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entrancelogs2018-09-01 02:20 am
hypoxic) wrote in entrancelogs2018-09-01 02:20 am
closed || In between the daylight hours
Who: Doctor Fitz and Doctor Fraser, with Doctor Moore sprinkled in later.
Where: first-floor clinic
When: September 01
Rating: Probably a light R for violence
Summary: Fitz has been faking an injury to cover up for his lack of knowledge as he settles into his other persona's life. He hadn't counted on being forced into a checkup.
The Story:
[Thus far, it's been easy to hide in plain sight among his enemies. He shares a face with someone else that they trust and respect, after all. It was a seamless integration, with just the slightest methodological hiccup. Eventually, concerned friends and hangers-on would challenge his stories and follow up on them.
He's arrived at the clinic under protest. He can no longer put off Simmons' incessant braying about his health and the possibilities that his medications might need to be changed. He'd decided to flat-out lie to her about his treatment schedule until she'd checked with Claire herself. Appointments were made largely without his consent.
He settles into a seat most likely designed for concerned hangers-on rather than any of the patient accommodations. Claire will find him sitting stiff and upright, fastidiously adjusting the buttons on his sleeve. This selection of unflattering cardigans and buttonup shirts would barely pass for a casual friday at a third-rate office. He aches for the day when he'll be able to dress himself properly.]
Good day, Doctor. I do apologize for the waste of your time. My partner is unnecessarily committed to chasing windmills and seeking impossible answers. I'm certain that further testing won't change my usual diagnosis.
Where: first-floor clinic
When: September 01
Rating: Probably a light R for violence
Summary: Fitz has been faking an injury to cover up for his lack of knowledge as he settles into his other persona's life. He hadn't counted on being forced into a checkup.
The Story:
[Thus far, it's been easy to hide in plain sight among his enemies. He shares a face with someone else that they trust and respect, after all. It was a seamless integration, with just the slightest methodological hiccup. Eventually, concerned friends and hangers-on would challenge his stories and follow up on them.
He's arrived at the clinic under protest. He can no longer put off Simmons' incessant braying about his health and the possibilities that his medications might need to be changed. He'd decided to flat-out lie to her about his treatment schedule until she'd checked with Claire herself. Appointments were made largely without his consent.
He settles into a seat most likely designed for concerned hangers-on rather than any of the patient accommodations. Claire will find him sitting stiff and upright, fastidiously adjusting the buttons on his sleeve. This selection of unflattering cardigans and buttonup shirts would barely pass for a casual friday at a third-rate office. He aches for the day when he'll be able to dress himself properly.]
Good day, Doctor. I do apologize for the waste of your time. My partner is unnecessarily committed to chasing windmills and seeking impossible answers. I'm certain that further testing won't change my usual diagnosis.
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The mirror? What would that have to do with anything?
[ Mirrors were in the realm of something she didn't ever want to think about, so she very well tried to ignore anything to do with them, aside from the usual advice of keeping them covered. Was this really something they could do? It's making her feel more helpless. ]
Where's the person she was seein'?
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[ Liv looks up at Jessica. ]
What if one of them crossed over and...killed her?
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Jessica grits her teeth, squelching the urge. ]
If that's the case, I need to go find 'em and snap their fuckin' neck, see how they like it. [ Her hands twitch harder. She's feeling absolutely murderous right now. ] Bet I could find 'em eventually. Can't've gotten that far.
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It didn't have to be a mirror. That could be totally wrong, I don't know. But even if it was, we can't cross over to that side. It's impossible.
[ Now, Liv sinks down, sitting against the wall and swallowing heavily over and over again to keep from crying. ]
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Lip trembling, she goes over and settles down next to her, wrapping an arm around her. There's a sniffle as she softly starts crying again. ]
I-It's gonna be okay. Like you said, she'll be back.
[ It's a feeble attempt at comfort, mostly said to convince herself of it. ]
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What do we do? Do we...do we sit here with her until she wakes up? Should we...leave? I don't want her to wake up alone.
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Fuck, I... [ She thumps her head back against the wall. ] If I'd've gotten here sooner, maybe I could've done something.
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[ Liv brushes her own tears away, knowing they can't do this, so she shakes her head. ]
It's not our fault. Whoever killed her, that's on them.
[ She pauses, swallowing hard. ]
I could try to figure it out, I could...
[ No. No, she can't. She can't saw into Claire's skull and eat her brain. ]
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It's not difficult to sense Liv doesn't want to do it, though, and she can understand why. She glances over at Claire. ]
I'm...I'm gonna go to talk to whoever it was she was seein'. Maybe he knows somethin' that can help.
[ Jessica pushes herself up to her feet. She can already feel the tiredness sinking into her bones at being up at this godawful time. Whatever. It was probably a good thing she stayed up past her usual bedtime for once. ]
I'll be back. [ She smiles, just barely. ] I'll be gentle, promise.
[ And before she Liv might try to protest, she walks out. ]