Marie-Ange and Jean, check-up
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xp_logsMarie-Ange visits Jean for a checkup of her missing eye - prosthetics, mutant powers and the benefits of not having to explain your confusing medical history are discussed.
Bang, bang, bang
A series of thuds rang out through the Medlab. No one else was really around at the moment except for Jean, which is why it was happening.
Silence fell after a moment. Another minute passed before the series of bangs rang out again. When all was said and done Jean put down her hammer, eying the spaced nails in the wall before picking up the cork lined board and resting it on the two nails.
The cork board was something simple, with a gold frame.
Taking a step back, Jean glanced between the board and the nearby shelf with a satisfied nod. Once she was happy with it, she then reached into her drawer and pulled out a folder, opening it to reveal a crayon drawing of a woman with red hair and a doctor's coat and a child with green skin and purple hair next to a hospital. "Thank you Dr. Jean" was scrawled across the top in blue. Grabbing a push pin, she hung up the drawing, then picked up her tea mug, taking a long sip.
"Why do you use a hammer, when you could push the nails in telekinetically?" Marie-Ange had knocked once on the open doorway, but as she was expected, if a touch early for her consult, hadn't waited to hear a 'come in'. The door to the infirmary and medical labs was open, after all. "Not to criticize, I just am curious. It seems such a convenient power."
Jean set her cup down. She thought about it a moment. "It's satisfying," she admitted. "It's nice to feel the power radiating up your arm, driving the nails in." She then shrugged. "I know that probably sounds a little weird but it feels different," she said, taking another sip of her tea.
"Besides, I can't be too comfortable, especially at work. So I guess I've also gotten used to doing things the hard way here too."
"Your work does not know you are a mutant?" Marie-Ange asked, a little surprised. "That must be very difficult?"
"It's a challenge," Jean admitted. "But being publicly outed would potentially affect my work with the Mutant Underground. So I'm trying to stay under the radar for as long as I can. There are a few on staff that know. The ones I trust. The rest...definitely need to be kept in the dark. One of the doctors is a hateful, bigoted troglodyte. Gabe had the misfortune of meeting him when I was running behind."
"Do you want his internet history and searches made public?" Marie-Ange offered, almost automatically. "I have a very bored hacker on staff. He has a lot of time on his hands, and a lot of favours to thank all of you for, since you have all poked his stupid cursed blood so many times."
Jean tilted her head thoughtfully. "I like it, but let's keep that in the back pocket for now. I want it to be strategic," she said. She motioned for her to sit on the nearby couch or one of the chairs. "But enough about me. Let's talk about what you're here for."
"The regular check-up mostly." Marie-Ange was already undoing the clasp on her eyepatch - this one was a floral pattern of gold poppies on a crisp sky blue background. "But also I think I have come to the conclusion that I do not like the prosthetic eye. It irritates a bit." She waved her free hand at her bag. "I keep it handy, just in case. Much less distinctive if I have two eyes and no patch, but. I do not like poking it into my face."
"That's not uncommon," Jean said assuringly. "It will take some getting used to. I would recommend getting some lubricating eye drops to help. Instead of putting it in your eye though, put it around the prosthetic. I would try to keep it in your socket as much as you can. Keeping it out too long can risk potential inner collapsing of the eyelid, making it to where you can't wear the prosthetic eye at all."
Marie-Ange made a frustrated and uncharacteristic noise, blowing air out of her cheeks. "But I hate it." She said, affecting a bit of a whine. "Really, my eyelid could collapse? Ugh. Why are bodies so disgusting?"
Jean laughed. "Unfortunately I didn't make them, I just help patch them up when they break so they can heal," she said with a shrug, then added.
"Give it a little time, okay? It sucks, but it's worth it. Besides...With the amount of smart people in and out of the mansion, maybe we can figure out a way someday to make another one that works like the real thing."
"Robot eyes. I think that is even possibly worse than robot arms." Marie-Ange's good eye glanced off to one of the other offices in the infirmary. "I think for now, getting used to the cosmetic is much easier on my nerves. I do think I should discuss getting another cosmetic followup for the scars? They still feel tight if I try to blink around the prosthetic."
Jean nodded. "It's probably the scar tissue. It tends to build up. I'd feel better getting you an appointment with a cosmetic or plastic surgeon. I have a bit more expertise than other doctors but you should probably see someone who specializes. A lot of this was triage but now that you've had time to heal you should be strong enough for what comes next should you want it. We have a couple of doctors that work at Claremont or I can refer you to one I know in the Mutant Underground. I've worked with her for some other cases."
It was awkward to demonstrate so that Jean could see the tightness in the scarred eye, but Marie-Ange did anyway, just to provide the extra information. "I think your mutant underground referral might be best. That way I do not need to carefully explain around any of my odder medical records."
Writing down some notes, Jean glanced up a moment and let out a laugh. "You might still need to explain a little, but not as much as Claremont, no. Not even the Underground has had as much experience as we have. I'd be happy to accompany you if you'd like."
"That would prevent me getting the information on my MRI's very very wrong and having to call you to explain them anyway." Marie-Ange said, smiling slightly. "It saves you a step."
Jean nodded. "Alright. Sounds like a plan. I can see when she may be in the area. Otherwise we'll have to go to her. She lives in India but she comes to the US often. On the plus side, if we visit her there's a little shop near her practice that makes fantastic chai."
