Dr. Lance Sweets (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lifetothefullest) wrote2017-04-10 08:48 pm
lifetothefullest) wrote2017-04-10 08:48 pm
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I want your professional opinion on something. When would be a convenient time to meet?
[Well, files this under calls he wasn't expecting. He's also really not sure how to answer immediately, so it's good that it's text and he can just ignore it for a few minutes while he thinks things over.
On one hand, get him out of this apartment. He's been behaving about the whole resting thing, which means he's incredibly and utterly bored. Even stalking the network hasn't been that entertainingalthough it has been informative.
On the other hand, he doesn't like Maketh. And not only doesn't he like Maketh, but he thinks she might be dangerous and, as she'd so helpfully pointed out at the ball, he's somewhat vulnerable at the moment. All good reasons not to willingly meet up with her in person.
But, then again, he still needs a better sense for her, and he's curious about what she wants. So as long as they're somewhere relatively open and public, then maybe things will be alright. So, after several minutes he texts back.]
I'll be available in about two hours.
On one hand, get him out of this apartment. He's been behaving about the whole resting thing, which means he's incredibly and utterly bored. Even stalking the network hasn't been that entertaining
On the other hand, he doesn't like Maketh. And not only doesn't he like Maketh, but he thinks she might be dangerous and, as she'd so helpfully pointed out at the ball, he's somewhat vulnerable at the moment. All good reasons not to willingly meet up with her in person.
But, then again, he still needs a better sense for her, and he's curious about what she wants. So as long as they're somewhere relatively open and public, then maybe things will be alright. So, after several minutes he texts back.]
I'll be available in about two hours.
I trust you still have confidence in your line of work of talking to people about their feeling and are willing to put those skills to use here.
[Wow, okay, Hux might be at the top of his list of people he never expected to send him a message, let alone about this subject.
But he's not about to commit to a yes answer without finding out more details, even though he's suddenly very curious.]
Possibly, why?
But he's not about to commit to a yes answer without finding out more details, even though he's suddenly very curious.]
Possibly, why?
Have you heard the joke about the surgeon who went on safari in Africa?
[This is so unexpected he's actually pretty curious about the joke.]
I haven't.
I haven't.
[Rosen has picked up his phone, set it down, picked it up again only to set it down once more. He doesn't want, for once in his life, to seem intrusive, but at the same time he feels he has a professional responsibility to inform a colleague about new developments concerning their fledgling practice.
So in the end he types out a brief but very formal text]
I was contacted by Dr. Lecter. Due to personal difficulties he is limiting his work with patients until his private situation is sorted. Likely not to be long term, should not effect your workload. He does not expect you to take any new patients on his behalf.
So in the end he types out a brief but very formal text]
I was contacted by Dr. Lecter. Due to personal difficulties he is limiting his work with patients until his private situation is sorted. Likely not to be long term, should not effect your workload. He does not expect you to take any new patients on his behalf.
[Guess who is definitely not still in bed again when he gets this, and who definitely doesn't read it and then put the phone down for another good half an hour before replying.]
I understand. Please let me know if that changes.
[Whether for the worse or better.]
I understand. Please let me know if that changes.
[Whether for the worse or better.]
we ought to talk
[Maketh has been sleeping for the past day or so, Henry standing guard and watching her close. She's given him reason to worry far too many times, Maketh knows. It's never been on purpose but that hardly matters. It still happens. Over and over again.
There's probably something wrong with her, that she keeps making such abject mistakes while trying to keep people alive.
Regardless, there are things that must be done now. She must account for her conduct.]
[Maketh has been sleeping for the past day or so, Henry standing guard and watching her close. She's given him reason to worry far too many times, Maketh knows. It's never been on purpose but that hardly matters. It still happens. Over and over again.
There's probably something wrong with her, that she keeps making such abject mistakes while trying to keep people alive.
Regardless, there are things that must be done now. She must account for her conduct.]
[He can't say he's terribly surprised to get a message from Maketh, but that doesn't mean he's entirely sure how to respond when he does. So there's a short delay before he replies, answer somewhat short.]
We should.
[But he's leaving it up to her to carry this conversation for now.]
We should.
[But he's leaving it up to her to carry this conversation for now.]
