Log: Kyle and Laurie (Backdated)
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Laurie posts a survey to the people who were on the boat with her, and Kyle has some rather solid thoughts on what she's doing.
Laurie made the finishing touches on the survey monkey survey she'd pondered over for the past thirty minutes or so, wanting it to be informative enough but not invasive. She was serious about her job with Excalibur, if her training with Garrison had taught her anything, it was that she was not willing to leave anything to chance.
Part of that was making her teammates evaluate her performance in the field and thus have a basis from which to not only improve but to measure that improvement over time. She liked statistics, they were neat and tidy and she could make colour coded charts out of them when she was feeling particularly nervous or out to sea.
Laurie smiled at the unintentional pun, she really should write that down somewhere. She clicked the send button that would send the survey to her team and sat back to wait.
"No." Kyle's phone had beeped, he'd read about four lines of the email and had stalked all the way over to Laurie's little station in the infirmary without putting on shoes, or buttoning his shirt. He pointed at the tablet, and then at his phone and then huffed out all his frustration in a loud exhale. "No, oh my god, no, did you just?"
“Kyle, as you know there are many things that I can just in the time it took you to walk here from wherever you were.” Laurie closed the browser on her tablet and swung her chair to face him more fully. “Was there something in particular you were finding objectionable?”
"I swear to God you are obtuse on purpose." He waved his phone in Laurie's face, and huffed. "We are people, Laurie. Not like. Anonymous faceless customers who need to get a really badly written survey. Just fucking ask us."
“I know you are a people, Kyle.” Laurie sighed and gave him a frustrated look, unsure of how to put her point across without seeming cold. It wasn’t that she was treating them as faceless, it was that she needed specific data in a specific way. “Speaking to you all directly would skew the data. I need honesty, not polite small talk. Besides, it was not badly written, I spent quite a bit of time thinking about what would help me to know in future team missions.”
"Nup." Kyle objected. "People are gonna be just as weird in an anonymous survey. Like. Then half of us are awkward like, man, why couldn't she just ask if she's doing okay, instead of having to hide, and the other half is gonna troll you. People are gonna fuck it up for you no matter what." He shoved his phone back in his pocket, and then Kyle rubbed his hands on his face like he could somehow scrub off the feeling that this was going to go badly no matter what. "You're our doctor, or gonna be. Laurie, this isn't gonna be objective. It's not like the doctor you see once a year for the flu shot and a check-up. I can't fill out a survey about how you like, checked to make sure my teeth came back okay when I know you saw my hairy actual -ass- turn into a fishtail like five hours before."
"As you say." Laurie had always wanted to do the best possible job she could at anything she put her mind to, and now that she was with Excalibur, that meant keeping them all alive and in relative physical and mental health. While she left the true psychology to the professionals, she would do in a pinch out in the field or working with those professionals as to whether any members of the team were fit for duty. Still, she could see the truth in what Kyle said and so she turned and clicked through to the survey she'd sent, deleting it from Survey Monkey. "Do you suppose it would be too late to ask you those survey questions in person? Also, I have seen hairier butts in my time."
"Dude, how about I tell you that you did fine, that we all know you're kinda weirdly clinical when you're in doctor mode, and nobody's gonna be accusing you of being any more than the like, seventeen percent robot you already are." Kyle answered. "Also yo, see, this is what I mean. I'd rather have a doctor who is like, able to joke about my butt, not one sending me a survey that asked me to rate the quality of my medical care on a one to ten scale." He paused. "Also I want that bag of my teeth back. The tooth fairy owes me twenty bucks."
“Well, technically I’m a cyborg, as a robot does not have any biological parts.” Laurie grinned at him, knowing his likely reaction to her correction. “Also, I have already disposed of your biological contaminants, you will just have to pull that many teeth again if you truly want the tooth fairy to visit. Although given our luck with mythological creatures, I would not suggest pushing your luck.”
