xp_logs | LOG: Moira and Clarice

Clarice & Moira discuss her recent powers discovery and Moira finds Clarice's shoes.

The medlab floor was cold, which was annoying Clarice immensely. "Has anyone here seen my shoes?" she called, knowing someone was on duty. She was supposed to be running checks and inputting some data for Doclady, but her feet were cold.

Moira blinked as she straightened from the microscope. Shoes? Oh, yes. "Aye, ye left them in 'ere," she called out through the open door, rubbing the small of her back. They were rather easy to spot, actually, nearly glowing on the pure white floor.

Clarice made a bee-line for a back room where Dr. MacTaggert was, skidding to a halt in her socks. Glitter socks of course."Boots!" she sat down to pull the knee-high boots on and zipped them up the back. They had intricate lacings on the front, but she wasn't about to attempt to really tie them. "Hey, Dr. M, what's up?"

Looking amused, she leaned against the counter. Just watching Clarice sometimes made her tired. "Nay much, jus' finishin' up some samples," she said. "Ye? I take it yer Thanksgivin' went...well?"

"No screaming aneurysms or anything," Clarice told her, "Shocking, really. They managed to defy my low expectations. And having Terry come probably helped too."

"Parents tend ta behave more in front o' their children's friends," Moira mused. "I also got yer e-mail...I take it somethin' went wron' when ye were takin' Kyle back 'ome? It seemed ta 'ave turned out okay?" Reaching over, she nudged around until she found Clarice's powers file.

This made Clarice consider, "Not a problem, really. More like...well...I made it to Montana with a pit stop in Detroit. So it was my farthest 'port. Wasn't any more
tiring than it normally is taking another person either."

"Tha's interestin'. Where _in_ Detroit did ye two end up?"

Shrugging, Clarice looked in the microscope. Wriggly things dyed purple. Neat. "No idea. It just...felt like Detroit. And Kyle said it smelled all gross like Detroit
smells."

"Glad ye dinnae end up in a wall," Moira muttered, frowning at the paper in front of her. With no known limitations on Clarice's power, it was hard knowing what
was dangerous and what wasn't for the younger teleporter. "I think talkin' ta Kurt may 'elp. Then again, ye do 'ave longer range in one go than 'e does. But still, cannae 'urt. An' did Montana feel right?"

"I was aiming for Kyle's front yard. He showed me a picture, so I wasn't going in blind," adults were so afraid she was going to end up in a wall. She hadn't yet!
"Yeah. Montana felt like...Montana. It was weird because it wasn't weird."

"Pictures are good. I'm tryin' ta think o' ways we can test this in th' future."

Wandering away from the lab table, Clarice inspected some of the myriads of kooshballs around the medlab tossing one in the air. "I'm more confused about the knowing where I was, thing. And when I went back to pick Kyle up, I made it in one trip. I don't think his parents like me."

Moira glanced up at the last sentance. "Why do ye think tha'? An' tha's also wha' I'm tryin' ta figure out. Maybe ye 'ave an internal...map book o' sorts. Nay sure.
We'll be pushin' it in yer classes, though. Tha's verra useful."

"They acted like I had leprosy," Clarice grinned, not really upset, "Appearantly I make Kyle look normal. Of course, I dressed extra-special for them too."

"Oh dear." Really, though, she couldn't help but grin a little at that. "Wha' Clarice special did I miss this time?'"

"A little of this, a little of that. Glitter-plaid bondage pants and pirate hello kitty. I think it was sensory overload."

Coughing slightly, she shook her head. "Ye are somethin' else, ye know tha'? They were treatin' Kyle okay, though, aye?"

"I wouldn't've left if they weren't," somewhere in everything, Clarice had decided to look out for Kyle, at least a little bit. He was only 14, "but I was hoping they'd be so glad I wasn't his girlfriend that they'd bend over backwards to be nice."

"Clever lass." But some of what Clarice had said worried Moira and she tucked the knowledge away in her mind. "Powers...I will 'ave ta talk ta Kurt, I think. There are a few thin's we could try but I want ta be sure we 'ave someone spottin' for some o' it. We still need ta work on yer directional teleportation, as well, remember?"

"Up down, like a yo yo," Clarice nodded, heading over to Dr. Bartlet's computer. "I've got to get to work, and you have purple things to look at...unless you need me?"

"I'm fine for now but I may need 'elp later. Wit' Amanda still injured, we're down a 'and in th' MedLab. Nay goin' ta overwork either ye or Rahne but ye may be called for some extra work."

Nodding, she pulled out some files from a stack of papers, "I'm doing paperwork if you need me!"

Smiling, Moira turned back to her microscope and ignored how her stomach flipped and churned.