Jordan's Office - Monday 11am

[bestdamdoctor]

I pause as I find myself passing Jordan's office. It's been some time now since I last spoke with her. Hell I think other than passing off the kids, we haven't said much to one another since the New Years Eve party. And I think she ditched that party... I sigh and stare at the door a moment longer. She can't be still living out of her office,

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[bestdamdoctor]

I tilt my head as Jumpsuit doesn't move but simply names all his projects sitting around the room. As if this is normal. And sane. I step forward into the room, thinking it best to absently throw the door closed behind me, before coming up to the "model" sitting on Jordan's desk. "Is that... the hospital?"

Does this man ever work? No, wait, scratch that. I knew this. The model's not a bad job really. Though it's obviously constructed from scavenged supplies around the actual hospital. I spot a tiny gathering of people out front. Barbie looks rightly like a scarecrow. I suppose that has to be Carla with the sprig of steel wool as her hair. She'll be thrilled to see that. And myself, I'm guessing, with the more springy curls. Is that yarn or strands from a mop?

I bend down as I spot a van parked above... How is this a surprise? I resist the urge to move the van back off of JD, since he seems to have "died" already with those X's for eyes. I toss a glance back at Lurch. "Not bad. My hair is more brown though." I lean back upright and cross my arms, pointing my chin back at the model. "You use this doll house for fun or to plot?"

[drjanitor]

I shrug, watching him carefully from across the room. Coiled spring, Janitor, if he makes a move for the model, take him down. "A little from column A, a little from column B." Pause. Then I sit myself up, 'cause it's odd as hell him being taller than me. "And hey, you try finding brown mop."

[bestdamdoctor]

Does he ever give a straight answer? Honestly. I wonder if Jordan finds that "mysterious"... rather than insane. I rest back against her desk, though sure to shift to the side some as to not bump against the model, since he seems ready to kill over any harm to it. "Fair enough." I narrow my gaze on him as he sits up. It's just... odd seeing him in here like he's claimed the office as his own. But then again, I suppose he has. "Where's Jordan?"

[drjanitor]

Yep, that's right, I shrug again. 'Cause how do I know where Jordan is? It's not like she's left a copy of her schedule taped to her desk or anything. "Not here?" I offer, 'cause I'm nothing if not the Master of Obvious. "Not stuck in the morgue again, though." I nod. "Door's all fixed." I hope. I'm not so great with door handles.

[bestdamdoctor]

I blink at him. And restrain the urge to go "Duuuuh" at his answers. Goddamn, how does she find this appealing? I shrug off his morgue statements--no need to question that, I really don't wish to end up back down there at his doing--and frown some at him. "Fine. Never mind." I toss a glance around the room. "Is she still living here? And to risk further vague answers, do you have any idea of she's apartment hunting yet?"

[drjanitor]

Well, damn. Here I am going ahead thinking mission accomplished and he actually comes back with more questions. Like it's not weird enough trying to hold some kind of conversation with him when I don't know if he knows anything's gone on with his ex-wife and me, and I don't know if he knows that I know anything's going on with Scooter and him. Question: do I care? Answer: actually, kinda.

"She is. As far as I know. Living here." Very clear, I think. At least compared to what I could've said. "And she could be apartment hunting, I don't know. I'm not the boss of her. Hmm. I guess she's kinda the boss of me. But her sister's around, maybe she's with her."

[bestdamdoctor]

Oh thank god, a straight answer. Though he looks a little uncomfortable spitting it all out. Not that I can blame him. This whole thing is... awkward. Even if I am distracted wondering just what the hell she sees in him. I snort at his turning himself into Jordan's pet.

"I've been there, my friend, and she is most definitely the boss." At a glance from him, I clarify, "She's mentioned, ya know, you two, to me, before." Wow, now I sound uncomfortable. At least we're a matched pair now. "I've kept my mouth shut though. She can tell or not tell whoever she wants. JD doesn't even know. He'd stay curled up in a ball in my apartment if he knew." There. That should please him to hear. Though why did I have to place him in my apartment? Oh well. It made sure he realized that Jordan and I still talk, about most everything, and therefore he's no secret to me. Hence I will kill him if he screws her over.

