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xp_logsSet before the kids vanish. Cecilia and Moira meet and the meeting goes over very well. They talk about school and working in the MedLab and Moira discovers that Cecilia's going to fit in very well among the medicial staff.
Well, that had been surprisingly pleasant, given who she'd bumped into - Hank's prep-talk had been a very, very good thing. Cecilia would have to remember to thank him for it before venturing back upstairs. Eventually. But for the moment, she had a delivery to make.
She paused outside the door to what Nathan had told her was Moira's office, beginning to lift a hand to knock before remembering his advice, and dropped it to her side again. Startling her is not a good first impression. So, instead, she rose her voice a bit, so she could be heard inside. "Doctor MacTaggart? I come bearing pink chalky fluid?"
Blinking, Moira raised her head from the microscope. The world focused around her as it normally did after staring down at specimens for long periods of time but she smiled. "Anyone bearin' gifts can enter," she called back, watching as the door opened. "Ach, ye must be Cecilia. Pleasure ta meet ye, spent some time today goin' over yer file."
"That's me," Cecilia confirmed, flashing a smile as she let herself into the office. "The pleasure's all mine, honest. Alison conned me into coming here in the first place by dropping your and Doctor McCoy's names." She winked cheerfully, then offered a hand - not the one with the Pepto. First, a handshake. Then we can talk about the Pepto. "My file? Anything interesting in there?"
The handshake was warm and firm and that made Moira's smile spread a bit. "Yer GPA an' everythin' 'bout yer classes, for one. Verra impressive. Needless ta say, we were excited in th' prospect o' gettin' another person wit' yer skills down 'ere. An' I'm glad ta 'ear ye've 'eard o' me." The last sentence was teasing as she waved her towards a set of comfortable plush chairs.
Cecilia tried her best not to blush, but every girl likes having their mind praised - she was quite pleased. "Thank you," she replied, tone wavering between pride and a sudden bout of the bashfuls. But she knew how to fix that. She lifted the bottle, giving it a quick waggle to call Moira's attention to it as she began drifting towards the indicated chairs. "Now, I met your Nathan in the hall outside.."
"O' Lord, did 'e tell ye 'bout th' evils o' Pepto?" Moira asked, sighing. Well, at least it didn't sound like the young woman was startled by Nathan which was always a good thing.
"He asked me to make note of how fast you chug this thing down," Cecilia grinned, giving the bottle another, more admonishing, waggle. But, then she offered it, just the same. "Don't overdo it. I'm not above tattling, when it's for somebody's own good. You'll turn pink, and then Clarice wouldn't have a monopoly on it anymore." She paused, faltering a little. "Er, assuming she does in the first place.. I haven't met everyone."
Laughing a bit, Moira took a quick sip of the medicine before putting it down. "We've got a few varyin' colors," she said. "Blue tends ta be a popular color, I've found. An' I'll be careful, I look 'orrid in pink." She paused to reach over and check a slow timed experiment. "'ow are ye settlin' it, by th' way?"
Trying not to let herself get distracted by a sudden desire to do further research into the cause and effects of skin pigmentation (it'd give her something to do over lunch, so it'd wait), Cecilia settled down into one of the chairs, making a thoughtful noise. "Very, very carefully," she replied after a moment, with a self-deprecating smile. "This place is a bit of a shock to the system."
"I'm sure it would be. Muir Research Center saw a lot more mutants through tis doors at times but never like this. I was overwhelmed when I first came in but ye'll soon discover tha' under all th' insanity, 'tis wort' bein' 'ere."
"I hope so. I don't really have many alternatives." Cecilia made a bit of a face, propping her chin up in a hand. "I'm sure everything'll work itself out somehow."
"Aye, it will." Moira's face softened. She had, as she had said, read her file and everything that had happened to get her here. "Jus' out o' curisioty, once everythin' settles down...in yer mind, wha' do ye plan ta do?"
"Get my MD." There was no need to even think about the question - at least, not up until that point. It was after that where things were now rather fuzzy. Cecilia frowned faintly as she hit that particular stumbling block, her free hand lifting to rub at her forehead. "I haven't really thought much further ahead than that, yet."
"'onestly, jus' focus on tha'. Trust me, from th' sounds o' it 'tis bloody 'ard enough without stressin' yerself wit' wha' nexts." She tilted her head to think, trying to remember. "Completed third year an' goin' on ta fourt' or jus' goin' inta yer third year o' school?"
