Some things you don't forget, I s'pose. Like balance on a bicycle, or sutures on a wound. ( not exactly the best metaphors, but he tries. in any case, he follows her out the door, taking the lead once they're headed towards the main entrance of the welcome hall.
there's definitely something changed about the atmosphere in asgard, now, and mccoy recognizes it on an instinctual level. people are still living their lives, but the almost bucolic sense of ease he'd had here previously has entirely dissipated. )
You must've been busy, since we got back.
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Of course. [Evy can appreciate the bicycle bit, if not the sutures. Once they're out of the welcome hall, she catches him up and slips an arm through his.]
I'm afraid so. The school's been an utter mess--we missed a nasty two weeks while we were away, and I'm afraid they took their toll. [A glance up at him.] How are things at the hospital?
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I think the kids are glad to have it around, though. Gives them some kind of stability. ( at least, lydia's a fan. claire too, and stiles occasionally? he needs to stop hanging out with teenagers. )
The hospital carries on. Nothing we can do about the dreams and voices in people's heads, and I guess I should be glad none of that became something physical. But if things are getting as bad as it all seems, that won't last long.
( he clears his throat, shakes his head. )
But I'll leave it to the dreams to be cryptic about all of that.
And opportunities--not all of them have schools at home. Even if they forget everything they're taught, at least they've had some education.
[She falls silent at the mention of dreams and voices and endings; that mass delusion, or dream, or vision, whatever one might call the warning they were given, has been the subject of her idle thoughts more often than not, lately.]
If anything must end, I hope it's cryptic nightmares. [But that's rather cryptic in its way, and she's tired of talking about nightmares.] I suppose you'll be enlisting as a medic, as per the gods' orders.
And more Egyptology than they'd have, otherwise. ( that's said with a bit of cheek, but everyone certainly mentions evy's class. he's sure it's popular for a reason.
he waves a hand at the last of it, shrugs. ) I'd be more useful there than on whatever the front line ends up being, anyway. Though between you and me, I'll do it because it's the right thing to do, and not because Odin decided to wake up and start handing out ultimatums.
( he huffs, at that, clearly irritated by the entire thing. )
You thought about it, at all? What you'll be doing?
I'll have you know it's useful knowledge to have. [Her tone mirrors his, just a little sassy, softened by her smile.]
I know you will. [It isn't something she considered until this moment, but when he says it, it's obvious.] And we'll be lucky to have you, if things really do take a turn for the worse.
[She shrugs at the question.] I'm afraid none of the options fit my abilities quite as neatly. I've only just begun to learn to shoot, I'm not much use past fetching and carrying for real medics, and I wouldn't be much more help patrolling the city than I would be on the front lines. I suppose I could welcome people to the city, but...[Not only does that sound draining to her, it also sounds deathly boring.]
I'd rather leave it to the children. It seems like the safest of the groups. [The possibility of the younger Travelers going into harm's way is one that disgusts her. Even the ones in their teens seem all too young for some of the dangers here, and it sounds as though things are only going to get worse.]
I suppose organizing things wouldn't be so bad. Someone's got to keep everyone else doing what they ought.
I'd rather have some of them where I can keep an eye on them, to be honest. ( but safe is good, too. he figures that some of the medic teams will stay within the city lines, at least. )
Of course. But if they end up on the front lines... [She shakes her head.] Granted, I shouldn't like anyone out there, but if someone must go, it ought to be someone of age.
[That second comment draws a self-deprecating smile from her.] And I must admit I rather like doing so.
It ought to be, but you know these kids are going to run out there anyway. And to hell with what anyone else tells them about it. ( he continues muttering, under his breath. even the draft had limits, but there are kids running around all over this place and there will be no keeping them out of it. it angers him, but he has nothing productive to do with that anger. )
I suppose I can understand the impulse, especially among the ones who've seen war in their own worlds. But it's an awful business, all the same.
Your confidence is appreciated. [She's pleased, quietly so.] One of the groups makes plans so that everyone knows where to go in an emergency. Perhaps I'll put my name down for that one.
[She snorts.] You may as well ask the wind not to blow, while you're at it.
[And while it's...not the best of segues, not by any means, she does find herself recalling a question she's been meaning to ask him anyway. Her voice grows gentler, after a pause which she hopes says not that I think your friend is stupid, but...] How is Jim faring? If you don't mind my inquiring.
Speaking of good people in dangerous places. [She doesn't know Jim Kirk well enough to insult him in friendliness, even if she wanted to--and when it's a matter of death, she'd rather not.]
I'm glad to hear he's been all right. [Inasmuch as either of them can say he has, anyway.] It's good that he has you here, even if he hasn't said much about it.
Yeah, well. It goes both ways. ( which is as much as he'll ever admit to, in that regard, but he certainly relies on jim as much as the reverse is true, if not more.
for now, he lets out a breath and shakes his head, shaking off some of the tension. )
At least that's one thing this place has gotten right. People are meant to be with each other, not alone.
