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xp_logsAfter this post, Marie-Ange goes to talk to Moira about Nathan.
Marie-Ange was standing, and ready to bolt before Dr. MacTaggart's last comment hit the journal system. When it did, she practically ran out the door, grabbing her deck of cards in mid-stride. A minute or two later, she was outside the door to the doctor's rooms, knocking lightly but rapidly.
Moira was at the door in two strides and had it open under a second. "Ma--" She paused and smiled, remembering. "Angie. Come in, please. I dinnae suppose ye'd 'ave *good* news, would ye?" She knew better, not only from the comment but also from the look on the young woman's face. This probably would not be pleasant and in the realm of dealing with precog, unpleasant didn't bode well.
"I don't know?" Marie-Ange brushed some loose stands of hair from her face, and stepped inside the room, dropping bonelessly onto the sofa. "I.. did a reading.. the afternoon I talked to Nathan about Manuel.. " She paused. "I do not know if he told you about that. Is it not.. that important right now. I was restless, and, as I said, I did a reading, for Nathan, in a way."
As she sat next to her, Moira took in the slightly worried with a healthy dose of nervous. It took her a minute to steel her own nerves. "Angie--what did ye see?" This was serious, as she had expected. Else Marie-Ange would have simply e-mailed her and wouldn't have risked bothering Nathan in the next room. Looks like life's about to kick out again, she though, wearily.
Marie-Ange sighed, and leaned back against the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. "I did not think ill of it when I did the reading. The card is not meant to be taken literally, that much I know. I did not worry until I saw Nathan's post to his journal." She flipped through the deck of cards now scattered in her lap until she found the right one, and turned it to face Moira. Though the card's name was printed on the bottom, it was barely necessary. A skeleton in black armor on a horse is a nigh-universal symbol, one easily recognizable by anyone.
The last of the color in Moira's face left as she reached to take the card from her. To her credit, her hand didn't shake at all. Though it should have. Death. A deep breath and then another. It was going to take eveything she had to remain calm. Not literal kept repeating in her head though it wasn't really helping. Not after Nathan's near sympathic death from the vision the other night.
She'd work a fair bit with Marie-Ange but the actual meaning of the card escaped her. "If nay taken literal," her voice surprisingly calm, "wha' does it mean?"
Marie-Ange fidgeted with her fingers. "It can .. mean a lot of things. A change in someone's life that they do not want to accept, but should. A .. transformation of some kind... and.. ironically, it can mean rebirth, like... " She closed her eyes for a moment. "Like a phoenix.."
Well, that made her feel slightly better. Only slightly. "Tha' could explain wha' 'e's goin' through," she murmured, the edges of the card catching slightly on her fingertips. Nathan wasn't exactly all about expecting change with wide open arms. Especially these days. Rebirth...what those people were going through? What he would go through if--when, damn it--the visions stopped, for Nathan?
"Nay wonder ye wanted ta brin' this ta our attention," she said, a little weakly.
"Nathan's post made me remember it. That card comes up for a few other people here, but when he mentioned not breathing.. I should have told you before.. " Marie-Ange frowned up at the ceiling. Wonderful. She had a horrible feeling this meant more tests, more writing things down, and more little machines that made noises.
"Dinnae blame yerself, lass. I've been remiss in our sessions lately an' tha's me fault, nay yers." Moira caught the look on her face and couldn't help but smile. It was the same look most people gave her. "I'm nay goin' back t' pokin' ye wit' machines, though we should start up our sessions o' discussin' yer dreams again."
Damn. She'd mentioned the dreams. Tonight was apparantly Marie-Ange tells the doctor things she's avoided mentioning night. "I .. have not had nearly as many as usual," she said sheepishly.
"Oh?" Moira gave her a once over. Ah, the slightly guilty teenager wiggle...something was up. "Somethin' goin' on, Angie?"
Marie-Ange gave her best - and remarkably authentic looking - nervous smile, and prodded the pile of cards in her lap. "I.. pushed, just a little. The dreams happen less often if I try to do readings." She paused, looking thoughtful for a moment, then idly fidgeted with a lock of hair. If she looked nervous about this, and a trifle embarassed, hopefully she could cover for just how much she had been pushing. "I.. was worried for Amanda, and then.. .. it is silly." she finished, blushing a little.
"Good thin' tha' bed is on it's way if yer doin' tha' then." It was up to Marie-Ange how she wanted to receive the visions, after all, since she'd turned down the option of turning them off. For which Moira was thankful. "Wha's silly?"
Marie-Ange felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She really -had- checked on this, and now it felt just as silly as she thought it might. If feeling a little silly meant that she didn't have to explain anything else - and Dr. MacTaggart would leave off the silly beeping machines.. "I .. was a little nervous about my date. It did not seem harmful to check.."
Moira realized that that was the cutest thing she'd heard all day. "Tha's nay silly, tha's jus'...adorable but nay silly. God only knows if I 'ad th' ability ta do tha', I would 'ave done it before Nathan an' I 'ooked up."
Marie-Ange flashed a quick smile at the mention of Dr. MacTaggart and Nathan 'hooking up', as it were, though it dropped to a concerned frown almost immediatly. "I.. just... " She fidgeted with her cards again, idly shuffling them without looking at her hands.. "I do not know what else.. to do. I can try to see if another reading would help later..."
Moira nodded and handed Marie-Ange the card back. "Aye, I would appreciate tha'. Jus' let me know when ye've got a free evenin' an' I'll come an' see wha' 'appens." Moira walked the younger precog back to the door and squeezed her shoulder. "Thanks, lass, this 'elped a good bit." When she was gone, Moira closed and locked the door, breathing irregular. Less than a minute later, she was curled up against Nathan's back, face buried between his shoulder blades and tried to not freak out.