Cecilia nodded, grateful that she didn't need to try and think about it just yet. There was definitely more than enough on her mind as it was. "Completed third, going on to fourth," she confirmed, straightening back up in her seat.
"I'll talk ta th' other doctors an' Charles, see wha' we can do for ye. Education is verra important an' ye've invested enough sweat an' blood tha' it would be a shame ta waste it because somethin' went wron' tha' ye couldnae control. We 'ave other students takin' college classes, there 'as ta be somethin' ye could do ta 'elp ye wit'." Moira looked faintly determined, there was a good deal of drive that she recognized in Cecilia and she didn't want that to go to waste.
"Doctor Bartlet mentioned that she knew some people who'd be qualified to finish my training," Cecilia noted, trying - and likely failing - not to look overly hopeful. "I don't know where they physically are, but we're supposed to be meeting up for donuts and coffee this week. Believe me, it'll come up in conversation."
"Good! Maddie is good like tha'." Moira grinned a little. "I'm but a poor PhD but I'll 'elp ye out as much as I can. Workin' on Muir means I've got a good deal o' contacts."
Cecilia snorted - a poor PhD, indeed - and smiled brightly, nodding her head once. "I'll take all the help I can get. I want my shiny piece of paper."
"Looks verra nice on th' wall," she replied, nodding sagely. "In th' meantime, 'as anyone spoken ta ye 'bout workin' in th' MedLab? I know ye need a good number o' 'ours under yer belt for internship?"
Giddiness is not becoming of a medical professional, Cecilia. While she did refrain from bouncing in her seat, she couldn't do much for the beaming smile. "Doctor McCoy did mention I'd be allowed to play down here, but we didn't go into specifics at the time."
"We could always use a 'and down 'ere." Moira hid a smile; it was very obvious that Cecilia had almost flopped out of her chair in her excitement. "We 'ave a 'elper occasionally but I've told 'er tha' she needs ta be takin' classes before anythin' else comes out o' it."
Cecilia nodded, squinting in thought for a moment before hazarding a guess. "Clarice? She mentioned something about seeing Doctor McCoy down here, the other day."
"Aye, Clarice. I think she needs ta grow up some more, though she's makin' some progress. Plus, if she's serious, she 'as ta take those classes. Until then, she'll be doin' th' odd jobs 'round th' MedLab."
Cecilia nodded, and made no comment of her opinion regarding the girl's maturity. She didn't have the best grasp on the girl yet, anyway. "She seems serious," she replies instead, nodding once. "I'll try not to trip over her. That would be bad."
"A gaggle o' felled students in me 'allways would be bad," Moira commented dryly. "Wha' are yer interests in regards ta science? Jus' medicine or is it varied?"
"At least I can patch them together again if I do trip over them," Cecilia grinned. "Ah.. just medicine. I was aiming to be a trauma surgeon, specifically, but it's a bit nebulous now." She shrugged helplessly.
"Well, we tend ta take care o' our own...mutant or nay. 'enry an' Maddie will gleefully take ye under their win's, give ye th' time ye need down 'ere." She grinned. "Nay office for ye, yet, though."
"I'll need a shiny piece of paper to hang on the wall before I warrant an office," Cecilia agreed, chuckling. "I'll just steal a corner, or something. I don't need too much room."
"A rovin' assistant is jus' wha' we need." The chair creaked as she shifted, thinking. "Ta many thin's 'appenin' at once these days, I'm afraid."
Cecilia smiled sympathetically, returning her chin to its previous place in her hand. "Craziness does seem to be disturbingly commonplace around here." She waved a hand towards the pink bottle, with a faint quirk of an eyebrow. "Is that why Nathan's getting worried about leaving you and Pepto-Bismol alone together? Is mansion life forcing you to have a torrid affair with chalky stomach medicine?"
A laugh escaped and she nodded, a little sheepish. "Stomach's jus' been botherin' me for a wee while," she admitted. "An' aye, probably is th' stress. Nathan seems ta be at th' center o' it lately an' there's been a whole lot o' damage control goin' on." Not to mention the backlash she had felt the day everything happened. Maddie was still throwing things at her in an attempt to run her through more tests.
