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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:08 pm
Timid"Specialize...M-maybe." He turns the other way, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "I do want to help out more here. Treat the wounded, heal the sick, t-that sort of thing." He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about things such as surgeons and doctors. It was a very high goal, and he felt a little silly talking about such aspirations. Besides, who knew if he would be alive by that point? Who knew if any of them would be...
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:09 pm
Observation
There is something very satisfying about Jack not being able to cook. She is unsure what. It's nice to know he is under her jurisdiction in one category.
"I'll let you pick then," she says, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. "Figure out what I like." She had to do it for him. It seems only fair.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:11 pm
Timid
Chel nods. "That's very nice. I think it suits you." She coughs, clearly her chest of a blockade. "Think I need to sleep now. Thanks for doin' that for me."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:13 pm
Observation
"Is that a challenge, Chelsea Craft?" His brows raised. "Because I accept--challenge accepted." Cheers to you, Abbi.
"Do I get any hints? At least tell me if you're allergic to anything; I don't want to be the guy whose cooking is so bad it kills."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:16 pm
Observation
After everything that had happened, she still thought it was cute when Jack got invested in things, down to the wrinkle in his nose as his eyebrows curled in determination.
"None I-" Her mouth continues moving but no sound comes out.
The room has gone mute and the life tech sitting at the desk looks at Jack. "Are you sincerely setting up a date in the middle of a ******** clinical study?" He grouses and says, "Keep microphone transmissions professional, christ."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:26 pm
Observation
He turns his head to the tech with a look that says rude. "Treating a patient like an animal doesn't do you or the observation any favors," Jack replied like the guy was slow. "This is a scientific study, not a prison. I'm checking her psyche, seeing if anything triggers another episode. Her guard was down when it happened last time." He briskly motions for the guy to turn the sound back on.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:28 pm
Observation
"Don't waste our time," is all the tech says in response. Under his breath he mutters, "******** p***k."
Regardless, the button is flicked back on.
Chel had clued in to the fact that they couldn't hear her and had gone back to waiting patiently.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:33 pm
Observation
He pretends they haven't been interrupted and sits forward again. "None, you said? Good, maybe I won't screw this up too bad. Any hints?" Jack asks again. He doesn't mind the idea of experimenting, but he worked better with even a few conditions.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:37 pm
Observation
"I had to make somethin' without talkin' to you at all 'cause your damn phone broke or what the ******** ever. You're on your own."
Her mouth finally twitches to a grin. Not a smile, with its former glory, but at least a curved line. The muscles on her face feel tired when it fades.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:40 pm
Timid"T-thanks!" He smiled, then frowns as Chel coughs. "Of course, a-anytime!" He quickly backs off to let the girl sleep and rest up.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:46 pm
Observation
He's supposed to look disapproving for not being given a little mercy, but it's hard to keep the scowl up for long even just for show. "So sorry for that. I'll tell the ponies next time to leave my tech out of their pillage and burn schedule," he replied. "So they let you dye your hair again?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:51 pm
Observation
"No. Chris helped me." A hand goes up subconsciously to flatten her hair down. Some of it comes off in her hands- only a few strands, not big chunks. She isn't alarmed, not yet.
She retorted, "I see you still haven't dyed yours back."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 11:03 pm
Observation
Chel is elsewhere. However, Chel remains.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 11:06 pm
Observation
So she did talk to Chris, but it doesn't seem like their fight came up. Probably better that way. He pulls his coat collar up unconsciously to hide the bruise on his jaw, hoping the poor lighting aids him.
"Been busy," Jack hedges with a tiny shrug. "I'll do it later. You might have to--"
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 7:08 pm
Observation Pt. 2
He guzzled the water bottle on his way over like it was alcohol, which was what he was considering again once his visit was up, because knowing his luck it would be another ******** drama-filled moment, and maybe he shouldn't go at all but damn it he still had Chel's blood on his hands even though he had washed himself thoroughly after the incident, vented to Finn through texts, and gone to sleep too tired to dream. He didn't need to, though: the nightmare of vengeful eyes and body snatching was vivid in his head while awake. He felt a prickling in his skin he hadn't had since mid-Sahara mission.
It happened just yesterday, but he still felt himself tensing as he led Chris to the observatory. "Then she seized," Jack was telling him as he opened the door, his expression carefully neutral, "as good as any indicator that the creature was out. I helped patch her up afterwards, so she should still be stable. She kept mentioning your name before she went unconscious, though."
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