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xp_logs14 can only conclude she's going soft, if she's being convinced to do things she knows is a bad idea. In related news: Marie-Ange said she had to, but thankfully there's no way this could possibly come back to bite her.
Right?
Xavier's Medlab was never fully quiet, even on days there wasn't an emergency that required people working around and over each other to make sure nobody died or lost more than the occasional limb. Machines beeped out a steady tune of efficiency as they measured various vital functions or merely measured the humidity and heat in the area.
"I have been promised vengeance upon if I did not come and talk to you."
Laurie raised an eyebrow at the rather dramatic greeting and nodded toward an open treatment bay. It was a quieter moment, and it would appear that at least one of the Stepford's had finally appeared for a general checkup. If that wasn't a sign of the apocalypse, she didn't know what was. She'd have to note to the other medical staff that they should start wearing their lucky rabbit's feet again, just in case.
"Vengeance in what sense?" Laurie asked, curious as to who might have threatened Sophie. "And just yourself, or your sisters as well?"
Sophie didn't roll her eyes, but it was just barely. "To be honest, I did not ask. It was already suitably melodramatic and I did not wish to invite any more into the conversation if I could have avoided it." Her shoulders slumped. "And, I suppose, the last question is the question of import in this whole thing."
"People like to do that around here," Laurie murmured as she pulled the stethoscope from around her neck. "Just be thankful they aren't doing it while hidden in shadows while you recover from injury. We'll start with a general check-up then, and move from there while you tell me why my last question was so important?"
"I suppose that will be sufficient, yes. It will give me time to consider how I want to talk about this, as well," 14 said, taking a seat on a nearby chair and presenting an arm.
"You're being interestingly vague there," Laurie noted, moving closer to Sophie and placing the diaphragm against her back. "Breathe in for me."
"You will have to forgive me if giving away secrets that define my life sits poorly with me," Sophie said, letting that dry wit show through. She took a deep breath. "It is... difficult, for me."
"Would you be more comfortable speaking to Jean or Clarice?" Laurie asked, moving the diaphragm to another spot on her chest. "Breathe out."
Sophie did so. "...not particularly, no. 'Comfort' is too lofty a goal for this, I'd think."
"Out with it then," Laurie said as she dropped the stethoscope back to her chest and moved away to grab an otoscope laying on the small tray nearby. She then pulled out a sterilized speculum from a drawer before turning and heading back. "If we can't hope for comfort then I'm told speed is best."
14 afforded herself a delicate little snort; she kept it within Sophie because honestly with her, every emotion was at least partially theater when there was always the option to shunt it off to whichever body was alone at any given moment. An eyeroll may have also been involved, but that one was definitely not Sophie, so whether or not it was ever truly there was ultimately immaterial.
There was a long and frankly somewhat uncomfortable pause, and then
"My sisters and I are all actually one person."
“Not what I was expecting, I admit” Laurie moved in and placed the otoscope in Sophie’s ear before looking inside. “I’m assuming you mean some form of hive mind?”
It wasn’t that Laurie wasn’t fascinated, or that she didn’t have a dozen questions but she felt that keeping her cool and not peppering the poor girl with a dozen at once was the better course of action.
"Effectively. I'm currently both here getting this exam, upstairs reading a book, meditating, and playing myself in tennis, if that gives you an idea."
“You’ll still need to bring each of your bodies in for a physical. One mind in multiple forms doesn’t mean those forms are exactly the same.” Laurie moved to Sophie’s other ear and took a quick look. “Just how far apart can you be before things become problematic?”
She’d need to record her observations for later, although she’d keep this out of the medical files for now. At least until Sophie, or was it ‘the collective’? were happy to have all the doctors know.
"You would be surprised at how similar I all am," 14 said with a small smile, "but your point is accepted all the same."
There was a pause as Sophie visibly considered something. "Five hundred feet. For the distance."
“If one of your bodies is harmed, do you all feel it?”
Laurie recorded her findings in a small notebook she kept on her person at all times as she took the speculum off the otoscope and placed it on the tray for sterilization.
She went to another drawer and pulled out several test tubes before removing a sterilized needle from another.
“Did you fast from last night? I’d like to take some blood if possible.”
"I did not plan on being here today, no. Unfortunately, when hunger is multiplied five-fold, fasting is not something I tend to do on a whim."
“See Jean later than to book that in. Having a baseline for all of you will help us in the case of disaster.”
Laurie placed the equipment back in the drawers it had come from and gave Sophie a serious look.
“Why tell me? Surely more people trust Jean or Clarice with their secrets.”
"Does that mean you can't be trusted?" Sophie asked, looking not at all perturbed. In fact, all she'd done was quirk an eyebrow.
Laurie smiled. It wasn't amusement but nor was it threatening. It was the smile of someone who recognized a game when she saw it. She nodded her head as if she'd merely confirmed something.
"It means that I'm curious as to your motives for coming to me in particular. You can go, Sophie. I have all the data I need, do send your other bodies in at your convenience though."