"At risk of acting like a complete hypocrite, have you considered.. I don't know.. taking a little time off?" Cecilia smiled teasingly, her eyebrow arching a bit higher. "Noone'll take your medical advice if you don't take care of yourself, you realize."
She snorted. "Lord, ye are goin' ta fit in jus' perfectly," Moira remarked. "I did, tha's th' sad thin'. Several days o' nay doin' much but sleepin' an' restin'."
"Then you need a few more," Cecilia replied logically. "I understand you two haven't exactly had the most.. sane month in the history of the world, Doctor. It's going to take a little more than several days of not doing much but sleeping and resting to recover from it."
"Moira," she corrected automatically. "I like bein' on a first name basis wit' folks, unless in an emergency. Aye, I know...but ye know tha' drive well enough ta realize 'tis 'ard ta stop, even when 'tis best."
"Don't make me ask Doctor Bartlet to help me tag-team you, Moira," Cecilia replied innocently, inclining her head. "You'd do the same for anyone else who was jumping back in too soon. It's only fair if someone's around to do it right back."
"...ye really are cut out for workin' 'ere." Laughing, Moira waved her hands at her. "Fine, once today's work is done--an' this is ta important ta be put off--I'll rest. Satisfied?"
"I'll be satisfied when you're out the door and tracking Nate down to force him to rest, too," Cecilia nodded, grinning cheerfully. "It'll do."
"Ambitious, aren't ye?"
"Wouldn't be here if I wasn't." She grinned wider. "So, what are you working on, anyway?"
"Workin' wit' one o' th' students. Big believer in tha' ta control one's power, yer body 'as ta be prepared for it. So I'm runnin' a multitude o' tests an' seein' wha' th' person is deficient in." Normally, she would say more but she had promised Manuel not to discuss it much with others.
"That sounds like a reasonable theory," Cecilia replied, nodding approvingly. She didn't seem to feel any need to pry - if it was something she could help with, she'd get tapped for it. Absently, she rubs one of her wrists, tilting her head thoughtfully. "Do you work with students on their powers often?"
"Aye, wit' th' ones I can. Some problems wit' powers stem from several different problems, so I 'elp figure out wha' th' problem is an' then give them exercises for them ta train wit'." Moira tilted her head slightly. "Do ye need some 'elp?"
"Since Doctor McCoy warned me off of trying to make the mutation just go away, I probably could," Cecilia replied lightly, with an amused smile. "I've just been spending so long trying to pretend my mutation isn't there that I really don't have the first clue about it. I know what it seems to do, and when, but how to control it, why it works the way it does? No idea at all."
"Hmm. Well, once ye get settled in, we can run some preliminary tests on ye an' then work from there. From th' results, I may be able ta talk ta other mutants wit' similar powers or somethin' tha' works th' way it does. Then comes th' trainin'. Which is always good."
"Learning how to keep it from springing up unannounced would be very, very good," Cecilia agreed. "It made a royal inconvenience of itself once. Rather not let it have the chance to do it again."
"'Tis a verra useful mutation but ye should be able ta control it." Moira sat back, frowning. "Samuel Guthrie manifests a forcefield as part o' 'is mutation, 'e 'as a "blast field" tha' 'e uses ta fly. I can talk ta 'im, certainly."
"Don't think I've met him yet," Cecilia murmured thoughtfully, glancing towards the door for a moment. Normally, having someone aware of what her mutation was without her mentioning it to them would be a bit worrisome - but given the company, she couldn't bring herself to mind. "Whatever works."
A soft smile appeared when she caught the look. "'Tis also part o' yer file," she assured her. "Verra briefly but 'tis there. I do me research when a new one comes in, makes 'tis easier in th' lon' wron'." She glanced at her watch. "I need ta finish up wit' these tests but I'm sure ye wouldnae protest if'n I let ye wander around the MedLab ta get more intimate wit' it."
Cecilia relaxed a bit at the explanation, nodding and allowing herself a sheepish smile. "That would explain it." With a wry chuckle, she shifted to get back to her feet, nodding her head solemnly. "I'm sure I'll survive being allowed to snoop around. Promise not to push any shiny buttons or anything. No chugging the Pepto once I'm out of the room."
"Deal."
Well, that had been surprisingly pleasant, given who she'd bumped into - Hank's prep-talk had been a very, very good thing. Cecilia would have to remember to thank him for it before venturing back upstairs. Eventually. But for the moment, she had a delivery to make.
