xp_logs | Medlab down time

When the crisis subsides, the staff takes a moment to relax and recuperate.

"The food's in." Sharon announced as she came in, hefting three plastic bags. Setting it on the table, she started unpack the bread, spicy smelling meat and the various sauces. "We've got garlic sauce, some kind of red stuff, tahini and hummus. Oh, and a container of salad..."

Jean lifted her head up from her desk at Sharon's voice and the smell of food. She was only half aware that she had dozed off for a minute or two and had a pencil stuck to the side of her face. The pencil quickly fell off onto the floor with a clatter and she rubbed her eyes as the pencil floated back into her hand.

"Yay. You're a life saver, in more ways than one," she mused with a wry grin.

Laurie in turn had been doing her own impression of a pretzel, curled up almost impossibly small for her relative size and using the edge of Jean's chair to rest her toes on so she could in turn rest her arms on her knees and her head on those.

"Food?" she murmured, blinking sleepily at Sharon.

"Oh, thank goodness," Clarice leaned back in her chair, pulling her hair out of her face and tying it back with an elastic. "If I had to go upstairs for food, I'd've happily starved here," the idea of going upstairs and cooking was just too horrible to contemplate. "Please tell me there's naan and cheese."

"Oh, we over-ordered." Cecilia appeared in the door behind Sharon, another two bags in hand. "I may be running you all into the ground, but you can never accuse me of not feeding you to death." She dropped the bags on the table and offered the room a weary smile. "Here." She reached into one and pulled out a bottle of whiskey that she set on the table. "A bonus."

"Oh fuck yes," Clarice immediately got up and opened the bottle, taking a healthy swig to feel the burn before passing it to Jean and rummaging through the bags to help dole things out. "Now, that's good medicine. Thank you for not killing us. And for food."

For a moment, Jean considered floating the bottle out of Clarice's hand due to a combination of laziness and exhaustion but decided to be a normal girl and grabbed it with her own hand. She took a couple of drinks, coughing a little, then passed it to Laurie.

"Yes, much thanks. Now if we can just get everyone in the mansion to not hurt themselves for at least a couple of weeks," Jean added with a smile, grabbing one of the chicken shawarmas.

"You know what happens when you say that, Jean." Sharon mock-complained as she took her own shawarma, liberally drizzling it with the creamy garlic sauce. "The full moon is in a week or two and you know what that means..."

“Did anyone get the final number on that bet we made?” Laurie pulled the shawarma she’d been given toward her and cradled it her hands like a gift from God. “Make sure I don’t drown in this if I fall asleep.”

"Which bet?" Cecilia raised an eyebrow as the bottle made its way to her. She grabbed a cup off a nearby table and poured, looking at Laurie as she did. "Did I participate in any bet?"

"I can't remember, I'm too tired." Laurie admitted, slowly pealing back the foil from her shawarma and taking a bite. She chewed for a moment contemplatively before swallowing. "Maybe it was something about people sneaking down here?"

"Yeah, it were the sneaky people. But I lost count." Sharon said after a moment of thought, having appropriated the bottle of whiskey. "Oh, this is a good one. Need to remember it." She added after taking her own drink. "Very smooth."

"Six," Jean said idly, staring off into space as she thoughtfully took a bite.

"Six people tried to sneak down. Or at least, the ones I could sense." She tilted her head, not realizing she sounded a bit punchy.

"I wonder if we could install force fields over the doors...The inventor people can do that right..." She knew medicine had some science too so sometimes there needed to be a distinction. She herself was a scientist, after all.

"I could just weaponize my body." Cecilia was aware a second later of how problematic that sounded, but she decided to let it go. "But I think that might go against the idea of first do no harm."

"I could make a portal that sent them to the yard or something like that, put it over the door, but portals don't discriminate between sneaky sneaks and medical emergencies," she was happily munching on naan and cheese her shawarma wrapped up in foil in front of her.

"Just ask Clint and Reed to look into it, I'm sure they'll have blown up something by midday at least." Laurie replied with a smile. While she could see the value in everything the Scientists in the mansion did, she'd always found that she preferred the physicality of medicine. It was why she'd gotten into Emergency medicine to start with. "Although I suppose Darcy wouldn't thank us."

"Who knows? She'd might be glad we take the boys out of her hair. We'd be making more work for us though." Sharon paused to let that sink in for a moment. "I don't know about you, but all I want is a hot shower and my bed."

"Oh yeah," Cecilia agreed. She downed the rest of her drink. "Not that I don't love spending time with you all, really, but I think we've seen enough of each other this week."