[ 54th consult; action ]

[dr_conscience]

[ James Wilson is, by a rule, not generally the kind of person you would be inclined to call lucky. So it is that he winds up being cursed every now and again, and today is just one of those lucky days for him. He's made a few stops himself, sitting down and finding himself having a typical first-date conversation. (Almost luckily, he has a formula for such conversations.)

By now, a day of impromptu dating has worn on him and it's time to grab a bite to eat. As such, he has a sandwich, and he's seated at a small, inviting 2-person table, in a friendly cafe just off the square. Should anyone feel so inclined, they would be most welcome to join him. Really. He has no choice but to feel that way. ]



[ooc: As it says, open to anyone~ ]

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[dr_conscience]

[He takes note of that, watching with a concern that doesn't entirely fade even as he offers a small smile back when she looks up.]

Well, I don't think one job is inherently better than any other. And if he really does need all the help he can get, I'm glad that he has you to take care of it.

[the-dawnster.livejournal.com]

Yeah but you -- I mean you have the ability to save lives. That's -- really amazing. Even when it doesn't always work out, you tried.

[Which she realized the same could be said of the scooby gang, her second job here and her first job back home. They stopped apocalypses and saved people -- or tried to.

Her chin lifts a little at that realization and she even sits up a little straighter.]