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xp_logsTabitha and Bobby go to District X to meet with Haven. But as Drake wonders off, Tabs and Haven have a little chat about the mansion members that lost their powers.
On the surface, District X didn't look much different from the places she'd haunted as a teenage runaway. Unwilling to follow that line of thought, Tabitha stopped outside Haven's place to glance at Bobby. "You ready for this?" she asked.
His eyes still scanning the streets around the building, Bobby gave Tabs a quick nod with his chin. "As ready as I'm gonna be." Something in his gut had been turning all day, and it felt like it was twisted into knots at this point. But he still just couldn't put his finger on it.
Tabitha nodded and led the way through the clinic door. "Hello?" she called out as they went.
The girl on the reception desk raised her head; her skin was orange and covered in scales. "Yes?", asked, her tone both curious and somewhat suspicious. "Is there anything you need?" If they were there, then there was pretty much only one thing they needed, but Haven had told her to be...more cautious regarding people entering the clinic without reservations.
Tabitha smiled at the girl, attempting warmth and friendliness. "Hi, I'm Tabitha Smith, this is my friend Robert Drake. We'd actually like to speak with Haven if we could."
Bobby's eyes continued to wonder around the space, still not able to shake the twisted weird feeling in his stomach that had been there since his arrival. "Huh?" He had almost missed Tabitha's comments, but quickly tried to shake his way back to reality, "Oh, yeah.. Heaven... right..." Forcing a quick smile across his face he leaned slowly in towards the receptionist. "If we could see her today, we'd be much obliged."
Melissa eyed the two of them for another moment, and then decided that even if they looked fishy, Haven would like to know of them. "Wait for a moment, please", said as she stood and walked over the the studio's door, knocking it twice and then peeked inside. "Ms. Haven? Yes, two people want to talk to you. No, they didn't make a reservation..." She looked back at the pair for a second. "I...don't know? Ah, okay, I'll tell them." She then closed the door and turned back to her place, and only them looked at them once more.
"She says you can pass now."
Tabitha smiled her thanks even as she wondered at the odd wording. She straightened her blouse as she walked through the door. "Haven? I'm Tabitha Smith," she introduced herself.
"And I'm Robert." Bobby piped in, not wanting to extend his hand. "I hate to bother you, but we've been driving for a long time. You wouldn't happen to have a bathroom around here, would you?" It was the oldest excuse for snooping in the book. But his fingers mentally crossed, he was gonna try it.
Haven was already waiting for them, hands wrapped under her chin as she inspected the two arrivals with shifty eyes. Too many people, too many questions. She had thick skin, but the constant questioning over days and weeks was starting to put her on edge. "Welcome", said at least, her voice carefully neutral. Her eyes shifted to Bobby. "The door next to the receptionist's desk, to the left. It's the only door." That said, her attention returned to Tabitha.
"What can I do for you?"
With a polite nod, Bobby raised his hand and disappeared towards the bathroom. With no intention of stopping, he continued on, ready to conduct his own search.
Tabitha tried to inject a little hope into her smile, as if she were a concerned relative or some such garbage. "I've come to ask about your services?" she said with a little bit of a question in her voice.
Haven remained unaffected to whatever display of animosity Tabitha could spare. She had already smiled and treated kindly enough unannounced people to be that trustful with strangers once again. "You might want to elaborate, Ms. Smith. People come to me every day with problems, seeking to use my services, as you have called them. They usually make appointments unless there is an immediate need of treatment, although that seems to have been discarded as of lately." Whether she was expecting any reaction from the woman or not, she didn't show it.
"To put it in other words", and there she relaxed a little, "Do tell me what can I do for you, with details."
"You helped some students of mine a few weeks back. They're mostly adjusting, but I wanted to know if you have any older patients, with more long-term results, willing to talk about the it." Not that she thought Cammie would ever gracefully accept a lack of powers, but she was mostly just being nosy anyhow.
The woman sighed, heavily. "Helping Yvette has seemed to cause a good deal of uneasiness in a number of people, am I right?" Really, she had been suspecting it was all connected, and the woman's words...they were a step closer to confirmation. "I do not like to have people prying into my business, Miss Smith; I have already answered questions regarding those young ones and my other patients that required of my mutant ability, and I would be more than certain if you already didn't have whatever information you have come here looking for." She blissfully forgot to realize someone else was in the clinic at that very moment.
