Amanda, Moira - Sunday evening.
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xp_logsAmanda and Moira, last Sunday evening. There is plotting about how to distract Nathan, and discussion of Moira's torrid past.
Moira frowned down at the notes sprawled on the desk in front of her. She was supposed to be resting but had felt uneasy all day--side effect of being linked to someone who was confined to
a bed. So work had been her quick and easy answer to the blues. Or, well, something like that. It sounded good anyway.
There was a tap on the door, and Amanda's head appeared, shortly followed by the rest of her. She had a mug in her hands, the steam wafting off it aromatic with herbs. "Hey," she said with a small smile. "Time for yer tonic. I put some calming stuff in it, nothin' much. Just a bit of camomile an' honey - you've been twitchy all day."
Glancing up, she smiled a bit wryly. "Have I been tha' noticable?" she asked, running her hands through her hair. "The link's been all abuzz--Nathan's irritable, nay tha' I can blame him really. And yer a life saver, truely."
"I figured it was the link - used t' that sort of thing meself, so I'm more likely t' pick it up." Amanda set the mug down in front of Moira and perched on the edge of her desk, not hovering at all, no. She looked tired, but then again, they all did. "I saw Nate's shrink was here earlier," she continued. "Think that helped?"
"Aye, it did. Thankfully." Reaching, Moira picked up the mug and held it in her hands, letting it warm her up for a second. "I think he jus' needed someone else ta talk ta, ye know? Outside o' us. Think Nathan sometimes thinks we pander ta him." She looked a little amused. "Us, pander?"
Amanda rolled her eyes a little. "Well, fair enough, I'm just a kid, but you'd think he'd know you well enough by now t' know you wouldn't do that." The relief was plain to see on her face though - Nathan had been scaring her with his flatness.
She snickered a little. "This is Nathan, though, he beats himself up more than he really should. He doesnae want us ta worry." Moira paused. "More." Something tugged at her memory and she smiled. "Jack had an idea, though, about cheerin' our bed confined loved one up."
"I wouldn't worry so much if he didn't beat himself up all the time," Amanda grumbled. "What's it called? Catch-22?" She tilted her head at Moira's last remark. "What sort of idea? 'Cause cheerin' up Nate, I'm all for it."
"Catch-22, aye." Reaching down, she pulled out a thick photo album. The same one that her cousin had sent to her... what, roughly a year ago? God, how time flew. "Considerin' Nathan's
current position, Jack suggested we all put pictures on th' ceilin' above 'im. Cheerful or thoughtful ones--whatever we want."
Amanda grinned suddenly, the expression lightening her whole face and posture. "That's a bloody brilliant idea," she said. "I mean, I saw McCoy had put a couple up, but yeah, coverin' up that white ceilin' would do him a lot of good." She bounced a little at the thought of actually being able to help Nathan. "If we get enough stuff from everyone in the place, we could cover the whole bloody ceilin'.
Moira's eyes lit up at that, easing some of the pain and tiredness that had been lingering there all week. "Love tha' idea," she said, laughing a little. "It would do him a world o' good.
Nathan's such a visual person." Not surprising, given his mutant abilities. "How ta do it an' it still be a surprise, though..."
"Well..." Amanda hesitated, then plunged in. "You know he's awfully susceptible t' me sleep spell, right? I could just make sure he doesn't wake up for a few hours while we do it - we could get McCoy t' help, since he's so good with the ladder an' all. An' I could use the TK spell a bit."
Her lips twitched. Just a bit. "My darlin' fiancee would sleep much better," she said innocently. "At least for those few hours because he sometimes has been havin' a hell o' a time wit' it. So there would be a medical excuse for it, as well."
Amanda's innocent look mirrored Moira's. "All those nightmares," she agreed. "He needs a decent night's sleep for a change." The pretence faltered under the mischievous grin, the girl looking much more herself for the first time since Pete left. "So you put out the word for people t' donate pictures, an' we get all this set up in time for him t' wake up to on Tuesday mornin', like? The sooner the better, really."
"I'll send out th' e-mail," was the cheerful response and she flipped open the album in front of her. "So many choices...an' most o' them embarrassin'. Some o' them are right down hysterical--laughter is good. Even--especially when one is confined ta a bed for tha' lon'."
"As long as he doesn't crack another rib," Amanda said with a snort, leaning forward to look over Moira's shoulder. "I still can't believe the stuff you used t' wear back then."
