dr_conscience | [ 53rd consult; video ]

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[ 53rd consult; video ]

[The device turns on when it's set down on a desk, in an office some right recognize as belonging to Dr. Wilson. It provides a decent view of a woman as she sinks into the chair. She's clearly tired; she yawns, rubbing her temples as she leans back.

Of course, this woman is Dr. Wilson, as many people who have been working at the hospital this weekend already know. He's wearing clothes borrowed from Cameron; not a perfect fit, but certainly a good deal better than his own.

Really, this whole thing might seem worse if he hadn't spent a handful of days prior experiencing random memory failures. He glances at the clock on his wall - 6:00 PM.]

Six hours.

[And then he sighs, leans back again, and closes his eyes. This hasn't been the worst weekend of his life; certainly not the worst weekend he's spent here, but it has been long, tiring and exceptionally awkward.]

[ooc: backdated, as stated in post, to 6:00 pm on Sunday! open to action if your character is at the hospital and would like to drop in <3

replies will come from

jamie_wilson; apologies in advance as I will probably be slow]

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Enjoy it while it lasts.

... hm?

[His eyes slip slightly open, peering at the offending device.]

Oh, of course.

[And he reaches forward with an irritated sigh, snatching it and turning off the video function. The audio does stay open, though.]

I think I'm more than ready to be myself again.

[Rudy Miller is a great many things, but a hoverer is not one of them; there are exactly two people in the multiverse for whom he might keep perpetual vigil at a hospital bedside, and neither of them are currently in residence in the City. And once the immediate concern of Mindy's well-being was somewhat alleviated by entrusting her over into the care of the hospital, more practical concerns quickly became his primary occupation--namely, getting out of his bloodstained clothes and finding more feasible alternatives for the immediate future.

Also, he doesn't hover. Not that there'd be any point in it, anyway, since his wide array of innate skills does not extend to the practice of medicine, and he doubts Mindy would be quick to request his presence for moral support, so the only thing he'd be doing by hovering is taking up space.

However, he does make it a point to keep informed about the well-being of the people that concern him, and that is what's currently on his mind as he walks into the hospital and heads off in search of information on their recent patient.]

[Rudy may not hover, but apparently he has rather fortuitous timing as Wilson turns a corner and sees him just as he's making his way back to Mindy to check in himself. The brief and overdue break was, of course, unsatisfactory, but that could be said of any break that winds up being broadcast on the Network.

He calls out to the visitor, guessing both that they're headed the same way and that he might be able to provide some information.]

Rudy?

Dr. Wilson.

[He pauses, greeting the hail with a nod of acknowledgment--though, as per Rudy's usual modus operandi, there is no smile to accompany that nod. Some things may change with the passage of time, but Rudy's deadpan never will.]

Bonsoir.

[Wilson's not in much of a mood to smile right now himself, but he does let a slight curl pull tightly at one corner of his mouth as he returns the nod.]

And a good evening to you. Come to check in on Mindy?

[There is a bit of a hesitation before she actually says anything, because Claire needs a moment to squint at her network device before confirming -]

Are you normally a girl?

[There's a slight hint of ironic amusement to the tone of voice he adopts.]

Not generally, no. Clearly, the City thought I should have an exciting new experience this weekend.

How's that new experience going for you? Have you had any revelations?

[She's still not quite sure who it is she's talking to, but she'll work it out.]

I'm not sure there's anything I'd class as quite "revelation" material. I do now know that five inches is a much larger height difference than it sounds and that I apparently make a terribly graceless woman.

...though, this might actually be more disconcerting if I'd turned out to be a graceful one.

[Wilson hasn't actually identified himself to most people this weekend; it's actually been interesting for him to see if people can figure out who he is based on mannerisms alone.]

It might just be the height difference making you graceless, but then again there are plenty of women who aren't graceful, if that makes you feel better.

[Not knowing Wilson well enough to make guesses on her own has just left her with a buzzing curiosity.]

Mostly I was just looking for any insight you might have into high heels. Unless you're taking the easy way out and using flats.

That's possible. At any rate, I think I can survive until midnight. I haven't actually fallen on my face yet.

[Oddly, that almost makes it more interesting from his end.]

... which is certainly not to say that I think myself ready for high heels. I did try on a pair - call it a misguided attempt to regain some of the height I lost - but I somehow doubt I could have actually gotten anything done with them on.

Then you're doing one better than me, when it comes to being a different height.

Anyway, you've only got six hours left, like you said. I think you can tough it out.

Well, there are six hours left to go. Though I wonder, if I fell and broke my nose now, whether it would still be broken when I changed back...

Not that I'm curious enough to want to find out.

[Congratulations, Wilson. It's been a long time since anyone gave Claire an idea when it comes to bodily harm.]

I think it kind of depends. I've woken up at midnight from a curse in the wardrobe that same curse put me in, but I think that's a little bit different than actually hurting yourself.

[Accomplishment! Too bad she can't test that one.]

That, and I'd imagine that changing someone's physical form is a bit different than changing something like their mental state, surroundings or clothing.

[Pause...]

Actually answering this would probably require far more consistency than the City ever maintains.