"To make things short; yes, there has been a number of individuals that once had very obvious mutations, and yes, I took away said mutations in order to help them to have a life free of the limitations imposed by those. I can not tell you where to find my other former patients, simply because they usually decide to leave this place and start anew, something I don't think they can be honestly blamed for. But you already know this too, don't you?" Vanessa's list was fresh on her mind.
Tabs rubbed the back of her neck, face turning serious. "To be honest, the lack of follow-through strikes me as a little shady, ma'am. And trust me, I know shady."
"I'm sure you do." A dangerously sweet smile crossed her lips for a second. "Let's not play games here, Miss Smith; removing someone's mutation is not a medical procedure that requires any sort of follow through. I know what I can do, and I know is permanent, completely safe, and without fail. You would not believe the before-after comparisons I have seen. Why would I be interested in stalking my once-patients once they desire to keep on living?"
She snorted. "I don't know, perhaps to make sure they are still living? Medical procedure or not, even snake-oil diet supplements have testimonials, and they are prosecuted if they end with somebody hurt."
The snort was largely ignored, but it stung her anyway. "Is this an accusation, Miss Smith?" Her eyes flared once out of irritation. "Do not play with me, Tabitha. Unless you can accuse me of anything, I would suggest you to mind your words."
"I'm saying I don't know. Nobody does because there's no follow through. And that makes me very suspicious because if it's too good to be true, it usually is, and there's a mess to clean up in the future. You're spouting sunshine and roses, while hiding the manure required to fertilize those roses." Tabitha said tightly.
"There is No. Mess. Up."
Haven stood, her eyes revealing that statement had actually hurt her, but at the same time it had managed to get rid of the little patience she had in reserve. "Pick up your friend from whenever he has got himself lost and exit my clinic before I change my mind." And take whatever special you have. She didn't seem open to talk anymore, and even more, she was starting to lean on her desk as if she were to jump at Tabitha if she didn't decide to get a move on.
On the surface, District X didn't look much different from the places she'd haunted as a teenage runaway. Unwilling to follow that line of thought, Tabitha stopped outside Haven's place to glance at Bobby. "You ready for this?" she asked.
His eyes still scanning the streets around the building, Bobby gave Tabs a quick nod with his chin. "As ready as I'm gonna be." Something in his gut had been turning all day, and it felt like it was twisted into knots at this point. But he still just couldn't put his finger on it.
Tabitha nodded and led the way through the clinic door. "Hello?" she called out as they went.
The girl on the reception desk raised her head; her skin was orange and covered in scales. "Yes?", asked, her tone both curious and somewhat suspicious. "Is there anything you need?" If they were there, then there was pretty much only one thing they needed, but Haven had told her to be...more cautious regarding people entering the clinic without reservations.
Tabitha smiled at the girl, attempting warmth and friendliness. "Hi, I'm Tabitha Smith, this is my friend Robert Drake. We'd actually like to speak with Haven if we could."
Bobby's eyes continued to wonder around the space, still not able to shake the twisted weird feeling in his stomach that had been there since his arrival. "Huh?" He had almost missed Tabitha's comments, but quickly tried to shake his way back to reality, "Oh, yeah.. Heaven... right..." Forcing a quick smile across his face he leaned slowly in towards the receptionist. "If we could see her today, we'd be much obliged."
Melissa eyed the two of them for another moment, and then decided that even if they looked fishy, Haven would like to know of them. "Wait for a moment, please", said as she stood and walked over the the studio's door, knocking it twice and then peeked inside. "Ms. Haven? Yes, two people want to talk to you. No, they didn't make a reservation..." She looked back at the pair for a second. "I...don't know? Ah, okay, I'll tell them." She then closed the door and turned back to her place, and only them looked at them once more.
"She says you can pass now."
Tabitha smiled her thanks even as she wondered at the odd wording. She straightened her blouse as she walked through the door. "Haven? I'm Tabitha Smith," she introduced herself.