"I like this colleague of yours already."
Bang, bang, bang
A series of thuds rang out through the Medlab. No one else was really around at the moment except for Jean, which is why it was happening.
Silence fell after a moment. Another minute passed before the series of bangs rang out again. When all was said and done Jean put down her hammer, eying the spaced nails in the wall before picking up the cork lined board and resting it on the two nails.
The cork board was something simple, with a gold frame.
Taking a step back, Jean glanced between the board and the nearby shelf with a satisfied nod. Once she was happy with it, she then reached into her drawer and pulled out a folder, opening it to reveal a crayon drawing of a woman with red hair and a doctor's coat and a child with green skin and purple hair next to a hospital. "Thank you Dr. Jean" was scrawled across the top in blue. Grabbing a push pin, she hung up the drawing, then picked up her tea mug, taking a long sip.
"Why do you use a hammer, when you could push the nails in telekinetically?" Marie-Ange had knocked once on the open doorway, but as she was expected, if a touch early for her consult, hadn't waited to hear a 'come in'. The door to the infirmary and medical labs was open, after all. "Not to criticize, I just am curious. It seems such a convenient power."
Jean set her cup down. She thought about it a moment. "It's satisfying," she admitted. "It's nice to feel the power radiating up your arm, driving the nails in." She then shrugged. "I know that probably sounds a little weird but it feels different," she said, taking another sip of her tea.
"Besides, I can't be too comfortable, especially at work. So I guess I've also gotten used to doing things the hard way here too."
"Your work does not know you are a mutant?" Marie-Ange asked, a little surprised. "That must be very difficult?"
"It's a challenge," Jean admitted. "But being publicly outed would potentially affect my work with the Mutant Underground. So I'm trying to stay under the radar for as long as I can. There are a few on staff that know. The ones I trust. The rest...definitely need to be kept in the dark. One of the doctors is a hateful, bigoted troglodyte. Gabe had the misfortune of meeting him when I was running behind."
"Do you want his internet history and searches made public?" Marie-Ange offered, almost automatically. "I have a very bored hacker on staff. He has a lot of time on his hands, and a lot of favours to thank all of you for, since you have all poked his stupid cursed blood so many times."
Jean tilted her head thoughtfully. "I like it, but let's keep that in the back pocket for now. I want it to be strategic," she said. She motioned for her to sit on the nearby couch or one of the chairs. "But enough about me. Let's talk about what you're here for."
"The regular check-up mostly." Marie-Ange was already undoing the clasp on her eyepatch - this one was a floral pattern of gold poppies on a crisp sky blue background. "But also I think I have come to the conclusion that I do not like the prosthetic eye. It irritates a bit." She waved her free hand at her bag. "I keep it handy, just in case. Much less distinctive if I have two eyes and no patch, but. I do not like poking it into my face."
"That's not uncommon," Jean said assuringly. "It will take some getting used to. I would recommend getting some lubricating eye drops to help. Instead of putting it in your eye though, put it around the prosthetic. I would try to keep it in your socket as much as you can. Keeping it out too long can risk potential inner collapsing of the eyelid, making it to where you can't wear the prosthetic eye at all."
Marie-Ange made a frustrated and uncharacteristic noise, blowing air out of her cheeks. "But I hate it." She said, affecting a bit of a whine. "Really, my eyelid could collapse? Ugh. Why are bodies so disgusting?"
Jean laughed. "Unfortunately I didn't make them, I just help patch them up when they break so they can heal," she said with a shrug, then added.
"Give it a little time, okay? It sucks, but it's worth it. Besides...With the amount of smart people in and out of the mansion, maybe we can figure out a way someday to make another one that works like the real thing."
"Robot eyes. I think that is even possibly worse than robot arms." Marie-Ange's good eye glanced off to one of the other offices in the infirmary. "I think for now, getting used to the cosmetic is much easier on my nerves. I do think I should discuss getting another cosmetic followup for the scars? They still feel tight if I try to blink around the prosthetic."
Jean nodded. "It's probably the scar tissue. It tends to build up. I'd feel better getting you an appointment with a cosmetic or plastic surgeon. I have a bit more expertise than other doctors but you should probably see someone who specializes. A lot of this was triage but now that you've had time to heal you should be strong enough for what comes next should you want it. We have a couple of doctors that work at Claremont or I can refer you to one I know in the Mutant Underground. I've worked with her for some other cases."
It was awkward to demonstrate so that Jean could see the tightness in the scarred eye, but Marie-Ange did anyway, just to provide the extra information. "I think your mutant underground referral might be best. That way I do not need to carefully explain around any of my odder medical records."
Writing down some notes, Jean glanced up a moment and let out a laugh. "You might still need to explain a little, but not as much as Claremont, no. Not even the Underground has had as much experience as we have. I'd be happy to accompany you if you'd like."
"That would prevent me getting the information on my MRI's very very wrong and having to call you to explain them anyway." Marie-Ange said, smiling slightly. "It saves you a step."
Jean nodded. "Alright. Sounds like a plan. I can see when she may be in the area. Otherwise we'll have to go to her. She lives in India but she comes to the US often. On the plus side, if we visit her there's a little shop near her practice that makes fantastic chai."
"I like this colleague of yours already."