Moira snickered at that and then flipped the page again. "It was th' high point o' fashion in those days!" she protested, flipping the pages again. One caught her eye and she nearly
snorted--waiting to see what Amanda's reaction would be if she recognized a younger Sean nearly wrapped around a younger Moira.
"Another old boyfriend?" Amanda teased, bending over the picture to look at it more closely. And again. "Wait, that's not... bloody hell, it is too!" She looked up at Moira, expression disbelieving and a little impressed - Moira had indeed had a way with men. Still did, really. "Terry's Dad? You cunning baggage... does Nate know?"
"Aye, he knows--was quite horrified at th' time for a few reasons." She looked incredibly amused and slightly worried at the same time. The two could clash easily and she was just waiting
for the day that it came around. "Terry, on th' other hand, doesnae know. I think, unless Sean's told her, which I doubt."
"Well, considerin' all of their talks are done at high-volume, I'd think we'd know if he had," Amanda said with a wry twist of her mouth. She didn't know Sean that well, but thought he was a bit of a git, especially after the last screaming match. "So, 'm guessin' that one's not goin' up? Which one are you gunna pick?"
Moira spotted the one easily and grinned, tapping it. It was the one where Nathan had been forced--by herself, of course--to wear a silly looking Santa hat and Moira was next to him in hysterics. The look on his face could have been considered priceless. "How 'bout this?"
"Perfect," Amanda said, with an actual giggle. Being able to do something useful, that was something fun as well... it helped so much. "I'll have t' think what t' do for meself... you still have those pictures from Muir?"
Nodding, she reached in and pulled out another photo album. "Aye, yer in the new one I started," she said, flipping the pages open to let Amanda look through them herself. "Ye photograph well."
Amanda wrinkled her nose at that comment, but had to admit Moira had some good shots. "That one," she said, pointing at a photo of her and Nate playing chess in the library. He was obviously beating her again, to judge from the pout of concentration on her face. And, she had to admit, it was rather cute. "Mind if I use that?"
"O' course ye can! Nathan'll love tha' picture. An' maybe once he's a wee bit better, ye can actually place chess wit' him while he recovers. It'll probably help him a lot."
"Well, I need al the practice I can get," Amanda replied wryly. "An' if beatin' me helps him not think about things, well that's a sacrifice I'm willin' t' make," she continued with a mock-matryish tone.
Moira frowned down at the notes sprawled on the desk in front of her. She was supposed to be resting but had felt uneasy all day--side effect of being linked to someone who was confined to
a bed. So work had been her quick and easy answer to the blues. Or, well, something like that. It sounded good anyway.
There was a tap on the door, and Amanda's head appeared, shortly followed by the rest of her. She had a mug in her hands, the steam wafting off it aromatic with herbs. "Hey," she said with a small smile. "Time for yer tonic. I put some calming stuff in it, nothin' much. Just a bit of camomile an' honey - you've been twitchy all day."
Glancing up, she smiled a bit wryly. "Have I been tha' noticable?" she asked, running her hands through her hair. "The link's been all abuzz--Nathan's irritable, nay tha' I can blame him really. And yer a life saver, truely."
"I figured it was the link - used t' that sort of thing meself, so I'm more likely t' pick it up." Amanda set the mug down in front of Moira and perched on the edge of her desk, not hovering at all, no. She looked tired, but then again, they all did. "I saw Nate's shrink was here earlier," she continued. "Think that helped?"
"Aye, it did. Thankfully." Reaching, Moira picked up the mug and held it in her hands, letting it warm her up for a second. "I think he jus' needed someone else ta talk ta, ye know? Outside o' us. Think Nathan sometimes thinks we pander ta him." She looked a little amused. "Us, pander?"
Amanda rolled her eyes a little. "Well, fair enough, I'm just a kid, but you'd think he'd know you well enough by now t' know you wouldn't do that." The relief was plain to see on her face though - Nathan had been scaring her with his flatness.
She snickered a little. "This is Nathan, though, he beats himself up more than he really should. He doesnae want us ta worry." Moira paused. "More." Something tugged at her memory and she smiled. "Jack had an idea, though, about cheerin' our bed confined loved one up."
"I wouldn't worry so much if he didn't beat himself up all the time," Amanda grumbled. "What's it called? Catch-22?" She tilted her head at Moira's last remark. "What sort of idea? 'Cause cheerin' up Nate, I'm all for it."