It's an open offer. Is it an emergency?
[Because he's awake and can meet with her as soon as she needs to; her message is definitely a little worrying.]
[Because he's awake and can meet with her as soon as she needs to; her message is definitely a little worrying.]
Come by our headquarters today at nones. [then he quickly corrects] This afternoon at three.
[He doesn't think that he needs to say any more than that; Lance surely knows what it's about.]
[He doesn't think that he needs to say any more than that; Lance surely knows what it's about.]
Alright. I'll be there.
[And he does appreciate the time translation before he has to ask about it, by the way.]
[And he does appreciate the time translation before he has to ask about it, by the way.]
[Sometime several days after the arcade machine is moved into the speakeasy]
infinite1up
2017-06-12 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Hello. Lance, isn't it?
I got that arcade cabinet I talked about during the party, if you're up for a game!
I got that arcade cabinet I talked about during the party, if you're up for a game!
[Well, this is a surprise, but potentially a good opportunity and it doesn't take long to decide on what to say.]
Hello, Sato. Sure; where is it?
Hello, Sato. Sure; where is it?
[text] 28th pls (or sometime after event is over & he finds out Frisk is gone)
drabsolutelynot
2017-07-26 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rosen has everything short of barricaded himself in the spare room of Lance's apartment since they had all woken up from the strange spell of domestic bliss , emerging only for basic human necessities such as food, water, and bathing, and making little or no conversation.
But at long last, sitting on the floor in a corner between the bed and the wall, he picks up his phone and sends Lance a single, simple text]
:C
But at long last, sitting on the floor in a corner between the bed and the wall, he picks up his phone and sends Lance a single, simple text]
:C
[Lance has needed some time to himself after that whole mess too, so even though he's concerned he's left Rosen to his own devices without protest. He's out at the shops, entertaining himself and also accomplishing something practical at the same time by digging through supplies and looking for anything useful, when he get the message.
...It's a sad face. A bold sad face.
Well, at least it's something, although when Lance texts a response it involves actual words.]
What's wrong?
[Besides the obvious 'everything'.]
...It's a sad face. A bold sad face.
Well, at least it's something, although when Lance texts a response it involves actual words.]
What's wrong?
[Besides the obvious 'everything'.]
action action we want action a c t i o n - backdated to 7/30
notimpervious
2017-08-01 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is quite a lot to talk about. That in itself is not a new development. Brennan is used to meeting with Sweets multiple times throughout the course of an ninvestigation, to exchange facts and inferences, sometimes to interrogate suspects, sometimes to annoy one another. What's different is the type of subjects they have to talk about here.
The need for privacy is the driving force behind reaching out to Sweets via text first. Not that Brennan feels any shame for... most anything she's done in life, it's that she just doesn't trust people here. (Someone was murdered, for goodness's sake. For next to nothing, apparently. And threats of murdering that person in return were made immediately after the resurrected murder victim announced that she had been killed.)
So here she is in Dr. Rosen's vacant apartment, waiting for Sweets with her arms crossed, tense because she feels distinctly threatened here, by the mere existence of the place, of some artifact that decided she should be taken away from her famly and brought here to feed a race of aliens. A device did what Pelant could not, and there is no one here who can help her turn the tables on their captors.
The thought is so unsettling that she decides to just start reciting the periodic table of elements to herself, because it is fixed and real, dependable and well documented. One day she should try and make a song out of it and teach it to Christine. For now, a rhythmic repetition will do.]
The need for privacy is the driving force behind reaching out to Sweets via text first. Not that Brennan feels any shame for... most anything she's done in life, it's that she just doesn't trust people here. (Someone was murdered, for goodness's sake. For next to nothing, apparently. And threats of murdering that person in return were made immediately after the resurrected murder victim announced that she had been killed.)
So here she is in Dr. Rosen's vacant apartment, waiting for Sweets with her arms crossed, tense because she feels distinctly threatened here, by the mere existence of the place, of some artifact that decided she should be taken away from her famly and brought here to feed a race of aliens. A device did what Pelant could not, and there is no one here who can help her turn the tables on their captors.
