log: Moira & Clarice yesterday afternoon

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It was an unusually warm day and Clarice had decided that since she didn't have to spend her waking hours down in the dungeon or in the fencing hall, she was going to enjoy the sun. And maybe even shock Dr. McCoy by doing her homework correctly.

"Hey, Moira," Clarice called, waving at the Doctor from the grass. "What's up?"

Moira glanced up from a book of notes she had brought out of the labs and waved back at Clarice before trotting over. "Jus' enjoyin' th' sun an' doin' some notes outside. I take it ye roughly 'ad th' same idea?"

"Yup, it's going to be cold soon," Clarice explained, she didn't often go outside, but today she couldn't resist. "So, let me see!"

She didn't even have to ask what Clarice was asking about, simply grinned and held out her left hand. The ring sparkled brightly in the sun and she sighed, wistfully, as she looked at it again. It had been hanging around her neck when she was in the MedLab but the second she had left, it had gone right back onto her hand.

"Shiney! Pretty!" Clarice inspected the proferred hand critically, although she really had no idea how to judge a diamond or anything. It was just big and that worked for her. "So, does this mean we have to start calling you Dr. Dayspring?"

It took a lot to startle Moira but she very nearly choked on nothing. She hadn't even thought about that. Professionally...it wouldn't be able to work. But for everything else? Her mind cheerfully went blank. "Nay jus' bloody well yet!" she proclaimed, still blinking at the thought.

"Oh it'd be fun! And Nathan would die!" Clarice paused, thinking on what she said, "Never mind. That'd be a bad thing."

"Aye, Nathan diein' is a bad thin'." Moira nodded, and forced her mind away from the legal questions of the marriage. "Trust me on tha'."

"So anyways...notes on what?" Clarice really didn't want to work more physics problems.

"Test results on some o' th' stuff from th' powers class," she explained. "I'm
doin' some compare an' contrast right now."

"We haven't started working on that, we really need to," she paused trying to figure out how to word the rest, "The others sometimes get pain from using their powers. I don't. So...I think I want to find my limits, you know?"

She nodded, thinking about that. "Sounds like a good idea. Ye'd only keep pushin' yerself until ye find it an' I would much rather 'ave ye do it under supervision."

"Well, I'm not going to go off to Russia next week," Clarice said wryly, "But I can go farther than Kurt and he has me porting on quarters in places I know."

"Tha' makes sense. Do ye know wha' ye _cannae_ do yet, at all?"

This made Clarice pause. "Tango?" she replied fascisiously, "Um...I've never tried groups of people. And weight makes a difference. And I 'ported Miles once from a distance, and can do that to objects if I can see them. But I only tried a person once."

From out of seemingly nowhere, Moira pulled a pen and flipped to a new page on her pad. "Well, tha'll eventually be somethin' wort' tryin' then. Wha' 'bout height? 'ow far up 'ave ye tried ta go?"

"Up? No...why would I go up?" this was confusing, she just went places. Up wasn't a place.

"Wha' if yer in a room tha' ye want ta stay in but need ta go somewhere?" she asked, pointing the pen in the sky. "Ye go up."

"Well, I can go up to my room...never really thought about it. So two or three stories, maybe?" physics it was always damned physics.

"Somethin' else ta work on then," Moira said brightly. "Directions--'tis all
'bout directions an' 'ow fast ye can get there, really."

"Damn physics. What was it that Kitty said, 'bio is chemistry, chemistry is physics and physics is math'?"

"Pretty much. They all lead inta each other, eventually."

Clarice sighed, "Figures. Most mutations deal with physics and medicine is all of the above. So if I learn it now, it'll be easier in the future," she sounded just like Dr. Bartlet.

Moira grinned down at her. "Exactly. I'll be glad ta give ye a 'and tryin' ta
figure out th' physics part o' yer mutation. That'll 'elp some, at least."

"Thanks," Clarice smiled, opening her book back up, "So I guess it's back to the math."

"Pretty much, aye. We'll get started on workin' wit' yer powers soon--we may want ta 'ave Kurt there jus' in case somethin' goes wron' wit' some o' th' "up" experiments."

"Or a net." Clarice agreed, "Up gets...high. I'm not afraid of falling, just of hitting the ground."

"They say 'tis always th' fall..." She shook her head. "I'll talk ta Kurt an'
see wha' 'e's got. Because if anyone 'as nettin' like tha', 'e might 'ave it."

"Cool, well, I better finish this, I'll see you!" Clarice gathered her things and stood to leave. "Physics."

"'ave fun."