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Finishing up for the night. [Sep. 29th, 2007|11:20 pm]


[mood |crankycranky]

::runs finger along console screen, absorbing readings one final time...really::

::Chell will be happy to know that he doesn't have a leaky gut...or any of the other dozen alleged ailments he was worrying himself sick over::

::he can fret until morning, though::

::clicks screen off, turning to address general vicinity of the office::

Doctor, I'm gone for the night.


::takes a few steps, poking head through door::

Did you hear me you useless bag of photons?

From: emh_marki
2007-09-30 03:52 am (UTC)
Doctor Paris, I hardly think it matters whether I heard you or not-your absence ah, the peace would have been noted eventually-and likely sooner rather than later. Barring a sudden transport away and complete failure of the alert system, I see no other reason you might leave unless it were to go home.

::lifts gaze from own console, examining nearby chronometer, then colleague::

Yes, please do leave. By this time of night, both your temper and countance begin showing wear. I, on the other hand, remain spry and amiable whatever the hour or need-
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[User Picture]From: linnis_paris
2007-09-30 03:56 am (UTC)
::glares...transport away and home are button pushing words still::

::inhales for restraint::

Magnus Hansen was beginning to stir earlier. I don't expect him to come to full consciousness before morning, but you might want to keep an eye open.

::withdraws head, then peers back in::

Whatever his mental state, for goodness sake, don't make it worse.
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From: emh_marki
2007-09-30 03:58 am (UTC)
::feels for emitter by rote::

::pats it protectively, returning her look with an icy frown of own::

Hmmph.. Goodnight, Doctor.
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[User Picture]From: linnis_paris
2007-09-30 04:10 am (UTC)
::narrows eyes at that gesture...he can have his emitter::

::tugs sleeves, straightening and resuming exit::

Goodnight, Doctor.

::waits for sickbay doors to shut behind, quickly pulling tricorder out of pocket and checking readings...stable, but still, you never know with deassimilation...::

::half turns to go back in::
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[User Picture]From: _naomiwildman_
2007-10-30 02:31 am (UTC)
::rounds corner, scoping the situation out with relative easy...she's too predicatable::

::clears throat::

You should give him a break. He might not require sleep, but there's more than one way to drain a person's energy. Besides...don't you have a husband waiting for you?
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[User Picture]From: linnis_paris
2007-10-30 02:40 am (UTC)

::clears sensor reach, turning::

I was going after I checked on...one...final...matter.

::offers own look of speculation:

Is something wrong?
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[User Picture]From: _naomiwildman_
2007-10-30 02:44 am (UTC)
::shudders inwardly...honestly, there's something wrong about that look of positively feral bliss she gets when the possibility of hypo time comes up...::

Um...no, no. Just taking a stroll.

I'll walk back with you if you like. We could...catch up, I guess.

That was so much easier when she was a kid and I was a kid and we were roughly the same size and age.
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[User Picture]From: linnis_paris
2007-10-30 02:46 am (UTC)
::lifts brows a little, attempting to interpret the not so carefully disguised reaction...and thin excuse::

You don't like sickbay, so where else were you planning to stroll, to the escape pods?
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[User Picture]From: _naomiwildman_
2007-10-30 02:48 am (UTC)
Oh, honestly, could you just let something go for once?

::stiffens defensively as the half-Ocampan folds her arms, look of interest deepening::

Believe me, it bears consideration sometimes.
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[User Picture]From: linnis_paris
2007-10-30 02:58 am (UTC)
::widens eyes::

You've actually considered running away? I thought you left that up to your fiance.

::bites lip...okay, the parenting advice sank in...mostly...but the diplomacy bit still isn't always gelling::

Don't repeat that. And I'll cook breakfast as a penance...what does he even like?
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[User Picture]From: _naomiwildman_
2007-10-30 03:00 am (UTC)
You people. It's no wonder he's such a mess.

::sighs, tapping foot::

I'm not sure. I think it depends on his mood. He's not picky, he's plain damned difficult.

...and I don't run away. It was a joke.
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[User Picture]From: linnis_paris
2007-10-30 03:02 am (UTC)
::glances around, just in case...that would mean a month full of breakfasts::

::bites tongue anyhow::

All right. So you weren't heading for the escape pods. Were you...please overlook my disbelief...coming to sickbay?
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[User Picture]From: _naomiwildman_
2007-10-30 03:06 am (UTC)
::folds own arms, countering companion's stare::

If I was, I don't see why it should matter to you. You're off duty. The Doctor is there. I can speak to him. He's reprogrammable too.
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[User Picture]From: linnis_paris
2007-10-30 03:14 am (UTC)
Good points.

::drops tones to a more persuasive, intimate tone::

But really, Harry's a log by now and do you really want to go through the EMH when you could have a living, breathing, caring friend assist?

...unless you've caught Chell's hypochondria. Then the Doctor can have you.
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[User Picture]From: _naomiwildman_
2007-10-30 03:17 am (UTC)
::weighs the odds...no, she's definitely not in a letting things go mood tonight::



I was just coming for an analgesic, something to help me sleep maybe. I'm not dying, I promise.

...you care?

::glares...of all the unfair tactics::
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