The thought is so unsettling that she decides to just start reciting the periodic table of elements to herself, because it is fixed and real, dependable and well documented. One day she should try and make a song out of it and teach it to Christine. For now, a rhythmic repetition will do.]
Edited 2017-08-01 23:09 (UTC)
[Lance is not really feeling up to leaving the apartment today. In fact, he doesn't really feel like leaving his room.
But a message from Brennan is enough to get him to drag himself out of bed, and honestly they probably should've met up a few days ago anyway; they'd have enough to talk about just from the last event, but with the addition of the Null's latest announcement they have even more reason to speak. He's also aware that Brennan hasn't been here as long, and even if she's living with Zack it's still likely a shock to get used to being--comparatively--alone in this place.
He's not exactly looking put together when he reaches Rosen's apartment, clearly not having slept more than an hour or two and dressed casually, but he manages a smile upon seeing Brennan. She seems upset, though, and there are plenty of good reasons for being so, so his smile soon fades again.]
Hi, Dr. Brennan. Are you okay?
But a message from Brennan is enough to get him to drag himself out of bed, and honestly they probably should've met up a few days ago anyway; they'd have enough to talk about just from the last event, but with the addition of the Null's latest announcement they have even more reason to speak. He's also aware that Brennan hasn't been here as long, and even if she's living with Zack it's still likely a shock to get used to being--comparatively--alone in this place.
He's not exactly looking put together when he reaches Rosen's apartment, clearly not having slept more than an hour or two and dressed casually, but he manages a smile upon seeing Brennan. She seems upset, though, and there are plenty of good reasons for being so, so his smile soon fades again.]
Hi, Dr. Brennan. Are you okay?
[Totally normal and not suspicious in the slightest.]
Although neither was a particular area of focus for me, I'm well-versed in the subjects both from psychological counseling and criminal profiling standpoints.
[Basically he knows more than most people, but less than specialized experts.]
Although neither was a particular area of focus for me, I'm well-versed in the subjects both from psychological counseling and criminal profiling standpoints.
[Basically he knows more than most people, but less than specialized experts.]
[For someone whose default tends to be laid-back and sarcastic, Whistler is markedly fidgety and nervous this afternoon in the same way kids are during their doctor's appointments when they suspect a shot might just around the corner. They know it won't kill them. They might even buy their parents' selling-line about 'being good for them' but that doesn't mean they like it. Though in Whistler's defense he is not crying or trying to hide behind his mother. And he knows this is something he asked for, not something being forced upon him.
So he tries to focus on cooking. He did agree to food as payment, after all. But every now and again he stops and listens carefully for the sound of footsteps on the stairs.]
So he tries to focus on cooking. He did agree to food as payment, after all. But every now and again he stops and listens carefully for the sound of footsteps on the stairs.]
[Lance has had a bit of a hard month, for various reasons, but things are finally starting to settle a little for him by the time Whistler decides to go ahead and try therapy. So, in contrast to Whistler, Lance is calmer than he has been lately by the time he makes it to the apartment, trusting that this isn't some sort of elaborate trap; as far as he knows Whistler has absolutely no reason to harm him, but then again who knows.
But he's pretty sure he's safe, and so he carefully knocks on the door of the apartment; a slight shifting of his weight from foot to foot is the only indication of any amount of nerves, no matter how small.]
But he's pretty sure he's safe, and so he carefully knocks on the door of the apartment; a slight shifting of his weight from foot to foot is the only indication of any amount of nerves, no matter how small.]
[People have come and gone in the short time that Brennan has been here, but none that she has been aware of. Therefore, she doesn't know how it works, doesn't understand why she can't find Zack in her contacts list. She's already worried that he never came to the apartment for dinner or to sleep. Not being able to reach him at all is just distressing.
So she does what she should do (for once, as far as emotional things are concerned) and reaches out to Sweets.]
Have you heard from Zack? He didn't come back to our apartment yesterday.
So she does what she should do (for once, as far as emotional things are concerned) and reaches out to Sweets.]
Have you heard from Zack? He didn't come back to our apartment yesterday.
[Well, this isn't a great text to get. Lance only really knows the trick about checking the contacts list because he's seen others mention it, and so checks for Zack's name before sending Brennan a reply; he doesn't want to tell her something incorrectly.