"Yeah, then the tooth fairy owes me fifty bucks and they're even more in the hole." Kyle pointed out. "Eh, tooth fairy shows up here, ima fight them for my money. That's my entire plan for fairy shit, punch it until I get money. Leprechauns, teeth fairies, dwarves." He snagged a chair with his foot and plopped down on it backwards. "So, scoop me on the on-a-boat portion of that shitshow of a visit to the briny depths, because I was sleeping off dental work when you guys did the recap. Anything cool happen?"
“Sharks can jump really high, or possibly Sharknados are an actual thing.” Laurie’s head dropped slightly to the side, almost like a puppy as she thought about the battle on the ship, or was it a boat? She’d have to look up what the difference was. She was almost positive it had something to do with number of sails, or possibly the size. “Also, I think I tazed an octopus…or possibly a giant squid. Also the guy with the shadow type powers. Ty? I can’t remember his name, he ate crabs that were crawling on me.”
"Ty? Yo, I'll have to invite him to the shit I ate a live crab club. He did good emergency work getting people over to the ship in a pinch, even if Ev said he was like, distracted." Kyle said, thoughtfully. "So you finally got the Taser put in the arm?" He poked at Laurie's prosthetic with a claw out, and tapped against it's shell. "Which one of our resident nerds did you bribe into designing you a finger Taser, and do you gotta do finger guns to make it work, because if you don't, I am gonna fire you." He did not in fact have authorization to do that. Exactly.
"I think it was Doug that did the bribing, although I suppose Hank might have been the one to work out the miniaturization. We appear to have many, many people these days who like to do things just to prove they can, although I am also one of those people if a little more organically focused." Laurie mused, pulling the arm off after pushing in several fail safe buttons that attached it to the rest of her arm. She passed it to Kyle so he could take a closer look at the mechanism. "I still need to get someone to work on the amount of power it draws, I had to switch to a gun at the end. As to Ty, he might make a good addition to our team. We need more distance fighters that can also pass for heavy close up hitters if need be."
"I have no idea how this works and you didn't answer the finger guns question." Kyle actually knew three whole things about Laurie's arm. How to remove it safely, how to charge it for her, and how to release the fingers so he could move them around. Which is why the arm was now giving Laurie a thumbs up. "Okay, so Ty. Because he ate a crab?"
“Yes Ty because he ate a crab.” Laurie rolled her eyes at the thumbs up gesture but picked up a tube of cream she kept at her desk as took a closer look at the socket on what was left of her arm. She tried to make sure she took extra special care of it in case of friction or sores. “He seemed to keep his cool under pressure and a new situation, which is not completely unwanted in what we will be doing. Also, he thought I was weird, which is almost a prerequisite for dealing with any of the scientists on this team. He and Darcy will get along just fine.”
"Congrats, you get to go talk things up and see what office skills he has." Kyle said, poking Laurie with her own robot thumb before flipping the arm over to hand back to her. "I recruited you, you recruit Ty, it's like the circle of life, without hyenas or me having to sing."
“I love that you think saying that somehow means I won’t make you sing at Office Karaoke for making me recruit people.” Laurie finished putting the cream on her arm and accepted the artificial limb back from Kyle, connecting it back into place before proceeding to test the movement in the various parts. “Which I just made up, and am going to suggest to Darcy because I’m pretty sure I’m evil. I’ll talk to Ty, see if I can get him to join, maybe even throw Clint at him if he gets that look in his eye like I’m crazy.”
"Yo, you talk like I have shame about singing." Kyle said. "And you owe me for keeping you from sending that survey out to anyone who'd make fun of you in public."
"Fine, I'll do it." Laurie poked her tongue out at him as she finished testing the various moving parts of her arm and simply rested it against the side of her body. "But you owe me at least one singalong carpool Karaoke style of 'We didn't start the fire' on our next trip into New York."
"You get Green Day or you get Gaga." Kyle shot back. "Singing Billy Joel sings inside New York City makes you a tourist."
