Busy Little Doctor...;)

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Rahne: Rahne walks cautiously down the corridor in one of the lower levels of the mansion; unlike Kitty, she hasn't spent much time there and isn't entirely sure of her way. The laboratory where Dr. McCoy is half-humming, half-singing that "Henry the Eighth" song is not the right one; an odd smell and the soft intermittent rattle of a keyboard, however, turn out to be behind the same open door as Moira MacTaggart.

She stands uncertainly in the doorway for a moment before clearing her throat softly. "Lady Moira? Jamie said ye were here, and ye did want to speak to me...."

Moira: Moira looks up, startled, hands hovering above the keys. "Rahne!" She looks tired, despite the two days of nearly straight sleep, but she smiles widely at the girl's presence. "Aye, I wanted ta see ye." Pushing away from her desk, she walks over and gives Rahne a quick hug, looking her over. "Come in, pull up a seat...if ye can find one under this mess, tha' is...I swear, these labs..."

Rahne: Rahne obediently finds a stool with only an old cardboard box on it and perches with the box on her lap. "'Tis very good to see ye again too. I -- I'm sorry to hear there's been so much trouble...?" She fidgets a bit, not entirely sure she understands the trouble itself, and abashed enough as it is.

Moira: Moira nods, setting up a fresh pot of coffee and, with a glance at Rahne, sets up a thing of tea. The girl looked nervous enough as it is, her coffee would only made it worse. "Trouble...well, I'm gettin' used ta tha'. Muir's kind o' on it's ear now but Rory an' I'll come out on top. Seems ta be tricklin' over here, as well. How are ye doin'?"

Rahne: "I'm well enough. I don't half know what to do with classes over for a bit, though I'm no complaining." Rahne hesitates at finding herself going on so much, then smiles shyly -- Moira looks encouraging. "I've been cooking a wee bit, and Marie-Ange -- that's my roommate -- is quite nice."

Moira: She smiles at her, rescuing two clean mugs from under her pile of notes. "Sounds like fun...God only knows I cannea cook ta save me life. Trust me, unless ye find someone tha' likes cookin' an' likes ye well enough ta cook for ye, God bless Rory, it's a good skill ta have." She thinks for a moment. "Marie-Ange...oh, th' lass tha' responded in tha' LiveJournal thing Henry set up for me a while back. I'm glad yer gettin' along wit' her so well." Moira pauses. "Rahne, are ye glad I suggested Xavier's school to th' Reverend?"

Rahne: Rahne blinks, caught off guard, and stammers a little over her answer. "I -- aye, I think I am -- that is, I'm very grateful, and I'm certain he is too. 'Tis... very strange here, and I do miss home, but I'm glad to have met some of the people...."

Moira: Moira, realizing she was a bit too upfront with the question, hands Rahne the mug of tea and takes the box off her lap. "Well, ye are in a school fer mutants, it was bound ta be strange. I jus'...I wanted ta be sure I made the right choice." Sighing, Moira grabs her own cup of coffee and sits back down. "I could 'ave very well recommended Muir Island, ta have ye stay closer ta yer home an' work wit' me. But I felt ye needed more than tha', the student interaction more than anythin'. I've got patients, most o' them younger. Honestly, I've 'eard a few rumors, I talked to tha' young Jamie ta get a better feel, an' I'm jus' worried. About the school, about ye."

Rahne: "I'm all right," Rahne offers a bit anxiously. "I didna mean to worry anyone...."

Moira: "Lass, dinnae worry!" Moira made soothing noises at her. "I worry about ye because I want ta worry, not because ye're makin' me worry. I jus' wanted ta make sure ye're happy, tha' ye're gettin' the education tha' ye deserve an' tha' ye're getting help an' trainin' wit' those powers of yer's."

Rahne: "...Well, we're between terms right now for classes, but I've not turned wolf without meaning to do it again...."

Moira: "Well, tha's good." She smiled, tucking her legs under her. "Are ye gettin' comfortable wit' yer powers, lass?"

Rahne: "I'll go about the school as a wolf sometimes," Rahne confessed just a touch sheepishly, "and play with the little ones -- but I do wish there were some way without, well...." She blushed.

Moira: "Without...?" Moira looked slightly confused.

Rahne: "Er... well... a wolf canna really wear *clothes*, ye ken...."

Moira: "Oh! Oh, I see what ye mean." She leaned back. "Hmm. Have ye mentioned this ta th' professors?"

Rahne: "I... I donnae remember, really." Rahne looked down and twisted her hands on top of the box. "I do recall somebody -- I think 'twas Jamie -- told me I ought to ask Dr. McCoy, but that was while he was away and then he had so much else to do between classes and all else, and I didna like to trouble him."

Moira: "Rahne," Moira's voice was soft but firm. "They're here ta help -ye-. I think it's in th' student's guidebook..."Ye will bother th' professor's if it's important". An', trust me, gettin' ye more comfortable wit' yer powers is important. Ye've got an amazin' power, an', from what I've seen, yer wolf form is very impressive."

