Day 33: Staff-Only Outdoor Patio Lounging/Eating Area (Shift 3)

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[Unexpectedly waiting for a date with MuRaki]One down and one more to go before the long weekend hit. Jizabel thought it would be best if Dr. Disraeli left the confines of his office to be social once again. He couldn't very well learn anything of his fellow peers if he stayed in his office all the time, and besides that his last venture to the

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[Waiting for Washu, wat]

Well, that went relatively nowhere again. Maggie stormed her way onto the patio, dropped her briefcase onto the table, and sat down in a Krueger-style huff. No, not Krueger-style. Annoyed-Therapist-Style. She had enough of thinking about her bloodlines, and she wouldn't go through with it during work, not during her goddamn job!

Didn't she get enough of this in the night?!

With a complete sense of defeat, the doctor put her cup of cold coffee onto the table with her briefcase, crossed her arms over it, and rested her head down. Maybe if she put her head down, the other doctor on the patio wouldn't see her. Or talk to her.

And maybe she could shut her eyes a little, too...

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Oh no, Washu wasn't likely to do much dancing or shouting, save perhaps shouting at whoever was responsible for what had happened. Her green eyes were set in anger, her lips pursed in thought. Which meant she went right to the only real man other female doctor in the Institute, slipping into the chair opposite to her.

In complete contradistinction to her usual loud demeanor, Washu whispered to Dr. Borroughs. "...can I ask you a few questions, Maggie?"

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"Jesus!" Maggie immediately rocketed upwards and back into her chair, her right arm shooting to the side and flinging her coffee across the patio, over the railing, and down to the Courtyard. There was even a dulll "thwump" as it struck the ground.

Wasn't there a rule about bugging someone prone to gut-wrenching nightmares?!

Apparently not. Seeing Washu in such a bad mood made Maggie sober a little, and she straightened her back. "S-sure," she said. Was something the matter? "You don't look so happy."

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Washu blinked in utter baffled confusion as Maggie proceeded to freak out, even going so far as to peer over the railing to track where the coffee cup had gone before trotting back to the table. "...neither do you. Under a lot of stress, are you?"

Washu had just the invention for that! And her own concern could take a backseat to the obvious problems that Maggie Burroughs was facing, as there would surely be enough time to talk about that after figuring out what was going on with another doctor. If the doctors were out, then how could the patients get any better? It was a simple tenet of science that you always had to work with the best tools you could get! Right now, at that precise moment, Maggie was far from the best tool that the patients could get...

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Halfway though the day and he was already tired. Muraki hated it when his age caught up with him. Spells were far more draining than he remembered, even for something as complex as what he'd done. He'd spent half of his lunch period trying to re-assemble it, and it had been nothing more than a waste of energy. He didn't have the strength, patience or time to repeat it and it irked him enough for him to leave the constant reminder that was his office.

It was about time he pretended to be social again anyway. He stopped by the kitchen to make himself another large mug of coffee and carried that out onto the patio. There were only a few doctors present, and only one familiar. He crossed over to the other side of the patio where it might be less tempting to shove her off it.

There was someone there already, and out of the expected courtesy Muraki nodded at him. "Good afternoon."

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It hadn't been as entertaining as his initial thought of Professor Washu dancing across a table - he hadn't expected she'd honestly do anything that insane, really - but the flying mug of coffee from the other female's hand had left him with an amused grin following its flight. If nothing else he could never claim to have been disappointed during his trips into the social environment. Even if half of his stay this time had been by himself

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"Assuming it will be safer to take my chances with you." Muraki replied, returning the smile. Though he'd been discarding that mask for his patients more and more easily, he'd never be so careless with the staff. He set his coffee down on the table and sat across from the other doctor.

He had no doubt it would be 'safer' at this table. This man couldn't possibly have been at the institute long enough for his disappearance to stir up more trouble than necessary. He would know better than to do something stupid like calling him 'Kazutaka' or the good doctor would be glad to give an advanced, intimate anatomy lesson.

More than glad, even. From an aesthetic point of view, the other doctor was almost inhumanly beautiful. "Do you mind if I smoke? It's been a long morning."

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Jizabel's grin turned into one of mock innocence supported by what might have passed for a playful smile. "Assuming," he repeated calmly. He had no intent of giving anything save his completely fake attitude away just yet. Still, he did enjoy playing these mysterious games with adults just as well as with his younger patients. It would be no fun if people simply placed all their cards on the table upon first meetings. This Doctor seemed to know that well.

"Go right ahead," he nodded feeling that permission shouldn't even need to be requested. He was the newer of the staff here, and they were outside anyway. Nothing was stopping him except a common courtesy. Jizabel made a note of his manners before continuing on a similar strain.

"Ah, yes, I don't believe we've met properly just yet." There had been passing glances in the hallway on Jizabel's part just enough to have an idea of whom he was speaking with, but it never hurt to be certain. "My name is Jizabel Disraeli."