Laurie posts a survey to the people who were on the boat with her, and Kyle has some rather solid thoughts on what she's doing.
Laurie made the finishing touches on the survey monkey survey she'd pondered over for the past thirty minutes or so, wanting it to be informative enough but not invasive. She was serious about her job with Excalibur, if her training with Garrison had taught her anything, it was that she was not willing to leave anything to chance.
Part of that was making her teammates evaluate her performance in the field and thus have a basis from which to not only improve but to measure that improvement over time. She liked statistics, they were neat and tidy and she could make colour coded charts out of them when she was feeling particularly nervous or out to sea.
Laurie smiled at the unintentional pun, she really should write that down somewhere. She clicked the send button that would send the survey to her team and sat back to wait.
"No." Kyle's phone had beeped, he'd read about four lines of the email and had stalked all the way over to Laurie's little station in the infirmary without putting on shoes, or buttoning his shirt. He pointed at the tablet, and then at his phone and then huffed out all his frustration in a loud exhale. "No, oh my god, no, did you just?"
“Kyle, as you know there are many things that I can just in the time it took you to walk here from wherever you were.” Laurie closed the browser on her tablet and swung her chair to face him more fully. “Was there something in particular you were finding objectionable?”
"I swear to God you are obtuse on purpose." He waved his phone in Laurie's face, and huffed. "We are people, Laurie. Not like. Anonymous faceless customers who need to get a really badly written survey. Just fucking ask us."
“I know you are a people, Kyle.” Laurie sighed and gave him a frustrated look, unsure of how to put her point across without seeming cold. It wasn’t that she was treating them as faceless, it was that she needed specific data in a specific way. “Speaking to you all directly would skew the data. I need honesty, not polite small talk. Besides, it was not badly written, I spent quite a bit of time thinking about what would help me to know in future team missions.”
"Nup." Kyle objected. "People are gonna be just as weird in an anonymous survey. Like. Then half of us are awkward like, man, why couldn't she just ask if she's doing okay, instead of having to hide, and the other half is gonna troll you. People are gonna fuck it up for you no matter what." He shoved his phone back in his pocket, and then Kyle rubbed his hands on his face like he could somehow scrub off the feeling that this was going to go badly no matter what. "You're our doctor, or gonna be. Laurie, this isn't gonna be objective. It's not like the doctor you see once a year for the flu shot and a check-up. I can't fill out a survey about how you like, checked to make sure my teeth came back okay when I know you saw my hairy actual -ass- turn into a fishtail like five hours before."
"As you say." Laurie had always wanted to do the best possible job she could at anything she put her mind to, and now that she was with Excalibur, that meant keeping them all alive and in relative physical and mental health. While she left the true psychology to the professionals, she would do in a pinch out in the field or working with those professionals as to whether any members of the team were fit for duty. Still, she could see the truth in what Kyle said and so she turned and clicked through to the survey she'd sent, deleting it from Survey Monkey. "Do you suppose it would be too late to ask you those survey questions in person? Also, I have seen hairier butts in my time."
"Dude, how about I tell you that you did fine, that we all know you're kinda weirdly clinical when you're in doctor mode, and nobody's gonna be accusing you of being any more than the like, seventeen percent robot you already are." Kyle answered. "Also yo, see, this is what I mean. I'd rather have a doctor who is like, able to joke about my butt, not one sending me a survey that asked me to rate the quality of my medical care on a one to ten scale." He paused. "Also I want that bag of my teeth back. The tooth fairy owes me twenty bucks."
“Well, technically I’m a cyborg, as a robot does not have any biological parts.” Laurie grinned at him, knowing his likely reaction to her correction. “Also, I have already disposed of your biological contaminants, you will just have to pull that many teeth again if you truly want the tooth fairy to visit. Although given our luck with mythological creatures, I would not suggest pushing your luck.”