Marie-Ange was standing, and ready to bolt before Dr. MacTaggart's last comment hit the journal system. When it did, she practically ran out the door, grabbing her deck of cards in mid-stride. A minute or two later, she was outside the door to the doctor's rooms, knocking lightly but rapidly.
Moira was at the door in two strides and had it open under a second. "Ma--" She paused and smiled, remembering. "Angie. Come in, please. I dinnae suppose ye'd 'ave *good* news, would ye?" She knew better, not only from the comment but also from the look on the young woman's face. This probably would not be pleasant and in the realm of dealing with precog, unpleasant didn't bode well.
"I don't know?" Marie-Ange brushed some loose stands of hair from her face, and stepped inside the room, dropping bonelessly onto the sofa. "I.. did a reading.. the afternoon I talked to Nathan about Manuel.. " She paused. "I do not know if he told you about that. Is it not.. that important right now. I was restless, and, as I said, I did a reading, for Nathan, in a way."
As she sat next to her, Moira took in the slightly worried with a healthy dose of nervous. It took her a minute to steel her own nerves. "Angie--what did ye see?" This was serious, as she had expected. Else Marie-Ange would have simply e-mailed her and wouldn't have risked bothering Nathan in the next room. Looks like life's about to kick out again, she though, wearily.
Marie-Ange sighed, and leaned back against the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. "I did not think ill of it when I did the reading. The card is not meant to be taken literally, that much I know. I did not worry until I saw Nathan's post to his journal." She flipped through the deck of cards now scattered in her lap until she found the right one, and turned it to face Moira. Though the card's name was printed on the bottom, it was barely necessary. A skeleton in black armor on a horse is a nigh-universal symbol, one easily recognizable by anyone.
The last of the color in Moira's face left as she reached to take the card from her. To her credit, her hand didn't shake at all. Though it should have. Death. A deep breath and then another. It was going to take eveything she had to remain calm. Not literal kept repeating in her head though it wasn't really helping. Not after Nathan's near sympathic death from the vision the other night.
She'd work a fair bit with Marie-Ange but the actual meaning of the card escaped her. "If nay taken literal," her voice surprisingly calm, "wha' does it mean?"
Marie-Ange fidgeted with her fingers. "It can .. mean a lot of things. A change in someone's life that they do not want to accept, but should. A .. transformation of some kind... and.. ironically, it can mean rebirth, like... " She closed her eyes for a moment. "Like a phoenix.."
Well, that made her feel slightly better. Only slightly. "Tha' could explain wha' 'e's goin' through," she murmured, the edges of the card catching slightly on her fingertips. Nathan wasn't exactly all about expecting change with wide open arms. Especially these days. Rebirth...what those people were going through? What he would go through if--when, damn it--the visions stopped, for Nathan?
"Nay wonder ye wanted ta brin' this ta our attention," she said, a little weakly.
"Nathan's post made me remember it. That card comes up for a few other people here, but when he mentioned not breathing.. I should have told you before.. " Marie-Ange frowned up at the ceiling. Wonderful. She had a horrible feeling this meant more tests, more writing things down, and more little machines that made noises.
"Dinnae blame yerself, lass. I've been remiss in our sessions lately an' tha's me fault, nay yers." Moira caught the look on her face and couldn't help but smile. It was the same look most people gave her. "I'm nay goin' back t' pokin' ye wit' machines, though we should start up our sessions o' discussin' yer dreams again."
Damn. She'd mentioned the dreams. Tonight was apparantly Marie-Ange tells the doctor things she's avoided mentioning night. "I .. have not had nearly as many as usual," she said sheepishly.
"Oh?" Moira gave her a once over. Ah, the slightly guilty teenager wiggle...something was up. "Somethin' goin' on, Angie?"
Marie-Ange gave her best - and remarkably authentic looking - nervous smile, and prodded the pile of cards in her lap. "I.. pushed, just a little. The dreams happen less often if I try to do readings." She paused, looking thoughtful for a moment, then idly fidgeted with a lock of hair. If she looked nervous about this, and a trifle embarassed, hopefully she could cover for just how much she had been pushing. "I.. was worried for Amanda, and then.. .. it is silly." she finished, blushing a little.
"Good thin' tha' bed is on it's way if yer doin' tha' then." It was up to Marie-Ange how she wanted to receive the visions, after all, since she'd turned down the option of turning them off. For which Moira was thankful. "Wha's silly?"
Marie-Ange felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She really -had- checked on this, and now it felt just as silly as she thought it might. If feeling a little silly meant that she didn't have to explain anything else - and Dr. MacTaggart would leave off the silly beeping machines.. "I .. was a little nervous about my date. It did not seem harmful to check.."
Moira realized that that was the cutest thing she'd heard all day. "Tha's nay silly, tha's jus'...adorable but nay silly. God only knows if I 'ad th' ability ta do tha', I would 'ave done it before Nathan an' I 'ooked up."
Marie-Ange flashed a quick smile at the mention of Dr. MacTaggart and Nathan 'hooking up', as it were, though it dropped to a concerned frown almost immediatly. "I.. just... " She fidgeted with her cards again, idly shuffling them without looking at her hands.. "I do not know what else.. to do. I can try to see if another reading would help later..."
Moira nodded and handed Marie-Ange the card back. "Aye, I would appreciate tha'. Jus' let me know when ye've got a free evenin' an' I'll come an' see wha' 'appens." Moira walked the younger precog back to the door and squeezed her shoulder. "Thanks, lass, this 'elped a good bit." When she was gone, Moira closed and locked the door, breathing irregular. Less than a minute later, she was curled up against Nathan's back, face buried between his shoulder blades and tried to not freak out.
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