[People are meant to be with each other. She agrees, certainly, but some base part of her still envies those Travelers who have comrades from home with them. Of course, saying as much would be rather small of her, especially considering what's just happened to the comrade they're discussing right now.]
This place wouldn't be bearable without good company. [A pause.] Perhaps that will end up working in our favour. If everyone really can be persuaded to band together, it seems as though we might really be able to save this place.
We can hope. ( he smiles somewhat crookedly, mocking his own desire to believe in that more than the idea itself. hope doesn't come easily to him, at least not outwardly. )
Possibly. ( but he chuckles as he says it. by this point they are at the door of the restaurant, so he steps forward to open said door and let her through before him. )
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You look lovely. And in any case, I'm sure they won't mind.
( he tilts his head towards the door. ) Shall we?
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[She gives him a teasing little smile and crosses over to the door again.]
Let's.
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there's definitely something changed about the atmosphere in asgard, now, and mccoy recognizes it on an instinctual level. people are still living their lives, but the almost bucolic sense of ease he'd had here previously has entirely dissipated. )
You must've been busy, since we got back.
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I'm afraid so. The school's been an utter mess--we missed a nasty two weeks while we were away, and I'm afraid they took their toll. [A glance up at him.] How are things at the hospital?
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The hospital carries on. Nothing we can do about the dreams and voices in people's heads, and I guess I should be glad none of that became something physical. But if things are getting as bad as it all seems, that won't last long.
( he clears his throat, shakes his head. )
But I'll leave it to the dreams to be cryptic about all of that.
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[She falls silent at the mention of dreams and voices and endings; that mass delusion, or dream, or vision, whatever one might call the warning they were given, has been the subject of her idle thoughts more often than not, lately.]
If anything must end, I hope it's cryptic nightmares. [But that's rather cryptic in its way, and she's tired of talking about nightmares.] I suppose you'll be enlisting as a medic, as per the gods' orders.
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he waves a hand at the last of it, shrugs. ) I'd be more useful there than on whatever the front line ends up being, anyway. Though between you and me, I'll do it because it's the right thing to do, and not because Odin decided to wake up and start handing out ultimatums.
( he huffs, at that, clearly irritated by the entire thing. )
You thought about it, at all? What you'll be doing?
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I know you will. [It isn't something she considered until this moment, but when he says it, it's obvious.] And we'll be lucky to have you, if things really do take a turn for the worse.
[She shrugs at the question.] I'm afraid none of the options fit my abilities quite as neatly. I've only just begun to learn to shoot, I'm not much use past fetching and carrying for real medics, and I wouldn't be much more help patrolling the city than I would be on the front lines. I suppose I could welcome people to the city, but...[Not only does that sound draining to her, it also sounds deathly boring.]
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Maybe they're not each all that simple, anyway. There's coordination, and strategizing, and all the rest of it.
( he trails off, thoughtful, but still manages to round a corner in the path when they need to. )
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I suppose organizing things wouldn't be so bad. Someone's got to keep everyone else doing what they ought.
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You always need someone to give orders.
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[That second comment draws a self-deprecating smile from her.] And I must admit I rather like doing so.
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I'd trust you with it, too.
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Your confidence is appreciated. [She's pleased, quietly so.] One of the groups makes plans so that everyone knows where to go in an emergency. Perhaps I'll put my name down for that one.
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Now we just have to make sure that no one else does anything stupid.
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[And while it's...not the best of segues, not by any means, she does find herself recalling a question she's been meaning to ask him anyway. Her voice grows gentler, after a pause which she hopes says not that I think your friend is stupid, but...] How is Jim faring? If you don't mind my inquiring.
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I think he must be doing just fine-- if he isn't, he hasn't seen fit to tell me about it. I shouldn't be surprised. That's how he always is.
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I'm glad to hear he's been all right. [Inasmuch as either of them can say he has, anyway.] It's good that he has you here, even if he hasn't said much about it.
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for now, he lets out a breath and shakes his head, shaking off some of the tension. )
At least that's one thing this place has gotten right. People are meant to be with each other, not alone.
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[People are meant to be with each other. She agrees, certainly, but some base part of her still envies those Travelers who have comrades from home with them. Of course, saying as much would be rather small of her, especially considering what's just happened to the comrade they're discussing right now.]
This place wouldn't be bearable without good company. [A pause.] Perhaps that will end up working in our favour. If everyone really can be persuaded to band together, it seems as though we might really be able to save this place.
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And there's no shame in trying, in the end.
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[She smiles back at him, amused where he's self-deprecating.]
Besides, I think we'd both end up bored out of our minds if we didn't pitch in.
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Once they've been seated, she has a quick glance over the menu before speaking again.]
This place looks lovely. Have you been here before?
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So if it's not up to standard, I'll give you a list and you can blame them all instead of me.
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