She paused outside the door to what Nathan had told her was Moira's office, beginning to lift a hand to knock before remembering his advice, and dropped it to her side again. Startling her is not a good first impression. So, instead, she rose her voice a bit, so she could be heard inside. "Doctor MacTaggart? I come bearing pink chalky fluid?"
Blinking, Moira raised her head from the microscope. The world focused around her as it normally did after staring down at specimens for long periods of time but she smiled. "Anyone bearin' gifts can enter," she called back, watching as the door opened. "Ach, ye must be Cecilia. Pleasure ta meet ye, spent some time today goin' over yer file."
"That's me," Cecilia confirmed, flashing a smile as she let herself into the office. "The pleasure's all mine, honest. Alison conned me into coming here in the first place by dropping your and Doctor McCoy's names." She winked cheerfully, then offered a hand - not the one with the Pepto. First, a handshake. Then we can talk about the Pepto. "My file? Anything interesting in there?"
The handshake was warm and firm and that made Moira's smile spread a bit. "Yer GPA an' everythin' 'bout yer classes, for one. Verra impressive. Needless ta say, we were excited in th' prospect o' gettin' another person wit' yer skills down 'ere. An' I'm glad ta 'ear ye've 'eard o' me." The last sentence was teasing as she waved her towards a set of comfortable plush chairs.
Cecilia tried her best not to blush, but every girl likes having their mind praised - she was quite pleased. "Thank you," she replied, tone wavering between pride and a sudden bout of the bashfuls. But she knew how to fix that. She lifted the bottle, giving it a quick waggle to call Moira's attention to it as she began drifting towards the indicated chairs. "Now, I met your Nathan in the hall outside.."
"O' Lord, did 'e tell ye 'bout th' evils o' Pepto?" Moira asked, sighing. Well, at least it didn't sound like the young woman was startled by Nathan which was always a good thing.
"He asked me to make note of how fast you chug this thing down," Cecilia grinned, giving the bottle another, more admonishing, waggle. But, then she offered it, just the same. "Don't overdo it. I'm not above tattling, when it's for somebody's own good. You'll turn pink, and then Clarice wouldn't have a monopoly on it anymore." She paused, faltering a little. "Er, assuming she does in the first place.. I haven't met everyone."
Laughing a bit, Moira took a quick sip of the medicine before putting it down. "We've got a few varyin' colors," she said. "Blue tends ta be a popular color, I've found. An' I'll be careful, I look 'orrid in pink." She paused to reach over and check a slow timed experiment. "'ow are ye settlin' it, by th' way?"
Trying not to let herself get distracted by a sudden desire to do further research into the cause and effects of skin pigmentation (it'd give her something to do over lunch, so it'd wait), Cecilia settled down into one of the chairs, making a thoughtful noise. "Very, very carefully," she replied after a moment, with a self-deprecating smile. "This place is a bit of a shock to the system."
"I'm sure it would be. Muir Research Center saw a lot more mutants through tis doors at times but never like this. I was overwhelmed when I first came in but ye'll soon discover tha' under all th' insanity, 'tis wort' bein' 'ere."
"I hope so. I don't really have many alternatives." Cecilia made a bit of a face, propping her chin up in a hand. "I'm sure everything'll work itself out somehow."
"Aye, it will." Moira's face softened. She had, as she had said, read her file and everything that had happened to get her here. "Jus' out o' curisioty, once everythin' settles down...in yer mind, wha' do ye plan ta do?"
"Get my MD." There was no need to even think about the question - at least, not up until that point. It was after that where things were now rather fuzzy. Cecilia frowned faintly as she hit that particular stumbling block, her free hand lifting to rub at her forehead. "I haven't really thought much further ahead than that, yet."
"'onestly, jus' focus on tha'. Trust me, from th' sounds o' it 'tis bloody 'ard enough without stressin' yerself wit' wha' nexts." She tilted her head to think, trying to remember. "Completed third year an' goin' on ta fourt' or jus' goin' inta yer third year o' school?"
Cecilia nodded, grateful that she didn't need to try and think about it just yet. There was definitely more than enough on her mind as it was. "Completed third, going on to fourth," she confirmed, straightening back up in her seat.