"And I'm Robert." Bobby piped in, not wanting to extend his hand. "I hate to bother you, but we've been driving for a long time. You wouldn't happen to have a bathroom around here, would you?" It was the oldest excuse for snooping in the book. But his fingers mentally crossed, he was gonna try it.
Haven was already waiting for them, hands wrapped under her chin as she inspected the two arrivals with shifty eyes. Too many people, too many questions. She had thick skin, but the constant questioning over days and weeks was starting to put her on edge. "Welcome", said at least, her voice carefully neutral. Her eyes shifted to Bobby. "The door next to the receptionist's desk, to the left. It's the only door." That said, her attention returned to Tabitha.
"What can I do for you?"
With a polite nod, Bobby raised his hand and disappeared towards the bathroom. With no intention of stopping, he continued on, ready to conduct his own search.
Tabitha tried to inject a little hope into her smile, as if she were a concerned relative or some such garbage. "I've come to ask about your services?" she said with a little bit of a question in her voice.
Haven remained unaffected to whatever display of animosity Tabitha could spare. She had already smiled and treated kindly enough unannounced people to be that trustful with strangers once again. "You might want to elaborate, Ms. Smith. People come to me every day with problems, seeking to use my services, as you have called them. They usually make appointments unless there is an immediate need of treatment, although that seems to have been discarded as of lately." Whether she was expecting any reaction from the woman or not, she didn't show it.
"To put it in other words", and there she relaxed a little, "Do tell me what can I do for you, with details."
"You helped some students of mine a few weeks back. They're mostly adjusting, but I wanted to know if you have any older patients, with more long-term results, willing to talk about the it." Not that she thought Cammie would ever gracefully accept a lack of powers, but she was mostly just being nosy anyhow.
The woman sighed, heavily. "Helping Yvette has seemed to cause a good deal of uneasiness in a number of people, am I right?" Really, she had been suspecting it was all connected, and the woman's words...they were a step closer to confirmation. "I do not like to have people prying into my business, Miss Smith; I have already answered questions regarding those young ones and my other patients that required of my mutant ability, and I would be more than certain if you already didn't have whatever information you have come here looking for." She blissfully forgot to realize someone else was in the clinic at that very moment.
"To make things short; yes, there has been a number of individuals that once had very obvious mutations, and yes, I took away said mutations in order to help them to have a life free of the limitations imposed by those. I can not tell you where to find my other former patients, simply because they usually decide to leave this place and start anew, something I don't think they can be honestly blamed for. But you already know this too, don't you?" Vanessa's list was fresh on her mind.
Tabs rubbed the back of her neck, face turning serious. "To be honest, the lack of follow-through strikes me as a little shady, ma'am. And trust me, I know shady."
"I'm sure you do." A dangerously sweet smile crossed her lips for a second. "Let's not play games here, Miss Smith; removing someone's mutation is not a medical procedure that requires any sort of follow through. I know what I can do, and I know is permanent, completely safe, and without fail. You would not believe the before-after comparisons I have seen. Why would I be interested in stalking my once-patients once they desire to keep on living?"
She snorted. "I don't know, perhaps to make sure they are still living? Medical procedure or not, even snake-oil diet supplements have testimonials, and they are prosecuted if they end with somebody hurt."
The snort was largely ignored, but it stung her anyway. "Is this an accusation, Miss Smith?" Her eyes flared once out of irritation. "Do not play with me, Tabitha. Unless you can accuse me of anything, I would suggest you to mind your words."
"I'm saying I don't know. Nobody does because there's no follow through. And that makes me very suspicious because if it's too good to be true, it usually is, and there's a mess to clean up in the future. You're spouting sunshine and roses, while hiding the manure required to fertilize those roses." Tabitha said tightly.
"There is No. Mess. Up."
Haven stood, her eyes revealing that statement had actually hurt her, but at the same time it had managed to get rid of the little patience she had in reserve. "Pick up your friend from whenever he has got himself lost and exit my clinic before I change my mind." And take whatever special you have. She didn't seem open to talk anymore, and even more, she was starting to lean on her desk as if she were to jump at Tabitha if she didn't decide to get a move on.
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