Log: Monet and Doreen in the medlab

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OOC: Backdated because I'm a dill.



Monet had been in to see Dr Voight to go over the results of her three monthly post-Marius checkup complete with a (mandatory, every time) trip to a neurologist and an extra special fun trip into an MRI. Cleared, she was on her way out when she noticed the door to Doreen's room was open.

"Hey dudette. How are you and your freaky hands going?" she asked, stepping into the room.

Doreen looked over. A laptop on her bed was playing the Justice League catoon, "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. I have haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaands."

"Yes. Yes you do. Aren't you clever like that? How did you get them?"

Doreen paused, “I don’t know,” she said after a moment, sounding very stunned.

"You don't know how you got your hands? Honey, you've had them all your life. You should know this." And okay, this was mean but seriously, she had to.

“Oh yeah,” Doreen said, like it suddenly dawned on her. And then she thought about it for a moment, “You know, you always hear about pirates getting pegged legs, but do you think they ever get peg hands?”

"Nah. They never got peg hands. That's fucking stupid. They got hooks, instead."

"They did, didn't they, but wait! There's the one pirate in Family Guy who has pegs for arms, but he says his mom was a tree!" Doreen said. Apparently this subject required more thought.

"Really? Cool. Need a drink or anything, dudette?" Because, seriously, talking to Doreen when she was like this beat the hell out of well, anything else she needed to right now.

Monet had been in to see Dr Voight to go over the results of her three monthly post-Marius checkup complete with a (mandatory, every time) trip to a neurologist and an extra special fun trip into an MRI. Cleared, she was on her way out when she noticed the door to Doreen's room was open.

"Hey dudette. How are you and your freaky hands going?" she asked, stepping into the room.

Doreen looked over. A laptop on her bed was playing the Justice League catoon, "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. I have haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaands."

"Yes. Yes you do. Aren't you clever like that? How did you get them?"

Doreen paused, “I don’t know,” she said after a moment, sounding very stunned.

"You don't know how you got your hands? Honey, you've had them all your life. You should know this." And okay, this was mean but seriously, she had to.

“Oh yeah,” Doreen said, like it suddenly dawned on her. And then she thought about it for a moment, “You know, you always hear about pirates getting pegged legs, but do you think they ever get peg hands?”

"Nah. They never got peg hands. That's fucking stupid. They got hooks, instead."

"They did, didn't they, but wait! There's the one pirate in Family Guy who has pegs for arms, but he says his mom was a tree!" Doreen said. Apparently this subject required more thought.

"Really? Cool. Need a drink or anything, dudette?" Because, seriously, talking to Doreen when she was like this beat the hell out of well, anything else she needed to right now.

"I want Mountain Dew, but the Scary Doctor says no."

"Voighters?" Monet asked. "Yeah, she's a total bitch sometimes." Leaning against the doorframe, she frowned thinking. "Mountain Dew is the one with the caffeine, right? That stuff makes you lot go off, doesn't it?" She seemed to remember that Kyle had some sort of weird aversion to the stuff. "I mean, it kills puppies, doesn't it?"

"It kills puppies," Doreen agreed with a nod. "And she's a very scary doctor."

"Smart girl. When do you get out of here?"

"When the claws go away, I guess?" Doreen said, tilting her head to one side, "They need to go away."

"I dunno," Doreen said, "They might. Maybe they won't. And then I can make my own shiskabob-athings."

"Okay, that's awesome," Monet said, nodding. "I gotta run. Take care, dudette."