dr_conscience | [ 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

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[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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