Poor Unfortunate Souls - Like A Sturgeon
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xp_logsLaurie and Clarice are too old for this crap.
Laurie sighed with contentment as she took at sip of her cup of tea and then placed in on the desk that many of the medlab team used as a rotating office.
They all had other jobs but they’d managed to work out a roster that meant the medlab was never short-staffed, even with the occasional all call from the X-men or some other crisis.
Laurie was about to make a comment to Clarice about how tea was the drink of the Gods when the text tone she used for Jean buzzed out ‘We will Rock You’ by Queen.
“What’s the likelihood that that’s a question about what kind of alcohol we should get at the monthly staff meeting?” Laurie asked as she fished her phone out of her pocket.
"Low, since we discussed it yesterday," she replied, swinging her feet if her desk and setting them back on the floor properly, "Maybe she wants to know about treats?"
“It would appear that it’s nothing quite so harmless,” Laurie noted, looking over the text before she looked up at Clarice. “Can you get me to the boat Clint ‘borrowed’? From what this text says, Namor appears to be dying.”
Given the update Scott sent about Corsair’s boat not too long ago, they’d been waiting for something like this but with the hope that everyone involved would come through as they often did.
"'Appears to be dying,'" the purple woman repeated, unsure exactly what to make of that. Laurie was an odd-duck sometimes, but then, that was part of her charm, "Let's go save Namor then," she agreed as she opened a portal. They were both already geared up and ready.
“I like to keep myself positive in these trying times, understatement has always been of particular help when faced with panic and trauma.” Laurie replied with a small smile. She stepped toward the portal and then looked down as another text came in, this time from Scott. “It would appear that the Squid that was menacing Corsair’s craft has decided to make a nuisance of itself again and has squidnapped Namor and Jean. I believe it would be preferable to all involved if we got there sooner rather than later.”
Laurie had a tendency to become more robotic the more panicked she became, the news that a probably dying Namor and Jean had been kidnapped by a Giant Squid was not the sort of emergency text she wanted to be receiving in a situation that had already been dangerous to all involved.
"You have a gift for it," Clarice agreed dryly. "Mine is more for inappropriate commentary at the worst time. Now, let's go make calamari."
Laurie sighed with contentment as she took at sip of her cup of tea and then placed in on the desk that many of the medlab team used as a rotating office.
They all had other jobs but they’d managed to work out a roster that meant the medlab was never short-staffed, even with the occasional all call from the X-men or some other crisis.
Laurie was about to make a comment to Clarice about how tea was the drink of the Gods when the text tone she used for Jean buzzed out ‘We will Rock You’ by Queen.
“What’s the likelihood that that’s a question about what kind of alcohol we should get at the monthly staff meeting?” Laurie asked as she fished her phone out of her pocket.
"Low, since we discussed it yesterday," she replied, swinging her feet if her desk and setting them back on the floor properly, "Maybe she wants to know about treats?"
“It would appear that it’s nothing quite so harmless,” Laurie noted, looking over the text before she looked up at Clarice. “Can you get me to the boat Clint ‘borrowed’? From what this text says, Namor appears to be dying.”
Given the update Scott sent about Corsair’s boat not too long ago, they’d been waiting for something like this but with the hope that everyone involved would come through as they often did.
"'Appears to be dying,'" the purple woman repeated, unsure exactly what to make of that. Laurie was an odd-duck sometimes, but then, that was part of her charm, "Let's go save Namor then," she agreed as she opened a portal. They were both already geared up and ready.
“I like to keep myself positive in these trying times, understatement has always been of particular help when faced with panic and trauma.” Laurie replied with a small smile. She stepped toward the portal and then looked down as another text came in, this time from Scott. “It would appear that the Squid that was menacing Corsair’s craft has decided to make a nuisance of itself again and has squidnapped Namor and Jean. I believe it would be preferable to all involved if we got there sooner rather than later.”
Laurie had a tendency to become more robotic the more panicked she became, the news that a probably dying Namor and Jean had been kidnapped by a Giant Squid was not the sort of emergency text she wanted to be receiving in a situation that had already been dangerous to all involved.
"You have a gift for it," Clarice agreed dryly. "Mine is more for inappropriate commentary at the worst time. Now, let's go make calamari."
