Log: Clarice & Bobby in the medlab
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xp_logsAfter the events of X-Men Mission: Lone Sentinel, Clarice is recovering in the medlab. Under a lot of pain medication.
Hazy Shade of winter played for what was likely the 43rd time from Clarice's bed in the medlab. It wasn't too loud, but she probably should have used headphones, but she lost them somewhere and they weren't her ear buds anyways and she didn't like them so whatever. This song on repeat, both the Simon & Garfunkel version and the 80's Bangles version, was her JAM! It also perfectly encapsulated her feelings on being this busted up in the medlab. Also, it was nice to wake up to the same song playing that she fell asleep to. That she might be annoying people didn't even cross her mind.
"Who left the oldies station on?" Bobby asked as he pulled his earphones out. He'd heard about the injured X-Men and, while he had no useful medical abilities, he felt like maybe if he volunteered his Switch and the games on it for those convalescing it'd do some good. Maybe. Either way, he'd decided to do just that and plugged his headphones in while playing Mario Kart on the way there. Look, he brought the charger too so it's not like he was using ALL the battery power up.
He poked his head into the room with the golden oldies blasting out of it, which sounded like the same song but sung by two different old bands or something. Old was the key takeaway Bobby had gotten from it, at any rate. He saw Clarice and paused his game, nodding hello with an up-tilt of his head.
"Not oldies!" Clarice protested, though there was a distinct lack of effort in defending that. And really, could she? The newer of the two songs was still somewhere around 30 years old. "Why? You calling me old?" she asked, suspicious.
"Nooooo, I mean, I didn't actually say that." Bobby bit his lip and looked around for a way to change the subject. Then he remembered what he was holding in his hands, and lifted the Switch up, waggling it back and forth for dramatic effect. "Lookit what I brought!" He pointed it towards Clarice, the Mario Kart start screen lit up and just waiting to be played. "It's... wait, you do know Mario, right?" He was pretty sure she wasn't that old, but then again he wasn't sure how old Mario was either, not exactly.
Rolling her eyes dramatically, Clarice reached for the switch, leaning forward too much and then wincing as she lay back in a more comfortable position, "Of course I know Mario!" she snapped, making gimme hands instead, "I am queen of Rainbow Road!" Appropriately enough.
Bobby chuckled at her initial reaction, then gave an empathic grimace as she stretched a bit too far. "Sorry, here you go." He handed over the Switch and pulled up a chair to sit next to the bed where he could still see her play. "How are you doing, anyway?"
"I feel like I got run over by Toadstool," she replied promptly, squinting a little at the screen as she set things up and then began to mash buttons. "Aren't you supposed to be able to play against others with this thing?" she asked. Clarice was not at all up on the newer gaming systems, but she was pretty sure that was a thing. "I died."
"You can, you just have to detach the thingies and then we could both play." Thingies was totally the technical term for controllers, for those in the know anyway. "They just slide off, once you hit the button on the back." Bobby waited until she was done her race before showing her how to take them off. "Though, fair warning, I am pretty good at this game."
Fumbling with taking them off, it was a good thing Bobby was there to help her. Her fingers were attempting to disconnect with her body. Stupid pain meds. "You know I'm as high as a kite, right?" She replied, amused, then began singing softly, "Let's go fly a kite up where the air is bright let's go fly a kite and send it soaring up to the atmosphere..." Clarice trailed off. "I forgot the rest of the song." That was probably for the best. Singing was not one of her talents.
Bobby's eyes went wide at the mention of being high. "You mean they let you smoke up? In here?" Then he shook his head and chuckled. "Nah, I forget, you can have like edibles and stuff. That could make you play better though, or so I hear. On the interwebs." She wasn't a great singer but Bobby knew eff all about that so he didn't mind. "I did hear that's a side effect, though. Forgettin' stuff." He paused and squinted at her again. "Do you have the munchies too, by any chance?"