But unfortunately, it looks like it really is bad news.]
I haven't, Dr. Brennan. But his name isn't in the contacts list, which means he likely isn't here anymore.
[He'd much rather have this conversation in person, but telling her succinctly and promptly through text is probably better for her at first.]
But unfortunately, it looks like it really is bad news.]
I haven't, Dr. Brennan. But his name isn't in the contacts list, which means he likely isn't here anymore.
[He'd much rather have this conversation in person, but telling her succinctly and promptly through text is probably better for her at first.]
[...What a ringing endorsement, and he's curious about what friend it might've been, but he's not going to complain. He'll also not mention the psychologist/psychiatrist difference because it really doesn't matter here, and besides that's way less important than helping someone who needs it.]
Yes, this works. Do you have a time of day you prefer?
Yes, this works. Do you have a time of day you prefer?
[Maketh does not get hangovers. She occasionally gets very drunk and blacks out in the middle of the night, but she wakes up exactly when she means to and goes right back to work. And she does her work to the full extent of her abilities and without complaint. Always.
So she doesn't get hangovers. Not where anyone can see, anyway.
On occasion she does, however, get dehydrated.
It comes from existing entirely on whiskey and coffee for about twelve hours, something her body dearly resents. And while Maketh does not, under any circumstance, get hangovers, she's not completely blind to the reality of the situation.
So she goes to the clinic to get some fluids.
She almost turns right around when she sees who's inside. Would have, if the motion wouldn't left her dizzy and off balance in front of him.]
How...unexpected.
So she doesn't get hangovers. Not where anyone can see, anyway.
On occasion she does, however, get dehydrated.
It comes from existing entirely on whiskey and coffee for about twelve hours, something her body dearly resents. And while Maketh does not, under any circumstance, get hangovers, she's not completely blind to the reality of the situation.
So she goes to the clinic to get some fluids.
She almost turns right around when she sees who's inside. Would have, if the motion wouldn't left her dizzy and off balance in front of him.]
How...unexpected.
[Lance, meanwhile, actually looks to be in a bit better health than usual; he hasn't been drinking--due mostly to avoiding the bar--and has healed from his run-in with monsters in the arena, but more than that even despite the event he has a sense of calm that he hasn't been able to achieve for some time. One of the big things that has been bothering him during his time here has been resolved, at least in one sense, and so although he hasn't been sleeping all that well he's otherwise feeling more normal than he has in a long while.
So he'd decided to take up staying at the Clinic a bit, especially with people injuring themselves destroying whatever reflective surfaces they can find, and has managed to hide pretty much everything in the building that could possibly show some sort of grim future. He's lounging somewhat casually in a chair in the lobby, the Clinic otherwise deserted for the moment, scribbling away in an empty book when Maketh enters.
...Not who he was expecting to see, and he thinks what she says should really be more his line.]
I work here.
[Just saying, although it's neutral in tone and really not the most pressing thing to focus on.]
Are you alright?
[She's at the Clinic for a reason, he presumes.]
So he'd decided to take up staying at the Clinic a bit, especially with people injuring themselves destroying whatever reflective surfaces they can find, and has managed to hide pretty much everything in the building that could possibly show some sort of grim future. He's lounging somewhat casually in a chair in the lobby, the Clinic otherwise deserted for the moment, scribbling away in an empty book when Maketh enters.
...Not who he was expecting to see, and he thinks what she says should really be more his line.]
I work here.
[Just saying, although it's neutral in tone and really not the most pressing thing to focus on.]
Are you alright?
[She's at the Clinic for a reason, he presumes.]
Edited 2017-09-04 02:16 (UTC)
[It required a bit of consideration after seeing his post in reply to hope, so there's a bit of a delay between it and Marian's call-in.]
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
[And unfortunately Lance has zero idea what this is in reference to, so--]
Looking for something I don't have to cook to eat. Why?
[He's rummaging through his cabinets in the background.]
Looking for something I don't have to cook to eat. Why?
[He's rummaging through his cabinets in the background.]
Forget - you drink?
( OR YOU COULD SAY HELLO, YOU UTTER--
sigh.