Rahne: "Well, what could they do though?" Rahne protested. "Make clothes that turn to a, a dog-collar?" She snorts faintly and involuntarily, thinking Storm might get angry over that anyway. "Besides, mine's no trouble to me *really*, and there're those with much more impressive or harder ones...."

Moira: A nose wrinkle was Moira's response. "Let me ask ye this, Rahne...is bein' a blonde or a brunette any better than th' other?"

Rahne: "...No?"

Moira: "Aye, no. One power is not better than th' other." A brief flash of pain crosses her face and then it's gone. "Trust me, while some are less destructive than another, one is not better. Even similar powers are unique ta their user because it's th' person who defines their power. Charles an'...Miss Frost are bot' telepaths yet their powers are unique unto themselves. Jus' because ye cannot blow up a wall or dance around in someone's head doesn't make yer powers less...it makes them ye."

Rahne: "I donnae think I'd like to do either." Rahne shivers a bit; she *does* know about the visor, and she's heard a vague version of the story and hasn't missed Alex rubbing his hands and looking fretful. "But I'm not turning to a wolf by mistake, or getting stuck that way, and it doesna hurt, so I do think 'tis more important they work out what to do about... some o' the others."

Moira: "It's important tha' they see ta everyone, though." She pauses to take a sip of her tea and her eyes light up. "It's...somethin' I'll have ta talk to Charles about, a wee idea I've been havin' about down th' road. In the meantime..." Moira smiles widely at Rahne. "How would ye like ta come ta Muir Island for a few days, lass? I'm attemptin' ta take a few folks over there, Rory an' I need all th' help we can get over there makin' sure everythin's locked down so th' government doesn't get their paws on it. Besides, a few days back in Scotland...better food...better climate...how can ye stand this heat?"

Rahne: Rahne's eyes brighten at the idea of going back to Scotland for a bit; at the last, however, she bursts into giggles and then tries to smother them, shaking her head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry -- about that -- aye, I would like to help if I can...." She trails off.

Moira: Moira grins. "Okay, so maybe -I- enjoy th' food...an' I'd like for ye ta visit. I need ta get a few things, wit' all th' problems at Muir it's best if I do whatever legal things I can over here. Besides, Rory's probably gettin' a wee bit antsy bein' wit' jus' some o' th' young one's. I figure droppin' a few older students on 'im an' one or two teachers would give 'im a pleasant change." She winked, grinning.

Rahne: Rahne blushes. "It wasna the food I meant -- there's one of the b-- students here who used to complain 'twas too cold, and ye reminded me."

Moira: "Cold my left foot," Moira muttered. "I nearly died when I stepped off th' plane...give me Scottish temperature any day o' th' week. So...was tha' a yes ta comin' over?"

Rahne: "I'd *love* to visit and help -- and --" She hesitates, but Moira *did* tell her to ask about things.... "Muir's that close to home... do ye think if I work hard the rest of the time -- and I will -- I could maybe stop and visit just a while one day?"

Moira: "Ye didn't even have ta ask...well, I suppose ye did, seein' as ye can't really -walk- there but...lass, ye can visit home if ye want ta. Another reason for askin', I know what it's like ta be homesick."

Rahne: "I do like the friends I've made here. But 'twould be nice...."

Moira: "Home is home, no matter where ye go after tha'. I was married at one point an' I still ended up back home. I need ta talk to Charles 'bout this, an'...tha' Mister Summers, I think, alon' wit' a few teachers. No matter -what- though, I can always call th' Reverend an' get permission for ye ta come wit' me." She stretches. "An' I...*yawn*...hate ta cut this off, but I'm still gettin' used ta th' time change an' I need a few more hours o'sleep 'fore I'm fuctional. I'm supposed ta meet Mr. Wisdom at some point, but we should catch dinner sometime soon."

Rahne: "Och, I'm sorry, I didna mean to keep ye awake." Rahne scoots off the stool and shoves it back under the bench, replacing the box on it. "Good night, then." She hesitates. "If ye want me to, I can fix ye breakfast in the morning...."

Moira: "Actually, if ye hadn't come in here, I'd still be starin' at me computer screen...which hasn't really changed in 'bout an hour or so." Moira tilts her head. "Ooo, breakfast but only if ye really want ta, though..."

Rahne: "I'd like to," Rahne assures her. "And -- and thank ye very much."

Moira: "Well, then I'll see ye for breakfast." Moira smiles and reaches out to give Rahne another hug. "Nay, thank ye, I enjoyed the talk, lass an' I'm glad ye're happy here."

Rahne: Rahne hugs back just a bit gingerly and smiles as she pulls away. "I've made some good friends, even if it *is* strange."

Moira: "Oh, trust me, strange is...well, it's normal." She chuckles and playfully musses up Rahne's hair, which seems to be an old reflex long forgotten. "I'll see ye in the mornin', Rahne. Night."

Rahne: "Good night, Lady Moira." Rahne slips back out of the lab to find her way back upstairs.