"I'll talk ta th' other doctors an' Charles, see wha' we can do for ye. Education is verra important an' ye've invested enough sweat an' blood tha' it would be a shame ta waste it because somethin' went wron' tha' ye couldnae control. We 'ave other students takin' college classes, there 'as ta be somethin' ye could do ta 'elp ye wit'." Moira looked faintly determined, there was a good deal of drive that she recognized in Cecilia and she didn't want that to go to waste.
"Doctor Bartlet mentioned that she knew some people who'd be qualified to finish my training," Cecilia noted, trying - and likely failing - not to look overly hopeful. "I don't know where they physically are, but we're supposed to be meeting up for donuts and coffee this week. Believe me, it'll come up in conversation."
"Good! Maddie is good like tha'." Moira grinned a little. "I'm but a poor PhD but I'll 'elp ye out as much as I can. Workin' on Muir means I've got a good deal o' contacts."
Cecilia snorted - a poor PhD, indeed - and smiled brightly, nodding her head once. "I'll take all the help I can get. I want my shiny piece of paper."
"Looks verra nice on th' wall," she replied, nodding sagely. "In th' meantime, 'as anyone spoken ta ye 'bout workin' in th' MedLab? I know ye need a good number o' 'ours under yer belt for internship?"
Giddiness is not becoming of a medical professional, Cecilia. While she did refrain from bouncing in her seat, she couldn't do much for the beaming smile. "Doctor McCoy did mention I'd be allowed to play down here, but we didn't go into specifics at the time."
"We could always use a 'and down 'ere." Moira hid a smile; it was very obvious that Cecilia had almost flopped out of her chair in her excitement. "We 'ave a 'elper occasionally but I've told 'er tha' she needs ta be takin' classes before anythin' else comes out o' it."
Cecilia nodded, squinting in thought for a moment before hazarding a guess. "Clarice? She mentioned something about seeing Doctor McCoy down here, the other day."
"Aye, Clarice. I think she needs ta grow up some more, though she's makin' some progress. Plus, if she's serious, she 'as ta take those classes. Until then, she'll be doin' th' odd jobs 'round th' MedLab."
Cecilia nodded, and made no comment of her opinion regarding the girl's maturity. She didn't have the best grasp on the girl yet, anyway. "She seems serious," she replies instead, nodding once. "I'll try not to trip over her. That would be bad."
"A gaggle o' felled students in me 'allways would be bad," Moira commented dryly. "Wha' are yer interests in regards ta science? Jus' medicine or is it varied?"
"At least I can patch them together again if I do trip over them," Cecilia grinned. "Ah.. just medicine. I was aiming to be a trauma surgeon, specifically, but it's a bit nebulous now." She shrugged helplessly.
"Well, we tend ta take care o' our own...mutant or nay. 'enry an' Maddie will gleefully take ye under their win's, give ye th' time ye need down 'ere." She grinned. "Nay office for ye, yet, though."
"I'll need a shiny piece of paper to hang on the wall before I warrant an office," Cecilia agreed, chuckling. "I'll just steal a corner, or something. I don't need too much room."
"A rovin' assistant is jus' wha' we need." The chair creaked as she shifted, thinking. "Ta many thin's 'appenin' at once these days, I'm afraid."
Cecilia smiled sympathetically, returning her chin to its previous place in her hand. "Craziness does seem to be disturbingly commonplace around here." She waved a hand towards the pink bottle, with a faint quirk of an eyebrow. "Is that why Nathan's getting worried about leaving you and Pepto-Bismol alone together? Is mansion life forcing you to have a torrid affair with chalky stomach medicine?"
A laugh escaped and she nodded, a little sheepish. "Stomach's jus' been botherin' me for a wee while," she admitted. "An' aye, probably is th' stress. Nathan seems ta be at th' center o' it lately an' there's been a whole lot o' damage control goin' on." Not to mention the backlash she had felt the day everything happened. Maddie was still throwing things at her in an attempt to run her through more tests.
"At risk of acting like a complete hypocrite, have you considered.. I don't know.. taking a little time off?" Cecilia smiled teasingly, her eyebrow arching a bit higher. "Noone'll take your medical advice if you don't take care of yourself, you realize."
She snorted. "Lord, ye are goin' ta fit in jus' perfectly," Moira remarked. "I did, tha's th' sad thin'. Several days o' nay doin' much but sleepin' an' restin'."
"Then you need a few more," Cecilia replied logically. "I understand you two haven't exactly had the most.. sane month in the history of the world, Doctor. It's going to take a little more than several days of not doing much but sleeping and resting to recover from it."