"Catch-22, aye." Reaching down, she pulled out a thick photo album. The same one that her cousin had sent to her... what, roughly a year ago? God, how time flew. "Considerin' Nathan's
current position, Jack suggested we all put pictures on th' ceilin' above 'im. Cheerful or thoughtful ones--whatever we want."
Amanda grinned suddenly, the expression lightening her whole face and posture. "That's a bloody brilliant idea," she said. "I mean, I saw McCoy had put a couple up, but yeah, coverin' up that white ceilin' would do him a lot of good." She bounced a little at the thought of actually being able to help Nathan. "If we get enough stuff from everyone in the place, we could cover the whole bloody ceilin'.
Moira's eyes lit up at that, easing some of the pain and tiredness that had been lingering there all week. "Love tha' idea," she said, laughing a little. "It would do him a world o' good.
Nathan's such a visual person." Not surprising, given his mutant abilities. "How ta do it an' it still be a surprise, though..."
"Well..." Amanda hesitated, then plunged in. "You know he's awfully susceptible t' me sleep spell, right? I could just make sure he doesn't wake up for a few hours while we do it - we could get McCoy t' help, since he's so good with the ladder an' all. An' I could use the TK spell a bit."
Her lips twitched. Just a bit. "My darlin' fiancee would sleep much better," she said innocently. "At least for those few hours because he sometimes has been havin' a hell o' a time wit' it. So there would be a medical excuse for it, as well."
Amanda's innocent look mirrored Moira's. "All those nightmares," she agreed. "He needs a decent night's sleep for a change." The pretence faltered under the mischievous grin, the girl looking much more herself for the first time since Pete left. "So you put out the word for people t' donate pictures, an' we get all this set up in time for him t' wake up to on Tuesday mornin', like? The sooner the better, really."
"I'll send out th' e-mail," was the cheerful response and she flipped open the album in front of her. "So many choices...an' most o' them embarrassin'. Some o' them are right down hysterical--laughter is good. Even--especially when one is confined ta a bed for tha' lon'."
"As long as he doesn't crack another rib," Amanda said with a snort, leaning forward to look over Moira's shoulder. "I still can't believe the stuff you used t' wear back then."
Moira snickered at that and then flipped the page again. "It was th' high point o' fashion in those days!" she protested, flipping the pages again. One caught her eye and she nearly
snorted--waiting to see what Amanda's reaction would be if she recognized a younger Sean nearly wrapped around a younger Moira.
"Another old boyfriend?" Amanda teased, bending over the picture to look at it more closely. And again. "Wait, that's not... bloody hell, it is too!" She looked up at Moira, expression disbelieving and a little impressed - Moira had indeed had a way with men. Still did, really. "Terry's Dad? You cunning baggage... does Nate know?"
"Aye, he knows--was quite horrified at th' time for a few reasons." She looked incredibly amused and slightly worried at the same time. The two could clash easily and she was just waiting
for the day that it came around. "Terry, on th' other hand, doesnae know. I think, unless Sean's told her, which I doubt."
"Well, considerin' all of their talks are done at high-volume, I'd think we'd know if he had," Amanda said with a wry twist of her mouth. She didn't know Sean that well, but thought he was a bit of a git, especially after the last screaming match. "So, 'm guessin' that one's not goin' up? Which one are you gunna pick?"
Moira spotted the one easily and grinned, tapping it. It was the one where Nathan had been forced--by herself, of course--to wear a silly looking Santa hat and Moira was next to him in hysterics. The look on his face could have been considered priceless. "How 'bout this?"
"Perfect," Amanda said, with an actual giggle. Being able to do something useful, that was something fun as well... it helped so much. "I'll have t' think what t' do for meself... you still have those pictures from Muir?"
Nodding, she reached in and pulled out another photo album. "Aye, yer in the new one I started," she said, flipping the pages open to let Amanda look through them herself. "Ye photograph well."
Amanda wrinkled her nose at that comment, but had to admit Moira had some good shots. "That one," she said, pointing at a photo of her and Nate playing chess in the library. He was obviously beating her again, to judge from the pout of concentration on her face. And, she had to admit, it was rather cute. "Mind if I use that?"
"O' course ye can! Nathan'll love tha' picture. An' maybe once he's a wee bit better, ye can actually place chess wit' him while he recovers. It'll probably help him a lot."
"Well, I need al the practice I can get," Amanda replied wryly. "An' if beatin' me helps him not think about things, well that's a sacrifice I'm willin' t' make," she continued with a mock-matryish tone.