Never mind that. Point is that - after leaving the clinic a couple of hours ago - Kate's back, holding a bottle of alcohol and a softer drink option in one hand, and a couple of scrounged up glasses in the other. Not that they're the most typical of glasses, but one does what one can in a cave. )
( OR YOU COULD SAY HELLO, YOU UTTER--
sigh.
Never mind that. Point is that - after leaving the clinic a couple of hours ago - Kate's back, holding a bottle of alcohol and a softer drink option in one hand, and a couple of scrounged up glasses in the other. Not that they're the most typical of glasses, but one does what one can in a cave. )
[Well this is... A little unexpected, but Lance sets down the blank book he'd been writing in and looks up, nodding a little at the question. He hasn't been drinking much lately, mostly because he's been avoiding the Speakeasy, but that doesn't mean he won't now; quite the opposite, actually, even if he's very curious about the reason behind this.]
I do, yeah. Is there something going on?
[He supposes she could've just brought him alcohol for no particularly good reason, but that seems unlikely.]
I do, yeah. Is there something going on?
[He supposes she could've just brought him alcohol for no particularly good reason, but that seems unlikely.]
hey, doc
[.....fuck, how does this work?]
you still open for business?
[.....fuck, how does this work?]
you still open for business?
[He's a little surprised by the text, more because of who it's from than the content, but replies promptly.]
Of course. Would you like to meet in person?
Of course. Would you like to meet in person?
Hello Drake. Of course; when would you like to meet?
[Lance isn't sure if he means it or it's a cover story in order to talk in person, but either way his answer is the same.]
Of course. I'm at the Clinic, or I can come to wherever you are.
Of course. I'm at the Clinic, or I can come to wherever you are.
[Well, the timing on this could've been a little better, not that Rome is probably aware of that; as it is, the message sets off alarm bells for Lance due to the conversation he's had recently with Maketh. Is this at all related, or just coincidence? Should he be taking this offer at face value or does he have reason to be paranoid?
Thankfully, text gives him a moment to carefully decide on how exactly to respond.]
Thank you for the offer, Rome. Right now we've arranged a rotation of individuals to protect the Clinic, although any additional monitoring of the surrounding areas that you're willing to assist with would be helpful.
[Hopefully that's a reasonable middle ground; not too close to the Clinic or relying directly on Rome in case there's some sort of underlying motivation, but still giving him something genuinely helpful to do if there isn't.]
Thankfully, text gives him a moment to carefully decide on how exactly to respond.]
Thank you for the offer, Rome. Right now we've arranged a rotation of individuals to protect the Clinic, although any additional monitoring of the surrounding areas that you're willing to assist with would be helpful.
[Hopefully that's a reasonable middle ground; not too close to the Clinic or relying directly on Rome in case there's some sort of underlying motivation, but still giving him something genuinely helpful to do if there isn't.]
[she's a little more skeletal than the last time they talked but no worries. Still lup.]
So I heard you're the dude to chat at when shit's whack.
So I heard you're the dude to chat at when shit's whack.
[He recognizes the voice, and that helps mitigate the 'what' reaction; it also helps that he'd spoken with Sans a few times while he was still here. But Lance still looks briefly a little alarmed, and then a little confused, before shaking it off.]
Um, yeah, I can be. What's going on?
Um, yeah, I can be. What's going on?
What is a double-blind study?
Two orthopaedists reading an electrocardiogram.
Two orthopaedists reading an electrocardiogram.
[Okay, that's so ridiculous and unexpected that he actually laughs and puts down what he's doing to text back immediately.]
Don't tell Dr. Brennan that or she'll lecture you on insulting people who work with bones. Change orthopaedist to podiatrist though and she'd be all about it.
Don't tell Dr. Brennan that or she'll lecture you on insulting people who work with bones. Change orthopaedist to podiatrist though and she'd be all about it.
[Lance is finally getting himself together after a rough last week, so he's not lying too much when he answers.]
Sure. What's going on?
Sure. What's going on?
Sure; I'm not doing anything.
[Other than stalking the network and petting Sandy, anyway. He could probably use some social interaction, and maybe Kyna could too if she's messaging.]
[Other than stalking the network and petting Sandy, anyway. He could probably use some social interaction, and maybe Kyna could too if she's messaging.]
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