"Moira," she corrected automatically. "I like bein' on a first name basis wit' folks, unless in an emergency. Aye, I know...but ye know tha' drive well enough ta realize 'tis 'ard ta stop, even when 'tis best."
"Don't make me ask Doctor Bartlet to help me tag-team you, Moira," Cecilia replied innocently, inclining her head. "You'd do the same for anyone else who was jumping back in too soon. It's only fair if someone's around to do it right back."
"...ye really are cut out for workin' 'ere." Laughing, Moira waved her hands at her. "Fine, once today's work is done--an' this is ta important ta be put off--I'll rest. Satisfied?"
"I'll be satisfied when you're out the door and tracking Nate down to force him to rest, too," Cecilia nodded, grinning cheerfully. "It'll do."
"Ambitious, aren't ye?"
"Wouldn't be here if I wasn't." She grinned wider. "So, what are you working on, anyway?"
"Workin' wit' one o' th' students. Big believer in tha' ta control one's power, yer body 'as ta be prepared for it. So I'm runnin' a multitude o' tests an' seein' wha' th' person is deficient in." Normally, she would say more but she had promised Manuel not to discuss it much with others.
"That sounds like a reasonable theory," Cecilia replied, nodding approvingly. She didn't seem to feel any need to pry - if it was something she could help with, she'd get tapped for it. Absently, she rubs one of her wrists, tilting her head thoughtfully. "Do you work with students on their powers often?"
"Aye, wit' th' ones I can. Some problems wit' powers stem from several different problems, so I 'elp figure out wha' th' problem is an' then give them exercises for them ta train wit'." Moira tilted her head slightly. "Do ye need some 'elp?"
"Since Doctor McCoy warned me off of trying to make the mutation just go away, I probably could," Cecilia replied lightly, with an amused smile. "I've just been spending so long trying to pretend my mutation isn't there that I really don't have the first clue about it. I know what it seems to do, and when, but how to control it, why it works the way it does? No idea at all."
"Hmm. Well, once ye get settled in, we can run some preliminary tests on ye an' then work from there. From th' results, I may be able ta talk ta other mutants wit' similar powers or somethin' tha' works th' way it does. Then comes th' trainin'. Which is always good."
"Learning how to keep it from springing up unannounced would be very, very good," Cecilia agreed. "It made a royal inconvenience of itself once. Rather not let it have the chance to do it again."
"'Tis a verra useful mutation but ye should be able ta control it." Moira sat back, frowning. "Samuel Guthrie manifests a forcefield as part o' 'is mutation, 'e 'as a "blast field" tha' 'e uses ta fly. I can talk ta 'im, certainly."
"Don't think I've met him yet," Cecilia murmured thoughtfully, glancing towards the door for a moment. Normally, having someone aware of what her mutation was without her mentioning it to them would be a bit worrisome - but given the company, she couldn't bring herself to mind. "Whatever works."
A soft smile appeared when she caught the look. "'Tis also part o' yer file," she assured her. "Verra briefly but 'tis there. I do me research when a new one comes in, makes 'tis easier in th' lon' wron'." She glanced at her watch. "I need ta finish up wit' these tests but I'm sure ye wouldnae protest if'n I let ye wander around the MedLab ta get more intimate wit' it."
Cecilia relaxed a bit at the explanation, nodding and allowing herself a sheepish smile. "That would explain it." With a wry chuckle, she shifted to get back to her feet, nodding her head solemnly. "I'm sure I'll survive being allowed to snoop around. Promise not to push any shiny buttons or anything. No chugging the Pepto once I'm out of the room."
"Deal."
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Date: 2004-08-05 11:01 am (UTC)Two helpers...
Sometimes....
I know I haven't been mentioning it a lot, but Rahne hasn't been kicked out or anything, has she?
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Date: 2004-08-05 11:12 am (UTC)Catch me on IM.
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Date: 2004-08-05 11:28 am (UTC)...We can drop it, I guess. Rahne's been thinking about becoming a doctor since before Haroun left, but would probably have been slower about proclaiming it. (I think she mentioned it at some point, but sort of quietly.) And wouldn't have wanted to sound like a mimic once Clarice had, perhaps.
Which reminds me...
Date: 2004-08-05 12:22 pm (UTC)Haroun is back. We need to log.
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