"Yeah, then the tooth fairy owes me fifty bucks and they're even more in the hole." Kyle pointed out. "Eh, tooth fairy shows up here, ima fight them for my money. That's my entire plan for fairy shit, punch it until I get money. Leprechauns, teeth fairies, dwarves." He snagged a chair with his foot and plopped down on it backwards. "So, scoop me on the on-a-boat portion of that shitshow of a visit to the briny depths, because I was sleeping off dental work when you guys did the recap. Anything cool happen?"
“Sharks can jump really high, or possibly Sharknados are an actual thing.” Laurie’s head dropped slightly to the side, almost like a puppy as she thought about the battle on the ship, or was it a boat? She’d have to look up what the difference was. She was almost positive it had something to do with number of sails, or possibly the size. “Also, I think I tazed an octopus…or possibly a giant squid. Also the guy with the shadow type powers. Ty? I can’t remember his name, he ate crabs that were crawling on me.”
"Ty? Yo, I'll have to invite him to the shit I ate a live crab club. He did good emergency work getting people over to the ship in a pinch, even if Ev said he was like, distracted." Kyle said, thoughtfully. "So you finally got the Taser put in the arm?" He poked at Laurie's prosthetic with a claw out, and tapped against it's shell. "Which one of our resident nerds did you bribe into designing you a finger Taser, and do you gotta do finger guns to make it work, because if you don't, I am gonna fire you." He did not in fact have authorization to do that. Exactly.
"I think it was Doug that did the bribing, although I suppose Hank might have been the one to work out the miniaturization. We appear to have many, many people these days who like to do things just to prove they can, although I am also one of those people if a little more organically focused." Laurie mused, pulling the arm off after pushing in several fail safe buttons that attached it to the rest of her arm. She passed it to Kyle so he could take a closer look at the mechanism. "I still need to get someone to work on the amount of power it draws, I had to switch to a gun at the end. As to Ty, he might make a good addition to our team. We need more distance fighters that can also pass for heavy close up hitters if need be."
"I have no idea how this works and you didn't answer the finger guns question." Kyle actually knew three whole things about Laurie's arm. How to remove it safely, how to charge it for her, and how to release the fingers so he could move them around. Which is why the arm was now giving Laurie a thumbs up. "Okay, so Ty. Because he ate a crab?"
“Yes Ty because he ate a crab.” Laurie rolled her eyes at the thumbs up gesture but picked up a tube of cream she kept at her desk as took a closer look at the socket on what was left of her arm. She tried to make sure she took extra special care of it in case of friction or sores. “He seemed to keep his cool under pressure and a new situation, which is not completely unwanted in what we will be doing. Also, he thought I was weird, which is almost a prerequisite for dealing with any of the scientists on this team. He and Darcy will get along just fine.”
"Congrats, you get to go talk things up and see what office skills he has." Kyle said, poking Laurie with her own robot thumb before flipping the arm over to hand back to her. "I recruited you, you recruit Ty, it's like the circle of life, without hyenas or me having to sing."
“I love that you think saying that somehow means I won’t make you sing at Office Karaoke for making me recruit people.” Laurie finished putting the cream on her arm and accepted the artificial limb back from Kyle, connecting it back into place before proceeding to test the movement in the various parts. “Which I just made up, and am going to suggest to Darcy because I’m pretty sure I’m evil. I’ll talk to Ty, see if I can get him to join, maybe even throw Clint at him if he gets that look in his eye like I’m crazy.”
"Yo, you talk like I have shame about singing." Kyle said. "And you owe me for keeping you from sending that survey out to anyone who'd make fun of you in public."
"Fine, I'll do it." Laurie poked her tongue out at him as she finished testing the various moving parts of her arm and simply rested it against the side of her body. "But you owe me at least one singalong carpool Karaoke style of 'We didn't start the fire' on our next trip into New York."
"You get Green Day or you get Gaga." Kyle shot back. "Singing Billy Joel sings inside New York City makes you a tourist."