Wait what? "Nooooo," Clarice rolled her eyes dramatically as she realized what Bobby was talking about, "I'm on pain meds, you idiot! But man, gummy's sound really good right now. Edible or regular. Whatever. I wonder if I can get gummy bears delivered from an app...?" Probably not without ordering a LOT of gummy bears to meet the minimum order requirements. But that didn't sound so bad really.
"So some munchies, I see." He had no idea if pain meds could cause that or not though. "Man, now I want some too. Or a burger, that'd hit the spot right about now." Bobby wasn't sure how much of his paycheque was left in his account, but eff it. He took out his phone and looked up his deliver app. "If I order something, you want anything?" He did it to himself, for sure, but he could tell himself he was doing it to help out an injured friend. Yes, that'd work.
"Oh, a burger, yeah! From Bad Daddy's. The one with shrooms!" Pain meds or not, Clarice had not lost her appetite. "And I'll cover it, no problem. Or I can owe you, whatever," she was flush, but that was because she both worked at Xavier's and had taken some highly lucrative side things from time to time. Nothing too illegal, no more so than being an X-Man anyways.
"You got it, and pfft, I got this." He tilted his phone up a liiiittle so she couldn't see him logging onto his banking app first to double check, but nah, he was golden. For this week anyway. Bobby opened the food app and passed it to Clarice so she could enter her own order, partly out of laziness but also 'cause he didn't want to mess it up. "So do you know when you're gettin' out or anything?" He tried not to think of it like she was in jail or something but he didn't know how else to put it.
"Probably tomorrow," she shrugged, "I can be annoying in my own bed as well as here and I don't need a lot of care," it was possible it would be later tonight, but given the hour, she assumed the morning. They rarely made people vacate beds in the evening unless there was an urgent need. And if the need was that urgent, chances were, Clarice would be working, injured or not. Better not to think about that.
"Being annoying is convenient like that, you can be annoying anywhere. Or so everyone likes to tell me." Bobby shrugged himself and nodded towards the Switch again. "You may not need a lot of, uh, hospital care," he said, looking around and trying to come up with a better term and failing, "but you're gonna need a lot of help if you plan to beat my best time on that course."
Taking the Switch back up, Clarice glared at it, "Watch me!"
Hazy Shade of winter played for what was likely the 43rd time from Clarice's bed in the medlab. It wasn't too loud, but she probably should have used headphones, but she lost them somewhere and they weren't her ear buds anyways and she didn't like them so whatever. This song on repeat, both the Simon & Garfunkel version and the 80's Bangles version, was her JAM! It also perfectly encapsulated her feelings on being this busted up in the medlab. Also, it was nice to wake up to the same song playing that she fell asleep to. That she might be annoying people didn't even cross her mind.
"Who left the oldies station on?" Bobby asked as he pulled his earphones out. He'd heard about the injured X-Men and, while he had no useful medical abilities, he felt like maybe if he volunteered his Switch and the games on it for those convalescing it'd do some good. Maybe. Either way, he'd decided to do just that and plugged his headphones in while playing Mario Kart on the way there. Look, he brought the charger too so it's not like he was using ALL the battery power up.
He poked his head into the room with the golden oldies blasting out of it, which sounded like the same song but sung by two different old bands or something. Old was the key takeaway Bobby had gotten from it, at any rate. He saw Clarice and paused his game, nodding hello with an up-tilt of his head.
"Not oldies!" Clarice protested, though there was a distinct lack of effort in defending that. And really, could she? The newer of the two songs was still somewhere around 30 years old. "Why? You calling me old?" she asked, suspicious.
"Nooooo, I mean, I didn't actually say that." Bobby bit his lip and looked around for a way to change the subject. Then he remembered what he was holding in his hands, and lifted the Switch up, waggling it back and forth for dramatic effect. "Lookit what I brought!" He pointed it towards Clarice, the Mario Kart start screen lit up and just waiting to be played. "It's... wait, you do know Mario, right?" He was pretty sure she wasn't that old, but then again he wasn't sure how old Mario was either, not exactly.
