"If it's not a bother." Quinn takes a deep breath, and runs a hand through her hair. "I need to concentrate more on being a mom as opposed to smiting people..."
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"If it's not a bother." Quinn takes a deep breath, and runs a hand through her hair. "I need to concentrate more on being a mom as opposed to smiting people..."
No bother at all. And yes that is a bit of a difficult transition. She cooks up a healthy omelet and a large glass of OJ.
Quinn accepts the breakfast with a smile. "It is, yeah. But I guess it's something I have to do. I can always help fighting later, I guess, for now I'll just help with healing."
I think that is for the best. I'll make sure you get all the meals you need. Is there anything else you might require?
"Nothing I can think of, unless you'd like to help out in the infirmary sometime?" Quinn asks.
I am not very skilled but do have some training in first aid. If you ever need my help let me know. I will do my best.
"Well," Quinn smiles as she works on her omelette, "I could help you learn more about it, if you'd like."
I think I would like that. Astrid says with a smile.
"Good." Quinn finishes her omlelette and juice with a grateful smile. "And thanks for that. I feel a lot better now."
Just doing my job. And it is my pleasure to help out. She says taking the plate and glass and going to wash them.
Quinn nods, and goes to stand. "I think I'll head out to the Rose Garden and meditate for awhile. Thanks again."
And, smiling, she heads for the Rose Garden - and deadtime.
A note is promptly sent to this establishment, floating neatly through an open window into the great room, plain to see by most, presumably.
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Thropy Toys and Trinkets is offering one free item to any member of this establishment. First come, first serve.
[Infirmary]
The sedatives begin to wear off and Butler begins to wake up.
He dreamed about the circus! There was a flying cyborg monkey!
Infirmary
Magtok comes out of deadtime, his eyes searching the area before he stands up and starts looking all over the place.
Hey Decker, you wouldn't have happened to have seen my plasma scalpel around, would you?
Hey, that metal thing sticking through his cheek, isn't that the glowy thing he used to stab the tumor with? It looks kinda weird, just hanging there, with a little trickle of blood all around it.
Infirmary
"Sir? Are you alright sir?"
That was odd. Maybe Butler was still dreaming and asleep after all. Huh.
[Infirmary]
"Did you check your face?" Decker asks.
Susan's in the great room, reviewing security footage. There hadn't been much in the way of break-ins lately, and it was slightly disappointing.
Infirmary
My what?
Magtok raises an eyebrow, and traces a hand along his left cheek, and then slides his fingertips between his lips and nose to the right cheek, until suddenly stopped by a sharp pain and a shiny object right in his face.
Oh...oh shoot, well that's going to take some-
Magtok's eyes roll up in their sockets, and he nearly faints, before an emergency back-up system kicks in. His robotic half immediately removes the scalpel, treats the wound with a MagBiotic gel, and then everything is just fine and dandy again.
Well...it looks like we're done here, Butler. Decker can keep an eye on you until you're fully awake and such, as I've got to get out of here before someone reports that I've operated on a GLoG member without approval or permission from leadership. Take another two weeks or so to adjust before drinking any more Nuka Cola, and contact me if there's anything weird or wrong or something. G'bye.
Mag hurries out the infirmary door, intending to get as far away from his suspicious activities as possible before they can be called into question.
Susan looks up from what she's doing when she spots Magtok coming into the great room.
He's not exactly greeted by a warm smile. She still remembers the time he shot her.
"Magtok." She says. "What are you doing?" She asks, not suspiciously, but she is suspicious all the same.
Infirmary
Butler pouts. Two weeks? He'll be heading back to the estate for an extended breeding week in two weeks. It may be a month or more before he gets Nuka-Cola. :smallfrown: His preciousssss...
"Alright sir. Hope you're there for my birthday sir. Bye sir." Yaaaaawn.
The (Arguably) Great Room
Magtok tries to keep on walking right for the door and ignore Susan. Better that she thinks he's rude than that she thinks he's been poking about in Butler's brain.
"Magtok?" Susan asks, pointedly. She nods towards the door and a drone floats over to block it.
Magtok sighs, and his shoulders slump down as he realizes that he's not getting out of this that easily. He turns about, frowns at Susan, and responds in a soft, faintly derisive tone, a tone that says "You're being a meaniehead and a jerk, and I'm only acting calmly because I don't want to make a big fuss and hafta use a syringe gun to put you in a coma."
If you must know, I'm quietly walking out of the Good League of Good building, trying to avoid any sort of fuss or frenzy of suspicions and accusations, after removing a brain tumor or conjoined twin sort of thingy from Butler's head that very well could've killed me when it jumped at my face and into my mouth yesterday. I'm tired, I'm recovering from the recent plasma scalpel stab through my own face to cut down the wretched thing, and I'm feeling quite irritable. Let me go.
Huh...he actually got through all of that without lying. :smallconfused:
Magtok's Room
Stu silently slinks out. Sorta. It is a mecha-suit thing after all. Seems he's ready to finally rob the place and he has Magtok to thank for it. Thanks Magtok!
He looks around before heading towards the vault. He has a variety of tools with him, carried on his suit.
*stomp-sneak*
*stomp-sneak*
"Sorry." Susan says quietly, motioning for the drone to move out of his way. She wheels out of the greatroom and into the rose garden, not looking at him.
Magtok heads for the door, and then pauses.
Wait wait wait, one last thing. I've got something on the surveillance network. Not going to give it away, but if you 'port some drones in the money vault thingy right now, it'll pay off in the next five minutes. You didn't hear so from me, though.
And with that said, Mag skedaddles.
She looks up, then motions for some drones to get down to the vault. She quickly alters course, heading down there herself.
"Thanks."
Susan might intercept the flower in a mecha suit then.
Or not. He's got a head start after all.
Of course, once he gets to the vault, he still has to break in. So she'll probably catch up to him just as he arrives.
The new member, Vlad, is here. In the kitchen, popping up some popcorn.
Stu is at the Vault door!
Stu is cutting through the vault door with a vault door cutter! Conveniently labeled as such. It's very hot and comes in the shape of shovel. It's Magtok's so ask him why a shovel. I don't know.
But it's working that door like butter. Albeit thick butter that takes a while to cut through. But shouldn't be long now.