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[dr_conscience]

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.

Comments

[entangles]

And so the good doctor Jimmy ushers the Forger and the Agent in the direction of the exam room, and Olivia spends the walk in preoccupied silence as her mind runs a mile a minute. No more cute remarks to Mr. Eames, for now. If they found an implant, or an alteration to the mind, it would imply that none of this was magic, and that all the ludicrous phenomena that occurred in these past months could be explained, even if the explication would likely fly over Olivia's head. But that disparaging seed of doubt, growing ever-larger day by day in this fantastical city, tells her slyly that there's no way that this City can be wrapped up and packaged in logic. Perhaps even the prodigious Walter Bishop wouldn't be able to figure it out.

When the trio reach their destination, Wilson and Olivia splinter off to head into the CT room, though not before Eames is directed to an exam room where he can be afforded at least a measure of modesty to change before the scan. Though surely, exposing your skin is less invasive than sharing the landscape of your brain with strangers. Olivia should be thanking Eames.

[signatures]

She ought to be, but Eames doesn't expect one. He shimmies out of his clothes in favour of the gown, though does keep on his shorts underneath to spare Olivia the view. Other clothes folded and left on the examination table, it's only a short walk into the room with the large machine. He's not particularly nervous, per say - there are little secrets a machine of this nature can suss out, and even if his entire history were somehow lain out on the floor, he's hardly intimidated by Olivia nor Jimmy for the sake of uncertainty, though he still wouldn't like it much. It's the matter of things, that secrets are as such for particular reasons, and Eames has never been open with them.

He slips up onto the table, fingers curled loosely around the edge of it as he looks over to Olivia, then Wilson. "What are we going to be looking for, exactly? Holes? A chip?"

[dr_conscience]

It's a good question, of course. For his part, Wilson's fairly certain that his involvement in this whole thing comes down to his mutual acquaintanceship and his medical degree. He's all right with it, but he knows it's Olivia who's really orchestrating the whole thing. Nonetheless, if he's asked to take up a professional task, he doesn't do so halfheartedly, so he does have an answer he's thought through.

"Well... anything that's out of the ordinary, physiologically. Signs of any kind of procedure, be it something as apparent as an actual implant like a chip or a more subtle physical abnormality, be it in the matter of the brain itself, any of the bones of the skull, or the meninges, that may be indicative of a healed incision. Your neural activity will also be monitored for anything unusual - so when I start asking about your recollections of the City and of your world, that's why. While the focus will be primarily on the hippocampus and cerebral cortex, the parts of your brain primarily associated with memory, I think it's wise to do a thorough examination of all areas."

And the doctor speech aside, he turns to Olivia, "And, of course, if there's anything else more specific you had in mind?" Hey, he can recognize when someone might have more experience with alternate dimensions than he does.