c-c-c-catchall early meetings,

[enarms]

Who: John Watson (enarms) & various
What: John's managed to arrange like 20 meetings and they're happenin here
When: various times
Where: various places
Warning(s): murder chats? medical shenanigans? etc, will update as necessary

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[enarms]

[ seven minutes. John's brows are raised about as far as they can go for moment... and slowly sink down into an expression that sits somewhere on the borders of incredulous and amused. I am not always a miracle worker. funny. seems to him like the future's got a lot going for it.

or would have done.

a deep breath, as if he's preparing to spout some kind of wise and terrible thing... ]

... Remind me again why you're deigning to work with me when I'm basically medieval?

[ nope, just playing. ]

[valcurie]

Medieval?

( There a laugh in her voice then, another light in her eyes and it's clear she's asking, really? Has he not seen just as much of the conduct on the surface of the planet below them she has. He's playing, but it's not just a one-man game. Lips pursing ever so slightly, she raises her chin and sets it on her palm with a haughty casualness.

Two can play that game. )

You're not suddenly self-conscious are you, John?

oh my god.... in what watery inbox depths did I lose this I'm so sorry

[enarms]

Me? Uh, yeah.

[ listen. sometimes, to win, you first have to lose. is he feeling in any way uncomfortable, despite his apparently hugely inferior medical expertise? no, owing in no small part to her attitude. is he going to play hard regardless? you bet. ]

Why wouldn't I be? I'm the Nokia to your iPhone.

[ oh, but actually - ] Speaking of insane healing speeds, I have had an encounter with a magical healer now. Just not Lysa.

rises like a monster from the black lagoon?

[valcurie]

( When he's going to play along, why not have fun? She looks at him and laughs, and she doesn't mind at all that it looks like it may be at his expense. Which, of course, it isn't. Especially if he's enjoying it too. )

Perhaps. But only one of those brands is still around in my time.

( And guess which one it is? Without really becoming too serious, she continues. ) Lysa is misguided, not magical. But go ahead and humour me: what about this healer was so magical?

also does this, we are lagoon monsters now

[enarms]

Pardon me. [ for insinuating that highly improbable healing medication of the Lysa variety might be anything other than scientific - he had been being facetious, but it's hard to about the woman he's referring to now. this healer, John really would love for Mercy to be able to debunk the ~magical~ properties of. ]. Her hands glowed, she held them over my skin and in less than two minutes the tissue from a wound I sustained on a metal edge of one of the pods was completely healed with little to no trace that anything had ever happened at all.

[ if he looks slightly absent, it's only because thinking back to feeling his skin knitting itself back together under that warm glow is a strange kind of out-of-body experience all of its own. ]

I should probably also mention I think she was a fish. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but context where context's due.

[valcurie]

( She's having her own kind of fun with their banter, but she does sober up and listen to him and to what he has to say. And she does her best to parse. Even though she comes from a world with science gorillas from the moon, she has a hard time believing this other woman is a fish. That seems like a bit of a stretch even to her. Mercy, with amusement glowing in her eyes, manages an otherwise oddly straight face: )

Are you sure she wasn't a marine mammal of some kind? That seems much more likely.

( Sorry, if John was looking for any kind of reassurance. Though she gives a thoughtful look, and even puts her hand on her chin, she doesn't have anything useful to say. Yet. )

Was her healing warm? Or itchy?

[enarms]

[ the look he gives her on that marine mammal remark is something wild. and by wild what we really mean here is bordering on homicidal - overstatement only insofar as he's not yet lost enough of his mind to get to That Point. (kidding, probably, but it's filthy all the same, in no small part because no, he absolutely isn't sure and he'd really rather not spend any more time thinking about it.)

but onwards to the next question, one he can actually without shooting daggers out of his eyeballs. ]

Warm. I could feel the skin healing, but not in the way you usually can. Not itchy, just— I honestly don't know how to describe it. Warm.

[valcurie]

( aaaaand that look is pretty much what she was expecting. so much so, she has to put her hand to her mouth and cover the evidence of how thoroughly pleased she is that he took the bait so completely. once she removes it, there's still obvious signs of strain there. but she is trying so very admirably to not look like she's taking the piss. so to speak, anyway.

after listening to him, the best she can do is this: helpfully shrug, and sigh a little, as if she's finally acknowledging how much bullshit they actually are wading in. or is it swimming in? there's enough of it really to be a full sea up to their necks. )

What if I told you that, in my personal opinion, that sounds like magic?

( short of waggling eyebrows, her gesture to punctuate this is by placing her hands on the table and leaning into her elbows. )

[enarms]

[ ... you can go off some people, you know. ]

Yeah? Magic? [ shocked and amazed! eyebrows up! there's even a little jaw drop for effect, taking a quick sip of coffee as if to steady his freshly frayed and addled nerves. this is a revelation. he is overcome. ] Wow. —D'you know, I never would've seen that coming.

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