But before I can get a clear threat out, I'm sidetracked by his other bit of actual information. "Danni is in town. Oh god... So that's what happened. I thought I just lost that fifty or JD snagged it to buy a weeks worth of M&Ms." Fantastic. Well, at least Jordan has someone to bitch at now, right? That's, er, good?

[drjanitor]

I like that image. I'm really gonna have to figure a way to get her to mention it to Johnny-boy just to see that look of horror, so, so much worse than... the one I'm currently sporting. Damnit. I don't get uncomfortable, why should this be? I mean, I could just tell him the curls make him look like my sister's mousy-brown poodle or hell, have the boys lock him up in a morgue drawer again... but that's showing lack of creativity. I do not lack.

"She did?" I didn't mean to say that. And I didn't mean to almost squeak. I grimace instead, that balances it out real nice. Cough. Moving on. "Yeah, we went out for steak. With... you know, Nervous Morgue Guy. I think Blonde Sister has a crush." Pause; nod. "And probably your fifty."

[bestdamdoctor]

I quell down the smirk at his nearly squeaked surprise at her having talked to me about them. At least he seems happy I really should warn JD... about JD's probable state when told about Jordan and Jumpsuit.

I blink at yet another bit of real news from him. "Danni took Pee Pants to dinner with you all?" She must be getting desperate. But then I could never figure out why she dated the men she dated. Including JD. "I hope he has enough cash saved up to keep her happy." I grin and shake my head at that. "If he doesn't pass out before she tries anything, that is."

I sigh and shift up onto my feet again, away from the desk. "If you see Jordan, could you ask her about the apartment situation for me? I'm glad to help evict someone from my building to get her a place to stay. Other than here."

[drjanitor]

"Kid practically passed out right in his salad," I say. Pretty much true, or maybe that was just the happy place my head went to when tuning out all the talk of shopping. It's an occupation of which I'm not a fan and not just 'cause Sacred Heart pays its maintenance staff like the employees of a cheap Thai whorehouse. Without any of the excitement. At all. Ever.

I give him a nod and straighten my shirt. "If I see her. Don't know if or when she'll be back." I don't mention that I might be kinda sad to see her leave - what I do do is haul my ass up off the couch and go over to the desk and Little Sacred Heart. "Say hi to Scooter for me," I tell him. "And give him this." I scoop up the X-eyed Dorian doll (one of so very, very many) and hold it out. "Pretty sure he'll know what it means."

[bestdamdoctor]

I snort at his comment about Murphy. I don't honestly know how he'd survive being tackled by Danni... and I really don't wish to know either.

I glance up at Jumpsuit as he stands, damn he's tall, and blink as he hands me the little dead JD doll. "Er, thanks. For asking Jordan for me." I stare at the X-faced JD staring back up at me. He's got the hair just about right. I shake my head and give in to the request--hell he's doing me a favor--as I take the little doll from him. "Sure thing, Jumpsuit." I place the miniature JD in my lab coat pocket.

Then I meet his gaze again. "I know she can handle herself just fine. But careful with Jordan. She... She deserves someone who would treat her better than I ever did. Ya know?" That came out more girly and less threatening than I was going for. So I quickly shrug at him and turn for the door.

[drjanitor]

'Kay, that was unnerving. I half think it was meant like a threat but I guess Dorian's gotta be getting to him 'cause it aaalmost came out self-deprecating. Shoot, the world might just grind to a halt if that ever happened for real. I could probably get the Brain Trust together for an intervention... but that always ends up being way more booze and way less intervening than I meant it. The best parties start that way, y'know.

"Now don't forget that," I tell him, gesturing to his pocket. "It's not like I have twenty of them stashed in a baggie in one of these drawers." And it isn't, they're aaall around the hospital, dying miniature deaths in twenty different ways. "And, uh. Yeah. She's... yeah." He'll get the picture. Maybe. About as much as I did 'cause hell if I know what I'm talking about.