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xp_logsKevin, Felicia, and Topaz discuss how they’re going to get him into the clinic.
The U-Clinic had a neat and clean front entrance. Manicured shrubs framed the walkway, the double front doors opened smoothly via a sensor, it looked bright and friendly, all warm cream stone and polished chrome and glass. Half a block away was a run down liquor store, a bodega with slot machines, a run-down diner, and a dispensary, but the cruft and creep seemed to be held off by money - and a pair of door guards in tidy uniforms.
The diner had sticky tables, peeling vinyl seats and a waitress whose name tag said "Mabel" but who had answered to "Flo" and "Darlene" from the cooks in the back - who plunked down a pot of coffee, three mugs, and a saucer full of creamer containers and sugar packets. "You just yell when you're ready.' She paused. "We got those gluten free pancakes, if you're the kind of folks who eat that sort of thing."
"I'm thinking street stabbing just outside the clinic - mugging gone wrong. You're just concerned bystanders which gives them the ability to brush you off after a bit without raising suspicions." Kevin reached for a mug and stopped. "Oh, right. If we're doing stabbing, I don't want to leak coffee everywhere."
"Does one of us have to actually stab you?" Topaz asked curiously, pouring herself a cup and adding a frankly ungodly amount of sugar. "Or are you going to provoke someone? I can probably help with that."
"No, I'll handle it. Both of you need to be in place and without blood on you. And I'd rather not risk prison for some random guy." He said. "Just another act of anti-mutant violence in this great nation of ours."
"Outsourcing when I would have gladly done it for free," Felicia admonished playfully, trying very hard not to stare at the continuing stream of sugar pouring into her companion's cup. "I appreciate your consideration of this jacket, even though I know it's just being clever and responsible. They don't make it anymore and I'd hate for it to get ruined."
"But yes. Very concerned citizen followed by making ourselves unnecessary and fucking off. Got it."
"Obviously we don't want to hang around long." Topaz stirred her drink before taking an experimental sip. "But if we want to take a minute to just get a rough idea of what we're looking at, I can make everyone suddenly very concerned for the bleeding man. Very important to get him in back ASAP. Pay no mind to the two ladies who brought him in."
"Clever girl," Felicia said, gesturing at her with a spoon. "I'd feel better knowing exactly what kind of terrible we were leaving him in. Apparently I'm just here for quips and beauty, but I promise to be exquisite in my performance."
"You can take over the 'being stabbed' part if it makes you feel more useful." Kevin said dryly.
"We've been over it. Not with this jacket," Felicia replied briskly. "Besides, I wasn't fishing. I am the absolute best at nabbing things and whatever else is around it; nosy security, cameras, poorly encrypted computers, a good old fashion lock. I don't need to do everything, though it is just lovely watching the two of you puzzle it out."
Topaz hid her smirk behind another sip of coffee. The sugar hadn't improved the flavor much, but it was at least covered up. "Sounds like a plan, then. Anything we should know before you're out of commission?"
"Don't wait too long. I've come back from a lot, but if they totally strip me down for parts, I don't like the idea of being a foot shorter for the rest of my life."
The U-Clinic had a neat and clean front entrance. Manicured shrubs framed the walkway, the double front doors opened smoothly via a sensor, it looked bright and friendly, all warm cream stone and polished chrome and glass. Half a block away was a run down liquor store, a bodega with slot machines, a run-down diner, and a dispensary, but the cruft and creep seemed to be held off by money - and a pair of door guards in tidy uniforms.
The diner had sticky tables, peeling vinyl seats and a waitress whose name tag said "Mabel" but who had answered to "Flo" and "Darlene" from the cooks in the back - who plunked down a pot of coffee, three mugs, and a saucer full of creamer containers and sugar packets. "You just yell when you're ready.' She paused. "We got those gluten free pancakes, if you're the kind of folks who eat that sort of thing."
"I'm thinking street stabbing just outside the clinic - mugging gone wrong. You're just concerned bystanders which gives them the ability to brush you off after a bit without raising suspicions." Kevin reached for a mug and stopped. "Oh, right. If we're doing stabbing, I don't want to leak coffee everywhere."
"Does one of us have to actually stab you?" Topaz asked curiously, pouring herself a cup and adding a frankly ungodly amount of sugar. "Or are you going to provoke someone? I can probably help with that."
"No, I'll handle it. Both of you need to be in place and without blood on you. And I'd rather not risk prison for some random guy." He said. "Just another act of anti-mutant violence in this great nation of ours."
"Outsourcing when I would have gladly done it for free," Felicia admonished playfully, trying very hard not to stare at the continuing stream of sugar pouring into her companion's cup. "I appreciate your consideration of this jacket, even though I know it's just being clever and responsible. They don't make it anymore and I'd hate for it to get ruined."
"But yes. Very concerned citizen followed by making ourselves unnecessary and fucking off. Got it."
"Obviously we don't want to hang around long." Topaz stirred her drink before taking an experimental sip. "But if we want to take a minute to just get a rough idea of what we're looking at, I can make everyone suddenly very concerned for the bleeding man. Very important to get him in back ASAP. Pay no mind to the two ladies who brought him in."
"Clever girl," Felicia said, gesturing at her with a spoon. "I'd feel better knowing exactly what kind of terrible we were leaving him in. Apparently I'm just here for quips and beauty, but I promise to be exquisite in my performance."
"You can take over the 'being stabbed' part if it makes you feel more useful." Kevin said dryly.
"We've been over it. Not with this jacket," Felicia replied briskly. "Besides, I wasn't fishing. I am the absolute best at nabbing things and whatever else is around it; nosy security, cameras, poorly encrypted computers, a good old fashion lock. I don't need to do everything, though it is just lovely watching the two of you puzzle it out."
Topaz hid her smirk behind another sip of coffee. The sugar hadn't improved the flavor much, but it was at least covered up. "Sounds like a plan, then. Anything we should know before you're out of commission?"
"Don't wait too long. I've come back from a lot, but if they totally strip me down for parts, I don't like the idea of being a foot shorter for the rest of my life."
