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tampered2012-06-07 10:56 pm
dr_conscience) wrote in tampered2012-06-07 10:56 pm
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When; Thursday, June 7th (much earlier in the day than 11 PM)
Rating; PG... ish? I'm guessing?
Characters; James Wilson [dr_conscience], Olivia Dunham [entangles], Eames [signatures]
Summary; Ever wonder what Eames' brain looks like? Well, Olivia has, and she intends to find out. Enter, a doctor.
Log;
After a day of treating fractures, sprains, and the other assorted results of a city full of untrained and, for a certain percentage, unfit citizens attempting to execute urban acrobatics, Wilson certainly welcomes the break in the monotony that today's scheduled test is certain to provide. Of course, he'd already been looking forward to it - he's curious, though he's being careful to stop short of actually letting himself hope that they'll find anything conclusive.
In nearly three years - or well over three, if he counts his initial stay - of time in the City, of course he's seen a number of neural CT scans performed without finding anything particularly unusual. He'll allow that none that he can recall were performed with this sort of purpose in mind, nor is he certain whether any of the patients whose scans he'd seen had left and returned, as Eames has. But he's been here too long, and been through far too much that's defied explanation thus far, to actually hope for answers to start presenting themselves.
But, there's no harm in performing a routine, noninvasive diagnostic test, and if they were to learn anything, it would certainly be for everyone's benefit. If they don't, then they won't have lost anything. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all - there's usually a reason cliches become such.
So, as his reserved time with the scanner nears, he files away the paperwork he's working on and heads to meet Olivia and Eames. He tries to stifle any excitement; it's just a CT scan, James, and you are not getting your hopes up. There is really no reason to feel like an investigative badass.
Rating; PG... ish? I'm guessing?
Characters; James Wilson [
dr_conscience], Olivia Dunham [entangles], Eames [signatures]Summary; Ever wonder what Eames' brain looks like? Well, Olivia has, and she intends to find out. Enter, a doctor.
Log;
After a day of treating fractures, sprains, and the other assorted results of a city full of untrained and, for a certain percentage, unfit citizens attempting to execute urban acrobatics, Wilson certainly welcomes the break in the monotony that today's scheduled test is certain to provide. Of course, he'd already been looking forward to it - he's curious, though he's being careful to stop short of actually letting himself hope that they'll find anything conclusive.
In nearly three years - or well over three, if he counts his initial stay - of time in the City, of course he's seen a number of neural CT scans performed without finding anything particularly unusual. He'll allow that none that he can recall were performed with this sort of purpose in mind, nor is he certain whether any of the patients whose scans he'd seen had left and returned, as Eames has. But he's been here too long, and been through far too much that's defied explanation thus far, to actually hope for answers to start presenting themselves.
But, there's no harm in performing a routine, noninvasive diagnostic test, and if they were to learn anything, it would certainly be for everyone's benefit. If they don't, then they won't have lost anything. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all - there's usually a reason cliches become such.
So, as his reserved time with the scanner nears, he files away the paperwork he's working on and heads to meet Olivia and Eames. He tries to stifle any excitement; it's just a CT scan, James, and you are not getting your hopes up. There is really no reason to feel like an investigative badass.