xp_logs | Callisto and Sharon

Callisto it staring down the barrel of the Morlocks' second winter without Healer, and she decides to ask for help.

"Callisto, right?" Sharon turned away from the hotdog cart, two cups of coffee balanced in one hand while she pulled her EMT jacket closer around her with the other. "I haven't seen you around in a long time."

The other woman gave a confirmational tip of her chin. "I've been around," she said, slapping a few bills down in the window of the cart. The server didn't even ask what she wanted, wordlessly handing over two hotdogs. As they departed from the queue Callisto took a bite that demolished half the first hotdog immediately. Once she'd swallowed, she seemed to realise some form of pleasantry might be in order. "How've you been?"

"People around here are not great at staying in one piece, so it's been busy." Sharon gestured at her jacket, handing over one coffee to Callisto. It would be cold before she got back to her partner. Taking a sip from her own, she continued: "So what've you been up to?"

Callisto immediately knocked back some coffee. It was black, must have been near-boiling hot but she chugged it like it was beer with a lack of regard for self-preservation so characteristic of those blessed with healing factors and bad attitudes.

"Yeh, you know," she said with a shrug. "Survival. Tough couple of years."

"Must have been rough." Sharon sympathized, still sipping from her own coffee a lot slower. "Hope things are looking up for you now though?" She pulled a protein bar from her her pocket, unwrapping it and taking a quick bite.

Callisto shrugged, polishing off hotdog number one before speaking. "I dunno about that," she said. "Berseker and his crowd have been quite for a while now. But they're gonna make another move eventually. And with Healer gone..." She shook her head. "He always kept us together - much more than I ever did, really."

"Like the glue is gone." Sharon nodded in understanding, then frowned as she caught the time on her watch. "Was there some reason you came looking for me for by the way? I need to get back to my partner otherwise."

"Oh, right, sorry." Callisto made a face. "Wool-gathering. It's actually about that. I'm kinda worried going into winter underground again without anyone to help if someone gets sick. You know my lot, even the few with invisible mutations can't go to hospitals. I, um. Wondered if you were up for being on-hand - or knew someone who could. I can pay," she added, somewhat defensively. And, Sharon suspected, not entirely truthfully.

Sharon paused thoughtfully. "I'd be happy to help. I mean, I'm no 'full' doctor, but I can handle quite a bit." And she figured she could always get one of the mansion docs on the scene if really needed. "You're talking about the winter.... but I'm getting the sense there might be something a bit more urgent?"

Callisto shook her head. "No. Well... not exactly. I need to get hold of some antibiotics for a kid with bacterial strep but I'm not asking you to do that. I know some people."

"What is it you'd want me to do then?" Sharon raised her eyebrow curiously.

"Right now?" Callisto shot her a rather disarmingly sheepish smile. "I could use a number. A way to reach you quickly if I need to."

Sharon studied her face for a long moment. "Want my private phone or the mansion one?"

She could see Callisto bite back her reflexive response and instead opt for the more diplomatic: "Whichever you think is best."

Pulling a piece of paper from her packet, Sharon quickly scribbled down a number. "This is my private phone. I can't always answer when I'm on duty, but text and I'll get back to you asap."

"Gotcha. Thanks." Callisto slipped the bit of paper into her jeans pocket. "Right, um. I should let you get back to..." She waved a hand vaguely in the direction of from which Sharon had come.