been a while since he'd been a student, so all of the clever tricks that students performed to hide the 'good stuff' were probably different from Jamie and his days of not-so-cleverly relabeling things. So he examined tupperware containers until he found some hummus, then went searching through cupboards to find something to dip in it. It wasn't that he was skittish or confrontational in any way, more that he didn't feel the need to engage in small talk.
Without engaging Doug at all Bishop continued to sit quietly, eating what he was calling a meal and taking the first few moments he had in a while to just be. He usually kept himself occupied with work or favors and, though he loved his work, everyone needed a moment to occasionally relax.
Doug appreciated the quiet, actually, so rather than disappear from the kitchen once he'd found some chips, he sat down at the table across from Bishop and munched on the food. There was a companionable socialness to the quiet, rather than an awkwardness.
Bishop nodded when Doug sat across from him but otherwise he was silent; well, as silent as he could be while eating. He found it hard to gauge how people would react to him sometimes. Out and about being huge and a mutant tended to give people the jitters and that was still the case sometimes even with other mutants; particularly those who's powers he could absorb.
Bishop's physique didn't intimidate Doug at all, in fact, the ex-detective's calm, reassured body language was relaxing. Doug thought for a moment on what he knew about Bishop, and a connection formed in his head. Perhaps there might be a beneficial side effect to Emma's work inside his brain. He knew that Bishop kept a few firearms secured in his office and apartment, but... "Would you be willing to teach me how to shoot?" he asked in an apparent non sequitur, given that he'd jumped straight over all of his internal thinking to the question itself.
"You got it." That was about the extent of the response too. Bishop liked when people got to their point if the in between wasn't anything he needed to know about. No use listening to someone's thought process, which likely wouldn't make much sense, just to get to the conclusion that would have made more sense from the start.
The lack of confused questioning was nice. Doug rather thought he would get to like Bishop. At least, once he had regular human emotions back. "When's good for you?" he asked.
"Any time after work's fine." Bishop was just finishing up the last of his meal, stacking up his silverware on the plate along with the napkin he had been using.
Straightforward and without any unnecessary talking around the subject. If he'd had proper emotional responses, Doug probably would have been thankful for Bishop's directness. Of course, if he'd had proper emotional responses, he probably wouldn't have been as direct himself, and he certainly wouldn't be raising this particular subject. The circularness of that train of thought made Doug's head hurt, so he shrugged and put the lid back on the container of hummus. He stood from the table when Bishop did and put it back in the refrigerator. "See you," he said.
Bishop had managed to find some fried chicken hidden in the fridge of the mansion and, though he hated to do it, he had to use the microwave to get it somewhere near edible. He rummaged around for some sides and had to settle on corn and mashed potatoes. Nothing spectacular but it would do considering he was scavenging left-overs from a fridge in a house absolutely packed full of young people. After finishing the preparations he took his plate to the nearby table to eat. He didn't know if there were rules about eating in ones room.
Work and nightmare-interrupted sleep could only take up so many hours of the day, and he still had to eat if he didn't want the Wrath of Angry Russian Doctor. And Doctor Voght could be quite intimidating without even really trying. So Doug tended to try and pick off-times, when most of the mansion's population wouldn't be there. Still, the likelihood of nobody being there was pretty low, given some of the sleep cycles that the various denizens had. But only one person, and a coworker at that, he could deal with. Not that he and Bishop had interacted much beyond a nod and a neutral greeting in the halls of the Snow Valley offices. He made a small wave in the other man's direction and went towards the refrigerator in search of something that wouldn't make him throw up.
"Not much in there because of recent happenings... and probably us as extra guests." When Bishop first spoke with someone he tended to be very casual about picking the topic; this is what passed as casual in their world. He didn't know Doug really at all and some people tended to be more then a little skittish, or confrontational for no reason.
Doug shrugged as he perused the contents of the fridge. Sadly, it had been a while since he'd been a student, so all of the clever tricks that students performed to hide the 'good stuff' were probably different from Jamie and his days of not-so-cleverly relabeling things. So he examined tupperware containers until he found some hummus, then went searching through cupboards to find something to dip in it. It wasn't that he was skittish or confrontational in any way, more that he didn't feel the need to engage in small talk.
Without engaging Doug at all Bishop continued to sit quietly, eating what he was calling a meal and taking the first few moments he had in a while to just be. He usually kept himself occupied with work or favors and, though he loved his work, everyone needed a moment to occasionally relax.
Doug appreciated the quiet, actually, so rather than disappear from the kitchen once he'd found some chips, he sat down at the table across from Bishop and munched on the food. There was a companionable socialness to the quiet, rather than an awkwardness.
Bishop nodded when Doug sat across from him but otherwise he was silent; well, as silent as he could be while eating. He found it hard to gauge how people would react to him sometimes. Out and about being huge and a mutant tended to give people the jitters and that was still the case sometimes even with other mutants; particularly those who's powers he could absorb.
Bishop's physique didn't intimidate Doug at all, in fact, the ex-detective's calm, reassured body language was relaxing. Doug thought for a moment on what he knew about Bishop, and a connection formed in his head. Perhaps there might be a beneficial side effect to Emma's work inside his brain. He knew that Bishop kept a few firearms secured in his office and apartment, but... "Would you be willing to teach me how to shoot?" he asked in an apparent non sequitur, given that he'd jumped straight over all of his internal thinking to the question itself.
"You got it." That was about the extent of the response too. Bishop liked when people got to their point if the in between wasn't anything he needed to know about. No use listening to someone's thought process, which likely wouldn't make much sense, just to get to the conclusion that would have made more sense from the start.
The lack of confused questioning was nice. Doug rather thought he would get to like Bishop. At least, once he had regular human emotions back. "When's good for you?" he asked.
"Any time after work's fine." Bishop was just finishing up the last of his meal, stacking up his silverware on the plate along with the napkin he had been using.
Straightforward and without any unnecessary talking around the subject. If he'd had proper emotional responses, Doug probably would have been thankful for Bishop's directness. Of course, if he'd had proper emotional responses, he probably wouldn't have been as direct himself, and he certainly wouldn't be raising this particular subject. The circularness of that train of thought made Doug's head hurt, so he shrugged and put the lid back on the container of hummus. He stood from the table when Bishop did and put it back in the refrigerator. "See you," he said.
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