When: Thursday, October 16 Where: The clinic Who: Dr. Horrible and OPEN to anyone who'd have business being there What: This is a nightmare Rating: PG?
Hawk wandered into the room. His head buried in charts, well, the patient was doing alright, if he'd been able to sleep he'd be in very good... wait a second.
"What's this? He shouldn't even be talking, go away everybody! No, shoo!" He started to make shushing motions with his hands at people.
Lorne looked up at the good doctor and smiled apologetically. "Just keeping him company, Doc! No harm, no foul right?" Green hands were lifted in mock surrender then he glanced to Lulu-Belle.
Hunched over from his coughing fit, Dr. Horrible nonetheless managed to raise his head long enough to give both of them the evil eye. The evil eye was a little unfocused, but it got his point across. He sank back against his pillow, palms pressed to his throbbing head.
Normal or condition? He paused, thinking about it. Then grinned brilliantly. "Oh, it's a condition of fabulousness, Doc." Lorne laughed, but then shrugged. "Perfectly normal, actually. Though my horns are a little smaller.." They had been a point of sensitivity for a time, when he was growing up on Pylea. But here? Now? Not really a bother at all.
Unless a cousin happened to pop by again. Shudder.
Red nails and red horns, that meant that his keratin was red. Assuming that his body had keratin like most other mammals. Was he a mammal? Oh, of course he was. Red eyes? He'd say albino, but there no way he'd be albino with that skin.
He realized he was being rude and shook his head, he'd try and snag the guy later or something.
"Right, Frank's been though a lot, lets let him sleep huh? Clear out people." Like hell he was gonna call this guy 'Dr. Horrible'. He'd started calling him Frank as a crack on ol' Frank Burns but it had stuck.
Used to being studied, stared at, what-have-you, Lorne simply quirked a bright smile, and rocked on his heels. "Alright alright--" He paused, blinking bright eyes. Frank? Ah. Frank. Definitely not Billy then. But he was so..!
Lorne thought that perhaps he should talk with a Doctor. Or Clarice. Someone who might be able to tell if his abilities were going wonky. "Sorry Frankie-dear. Doc." He nodded his head to them both. It was still weird..but why would he be called Frank, if he wasn't Frank?
Frank. Dr. Horrible had grumbled about that as he'd grumbled about the nicknames Lorne kept trying to foist off on him. But he hadn't exactly been in any condition to argue when Hawkeye had started, and it had stuck in spite of him. Now, maybe, he should be glad it had, as he noted Lorne's reaction. After all, if he was 'Frank', then he wasn't Billy, now was he? Even if Frank was a stupid name.
He wasn't going to put up with Lorne calling him 'Frankie-dear' either, but that was a battle that would have to wait. For now he settled for a muffled groan.
Lorne smiled apologetically and looped his arm around Lulu's in a genial manner, to escort her out. But he paused when Hawkeye started singing Guys and Dolls. Then glanced back to the Doctor quietly. "It might not be where home started, Doc.." The crazy town in Canada. "But it could be home now. And is a lot better.." Lorne trailed off then.
It's better than war. And would be better with people around him to support him in times ahead. But the demon ducked his head again in apology. Didn't mean to read without permission.
"Great, mind readers, aliens, rumors of vampires, mind readers, next your gonna tell me we've got witches." Hawk groused. He was somewhat bothered but really kinda intrigued by it all. "I need a drink," he said wryly.
"That ain't a rumour, Doc!" The vampires. Neither was the rumour of a slayer. But Lorne was grinning brightly at it. It was home. And they did have witches! At least two of them, that Lorne knew about!
"I'm opening a karaoke bar soon. You can get your drinks there too. And belt out more Guys and Dolls songs. Or maybe a Chicago song." Hawkeye singing Razzle Dazzle intrigued Lorne to no end.
"What's this? He shouldn't even be talking, go away everybody! No, shoo!" He started to make shushing motions with his hands at people.
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"Huh? Is that normal or some sort of condition?" he found himself asking before he had time to think about it.
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Unless a cousin happened to pop by again. Shudder.
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He realized he was being rude and shook his head, he'd try and snag the guy later or something.
"Right, Frank's been though a lot, lets let him sleep huh? Clear out people." Like hell he was gonna call this guy 'Dr. Horrible'. He'd started calling him Frank as a crack on ol' Frank Burns but it had stuck.
Frank was Dr. Horrible to him.
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Lorne thought that perhaps he should talk with a Doctor. Or Clarice. Someone who might be able to tell if his abilities were going wonky. "Sorry Frankie-dear. Doc." He nodded his head to them both. It was still weird..but why would he be called Frank, if he wasn't Frank?
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He wasn't going to put up with Lorne calling him 'Frankie-dear' either, but that was a battle that would have to wait. For now he settled for a muffled groan.
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"Get out get out get out get out get out your rocking the boat." he sang, "And yes I do know the lyrics are 'sit down' but I don't care, get!"
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It's better than war. And would be better with people around him to support him in times ahead. But the demon ducked his head again in apology. Didn't mean to read without permission.
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"I'm opening a karaoke bar soon. You can get your drinks there too. And belt out more Guys and Dolls songs. Or maybe a Chicago song." Hawkeye singing Razzle Dazzle intrigued Lorne to no end.
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