Rolling her eyes dramatically, Clarice reached for the switch, leaning forward too much and then wincing as she lay back in a more comfortable position, "Of course I know Mario!" she snapped, making gimme hands instead, "I am queen of Rainbow Road!" Appropriately enough.
Bobby chuckled at her initial reaction, then gave an empathic grimace as she stretched a bit too far. "Sorry, here you go." He handed over the Switch and pulled up a chair to sit next to the bed where he could still see her play. "How are you doing, anyway?"
"I feel like I got run over by Toadstool," she replied promptly, squinting a little at the screen as she set things up and then began to mash buttons. "Aren't you supposed to be able to play against others with this thing?" she asked. Clarice was not at all up on the newer gaming systems, but she was pretty sure that was a thing. "I died."
"You can, you just have to detach the thingies and then we could both play." Thingies was totally the technical term for controllers, for those in the know anyway. "They just slide off, once you hit the button on the back." Bobby waited until she was done her race before showing her how to take them off. "Though, fair warning, I am pretty good at this game."
Fumbling with taking them off, it was a good thing Bobby was there to help her. Her fingers were attempting to disconnect with her body. Stupid pain meds. "You know I'm as high as a kite, right?" She replied, amused, then began singing softly, "Let's go fly a kite up where the air is bright let's go fly a kite and send it soaring up to the atmosphere..." Clarice trailed off. "I forgot the rest of the song." That was probably for the best. Singing was not one of her talents.
Bobby's eyes went wide at the mention of being high. "You mean they let you smoke up? In here?" Then he shook his head and chuckled. "Nah, I forget, you can have like edibles and stuff. That could make you play better though, or so I hear. On the interwebs." She wasn't a great singer but Bobby knew eff all about that so he didn't mind. "I did hear that's a side effect, though. Forgettin' stuff." He paused and squinted at her again. "Do you have the munchies too, by any chance?"
Wait what? "Nooooo," Clarice rolled her eyes dramatically as she realized what Bobby was talking about, "I'm on pain meds, you idiot! But man, gummy's sound really good right now. Edible or regular. Whatever. I wonder if I can get gummy bears delivered from an app...?" Probably not without ordering a LOT of gummy bears to meet the minimum order requirements. But that didn't sound so bad really.
"So some munchies, I see." He had no idea if pain meds could cause that or not though. "Man, now I want some too. Or a burger, that'd hit the spot right about now." Bobby wasn't sure how much of his paycheque was left in his account, but eff it. He took out his phone and looked up his deliver app. "If I order something, you want anything?" He did it to himself, for sure, but he could tell himself he was doing it to help out an injured friend. Yes, that'd work.
"Oh, a burger, yeah! From Bad Daddy's. The one with shrooms!" Pain meds or not, Clarice had not lost her appetite. "And I'll cover it, no problem. Or I can owe you, whatever," she was flush, but that was because she both worked at Xavier's and had taken some highly lucrative side things from time to time. Nothing too illegal, no more so than being an X-Man anyways.
"You got it, and pfft, I got this." He tilted his phone up a liiiittle so she couldn't see him logging onto his banking app first to double check, but nah, he was golden. For this week anyway. Bobby opened the food app and passed it to Clarice so she could enter her own order, partly out of laziness but also 'cause he didn't want to mess it up. "So do you know when you're gettin' out or anything?" He tried not to think of it like she was in jail or something but he didn't know how else to put it.
"Probably tomorrow," she shrugged, "I can be annoying in my own bed as well as here and I don't need a lot of care," it was possible it would be later tonight, but given the hour, she assumed the morning. They rarely made people vacate beds in the evening unless there was an urgent need. And if the need was that urgent, chances were, Clarice would be working, injured or not. Better not to think about that.
"Being annoying is convenient like that, you can be annoying anywhere. Or so everyone likes to tell me." Bobby shrugged himself and nodded towards the Switch again. "You may not need a lot of, uh, hospital care," he said, looking around and trying to come up with a better term and failing, "but you're gonna need a lot of help if you plan to beat my best time on that course."
Taking the Switch back up, Clarice glared at it, "Watch me!"