14 didn't feel great, leaving the lab. ...whatever. At least it'd keep Marie-Ange off her back for a little while.
Right?
Xavier's Medlab was never fully quiet, even on days there wasn't an emergency that required people working around and over each other to make sure nobody died or lost more than the occasional limb. Machines beeped out a steady tune of efficiency as they measured various vital functions or merely measured the humidity and heat in the area.
"I have been promised vengeance upon if I did not come and talk to you."
Laurie raised an eyebrow at the rather dramatic greeting and nodded toward an open treatment bay. It was a quieter moment, and it would appear that at least one of the Stepford's had finally appeared for a general checkup. If that wasn't a sign of the apocalypse, she didn't know what was. She'd have to note to the other medical staff that they should start wearing their lucky rabbit's feet again, just in case.
"Vengeance in what sense?" Laurie asked, curious as to who might have threatened Sophie. "And just yourself, or your sisters as well?"
Sophie didn't roll her eyes, but it was just barely. "To be honest, I did not ask. It was already suitably melodramatic and I did not wish to invite any more into the conversation if I could have avoided it." Her shoulders slumped. "And, I suppose, the last question is the question of import in this whole thing."
"People like to do that around here," Laurie murmured as she pulled the stethoscope from around her neck. "Just be thankful they aren't doing it while hidden in shadows while you recover from injury. We'll start with a general check-up then, and move from there while you tell me why my last question was so important?"
"I suppose that will be sufficient, yes. It will give me time to consider how I want to talk about this, as well," 14 said, taking a seat on a nearby chair and presenting an arm.
"You're being interestingly vague there," Laurie noted, moving closer to Sophie and placing the diaphragm against her back. "Breathe in for me."
"You will have to forgive me if giving away secrets that define my life sits poorly with me," Sophie said, letting that dry wit show through. She took a deep breath. "It is... difficult, for me."
"Would you be more comfortable speaking to Jean or Clarice?" Laurie asked, moving the diaphragm to another spot on her chest. "Breathe out."
Sophie did so. "...not particularly, no. 'Comfort' is too lofty a goal for this, I'd think."
"Out with it then," Laurie said as she dropped the stethoscope back to her chest and moved away to grab an otoscope laying on the small tray nearby. She then pulled out a sterilized speculum from a drawer before turning and heading back. "If we can't hope for comfort then I'm told speed is best."
14 afforded herself a delicate little snort; she kept it within Sophie because honestly with her, every emotion was at least partially theater when there was always the option to shunt it off to whichever body was alone at any given moment. An eyeroll may have also been involved, but that one was definitely not Sophie, so whether or not it was ever truly there was ultimately immaterial.
There was a long and frankly somewhat uncomfortable pause, and then
"My sisters and I are all actually one person."
“Not what I was expecting, I admit” Laurie moved in and placed the otoscope in Sophie’s ear before looking inside. “I’m assuming you mean some form of hive mind?”
It wasn’t that Laurie wasn’t fascinated, or that she didn’t have a dozen questions but she felt that keeping her cool and not peppering the poor girl with a dozen at once was the better course of action.
"Effectively. I'm currently both here getting this exam, upstairs reading a book, meditating, and playing myself in tennis, if that gives you an idea."
“You’ll still need to bring each of your bodies in for a physical. One mind in multiple forms doesn’t mean those forms are exactly the same.” Laurie moved to Sophie’s other ear and took a quick look. “Just how far apart can you be before things become problematic?”
She’d need to record her observations for later, although she’d keep this out of the medical files for now. At least until Sophie, or was it ‘the collective’? were happy to have all the doctors know.
"You would be surprised at how similar I all am," 14 said with a small smile, "but your point is accepted all the same."
There was a pause as Sophie visibly considered something. "Five hundred feet. For the distance."
“If one of your bodies is harmed, do you all feel it?”
Laurie recorded her findings in a small notebook she kept on her person at all times as she took the speculum off the otoscope and placed it on the tray for sterilization.
She went to another drawer and pulled out several test tubes before removing a sterilized needle from another.
“Did you fast from last night? I’d like to take some blood if possible.”
"I did not plan on being here today, no. Unfortunately, when hunger is multiplied five-fold, fasting is not something I tend to do on a whim."
“See Jean later than to book that in. Having a baseline for all of you will help us in the case of disaster.”
Laurie placed the equipment back in the drawers it had come from and gave Sophie a serious look.
“Why tell me? Surely more people trust Jean or Clarice with their secrets.”
"Does that mean you can't be trusted?" Sophie asked, looking not at all perturbed. In fact, all she'd done was quirk an eyebrow.
Laurie smiled. It wasn't amusement but nor was it threatening. It was the smile of someone who recognized a game when she saw it. She nodded her head as if she'd merely confirmed something.
"It means that I'm curious as to your motives for coming to me in particular. You can go, Sophie. I have all the data I need, do send your other bodies in at your convenience though."
14 didn't feel great, leaving the lab. ...whatever. At least it'd keep Marie-Ange off her back for a little while.