[Curses (literally?), foiled again.]

I don't know about that. At least, the deities don't make it seem like it's that different. But, really, I guess, the only thing that the City is consistent about is being inconsistent.

It might not be... who knows how they pull any of it off to begin with.

[Sigh.]

Consistent inconsistency. I think we've had that conversation before, actually.

At least we're consistent?

I'd agree, but I'm not sure that's a word I can fairly apply to myself at the moment.

[At least that's said with clear amusement.]

True. The only thing I'd expect you to be applying right now is lipstick.

That is an exciting new experience I will graciously pass on.

[Hammer does not know that this is Wilson; if he did he most certainly would not be contacting him. Not after that kiss. Especially since he wears that form so very well, and so very kissable-looking.] Until midnight. Are you hoping for relief for yourself or someone you know?

[Of course, Wilson does know who Captain Hammer is, and he does know who he is, and yes, Hammer, he rather agrees that his female form is fairly attractive - which really makes this weekend more awkward, not less. For all these reasons, he leans in very closely to the device, scrunches up his brow doubtfully and makes a slightly skewed frown. This is the face of doubt.]

Both, though I am extremely cursed, which makes me doubt this is actually a conversation you want to be having.

Oh-ho? Well, there are many that are cursed this weekend. I hope you aren't afflicted with anything too severe?

[Flattest lineface ever, Hammer. Ever.]

Oh, I'd call it fairly severe.

[And because he knows subtlety will get him nowhere...]

I'm not a woman.

Oh? Well you could certainly fool me. [Wait, the pieces are starting to connect . . . |]

Ah, you mean normally? I see. Well, I do hope that no one is bothering you unduly. [He can't shake that "gay" feeling, but there's no need. After all, he was just being polite. He wasn't- flirting. Yet still.]

[There's a good boy, Hammer. Wilson gives a tight little smile, and a nod.]

Right. And I'm... quite fine, thank you. For your concern.

[After their last meeting, Wilson was not about to give him the chance to even start considering flirting. He'll gladly assume your gratitude for that "gay" feeling not being any worse.]

I'm glad to hear it. If you ever do need anything, don't hesitate to contact me. I am Captain Hammer- I don't believe I caught your name? [Rest assured, that feeling will increase tenfold if he figures out who it is.]

It's James. Thank you, again.

[Hey, most people never refer to him by his first name. Some probably don't even know it. Seems the safest route.]

James? I shall have to meet you on a non-cursed day. [Maybe.] You're most welcome.

[A mussed and, if the signs can be told at first glance, inebriated doctor Robert Chase takes a long, hard look at the screen. Sits back, and smiles.]

I would.

[By this point, Wilson is far more run down and tired. He'd like to be asleep for the change back, as he wasn't lucky enough to make the initial swap in his sleep, but it's proving more difficult than he thought.

So here is one still-cursed, still-awake Wilson with somewhat less neat hair which has been repeatedly shoved out of the exasperated face of someone entirely unaccustomed to dealing with such concerns.

And he is staring, concerned because Chase is certainly not looking entirely well, and because he saw that post. And, of course, there is the matter of...]

...you would what?

[The quirk of his brow is sort of like an extra question mark.]

[Mime is easier than forming exactly the right words, and the complicated hand movements - glass in one hand - Chase goes through are unreadable and yet somehow still obscene.]

You. [He sniffs, and dismisses the idea.] If I didn't know you, obviously.

[Wilson just curls one side of his ever-so-soft feminine lips at those gestures, though the glass has caught his eye.]

Well, thank you for that. I was just thinking, it's very nearly midnight and what I need before this weekend is over is for it to be just a bit more awkward.

[Then he arches a brow and lifts his head, indicating the glass.]

What number is that?

You're welcome. [He's still letting his eyes wander a little too freely, tilting his head to the side for a better angle in a world swimming just slightly.] Okay, maybe if I knew you.

[That settled, he leans back and folds his arms across his chest, dipping his chin to examine the dregs of his drink.]

This is just a chaser.

[That just prompts Wilson to place his ever-so-lovely head into the palm of his hand for a few long moments, before glancing back up to eye Chase warily. That's not a line of conversation he's interested in pursuing further, though.]

I don't suppose you've kept track of how much it's chasing.

Yes, I have.

[See, he's perfectly obliging. And actually could do with finishing that glass off and checking the rest of the contents of the bottle, while watching Wilson through the monitor.]

Have you ever considered getting bangs cut in? I think they'd suit your face.

[And he shifts back to annoyance and wtf-ery for the moment.]

Neither the hair nor the face I have at the moment is going to be of any significance in a matter of minutes.

[Big words, my friend. No, really, lots of syllables. Chase blinks through them, face creasing into confusion, then slowly smoothing out when he gets it.]

Oh, it's nearly midnight. [He pauses, looking down at something else, minimsd in another window of the screen.] How nearly?

[Wilson gives a slight, slow nod, though when Chase looks down he tilts his head, brow furrowing slightly.]

... a little over twenty minutes. Why?

Just checking.

[He reaches out and brushes the screen which... from Wilson's viewpoint could well look like Chase is trying to stroke his face. He's not.]

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