Mellor says "Decisions, decisions."
EDG says "Would that count as corrupting the host?"
You say "Skipping class? Possibly."
You say "Though Mellor could just ditch Angela as a host and let her take classes on her own, whilst it goes elsewhere."
Mellor says "Right at the minute, I'm far too dutiful really. Was told to go off and learn things, so I'll prolly do that first (if I remember), and host hop later .. unless I really think my life is in danger."
EDG says "No, turning her goth. :)"
You say "Only minor corruption..."
You say "What, Mellor, not going to try to get some staff who might be able to look things up?"
Mallory has connected.
Mallory waves.
arcangel waves!
Mellor says "Good point. OK, how's this for a plan. I encourage Angela to take a walk down to the medical centre -- where I try to get some nurse to take her pulse (so I can possess them), then Angela can go and study whatever and I get a chance to examine student medical records?"
Demiurge reMallory.
You say "This works!"
Mellor thinks pulse-taking is suitably cunning.
You say "Shall we start a Mellor-scene, then?"
Mallory reads backscroll, and is not icky in the least.
Mellor says "Was there anything anyone else wanted to do first? I don't want to hog time."
You say "Of course you're not, Mallory!"
EDG waves to Mallory. :)
Mallory chuckles.
Demiurge says "I think Tarot is uptodate and so on."
Mallory says "Whatever you like, arcangel."
arcangel thinks Mallory and Raven are ditching class, and Tarot is blessing peaceandquiet.
<<Scene Start>>
<<OOC>> arcangel goes with Mellor, then.
It's a lovely day. The ice cream pushcart was near the dorm, even...
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Ditching class?"
Mellor cheers Angela with happy thoughts of interns in white lab coats, and nudges her towards the chocolate ice-cream. Remember that dream? It was a sign... more ice-cream...
Angela smiles happily, remembering the wonderful ride with the Biker Dude and how he _kissed_ her, really! After giving her ice cream. That was so nice. She'll get some more.
<<OOC>> Demiurge | Public Health Warning : Eating Haagen-Dasz icecream can make you dream of Demon Princes.
<<OOC>> arcangel . o O (Andrealphus?)
<<OOC>> arcangel . o O (Haagenti?)
Mellor stirs inside Angela's head and also broods about ice-cream, which is incredible stuff and obviously totally evil.
Angela's store of cash is a bit less than it was before she started having ice-cream binges.
.. but her store of ice-cream is so much better..
Angela licks at the ice-cream, trying not to spill any of it over her dress.
A squirrel flows up and sits a few feet away, on its hind legs, looking fixedly at the ice cream.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "Do I know where the medical area might be?"
<<OOC>> arcangel says "It's on the campus map, if Mellor ever looked at that."
Mellor's non-benevolant gaze filters through its hosts eyes to the small furry creature. With a half thought, Angela searches through her pockets for something to throw at it.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "Nope. Has Angela looked at the map? :)"
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Angela has, and with a little rummaging, will remember that the Lazarus Health Center is off on the east side of campus."
In Angela's pockets, there are some coins. Her purse has a wallet in it. She hasn't been picking up sticks or stones, yet, though.
Mellor whispers to Angela that squirrels are nasty dirty vermin. One must not let them anywhere near food. And they bite.
The squirrel flows back and forth, looking eagerly at the ice cream. Angela is trying to think that they're cute dirty vermin.
Mellor infuses her with distate. Ick! Nasty squirrels! They carry all sorts of germs and things. Get it away from _your_ ice-ceram!
Angela flips a hand at the squirrel, clutching her ice-cream possessively.
Mellor exerts, flexing mental muscle to prod her into picking up a stone and throwing it at the squirrel.
The squirrel chitters and runs away.
Ah, a wonderful day, when one can throw stones at small furry animals who had designs upon one's ice cream.
All too soon, the ice-cream is being finished, though.
Mellor takes far too much enjoyment from the ice-cream, really. It reminds Angela of cute doctors in lab coats. Onwards. Mush.
Angela skips along, thinking of cute doctors. She giggles, for some reason finding the idea of "playing doctor" funny.
Mellor sends an enquiring thought to her pitiful mortal mind. 'Why?'
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Mushy stuff coming up, evidently."
Angela thinks of little kids playing with their shirts off. Then she thinks of the Biker Dude in a lab coat and giggles intensely.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "Like -- did you ever wish you hadn't asked someone abotu something?"
You paged Mellor with 'Yes, your host _would_ seem to have an unhealthy tendency to think really _weird_ thoughts about your Prince. How disconcerting. Heh.'.
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Oh come now. A shedite, being grossed out?"
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Sophistry."
Mellor is uncomfortably sure that this might be dangerous HeresyThink. So encourages her to finish removing the clothes mentally, but not with much enthusiasm. It's a strain to not superimpose extra tentacles or insect-eyes on the mental image.
Angela removes clothing mentally. There's not really much to see, though, without extra tentacles or eyes.
Mellor suggests more tentacles then! But she can decide where to put the,,
<<OOC>> Mellor says "them"
Angela skips towards the Medical Center, putting tentacles on the mental image. She doesn't do anything with them, though, and drifts back to thinking about motorcycle rides.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "I am constantly grossed out by mortals. It's being inside their heads that does it."
Angela . o O (I wonder if he'll come back? So romantic! Like a, a, a dark knight!)
<<OOC>> Demiurge laughs.
Mellor pages: I think my host is just disconcerting. Almost makes one with Asmodeus would just eat her.. or whatever he does with insignificant mortals.
Long distance to Mellor: arcangel giggles. "Perhaps this was all intended, when he told Mellor to use a female host."
<<OOC>> Mallory peers at Mellor. "Perhaps you would rather be inhabiting the minds of animals?"
Mellor adds vampiric tendencies and batwings to the motorcycle. 'So romantic.. batwings and tentacles...' it suggests to her.
Angela leaves the tentacles out, but now imagines a flying motorcycle with batwings.
The large, blocky-modern shape of the Lazerus Health Center looms ahead.
Mellor pages: He wants a host that will think odd things about removing his clothes. Very strange.
You paged Mellor with 'Or wants to inflict one of those on Mellor. Who knows? You'll have to ask.'.
Mellor pages: Oh eek.
Mellor sits comfortably in the back of Angela's mind as she waltzes inside. The aim is to locate one of the nursing staff
<<OOC>> Mellor says "I'd rather be inhabiting other demons ;P"
Angela looks around hopefully for cute doctors in lab coats.
There is someone in a white uniform behind a desk, at the other side of the stark lobby. She looks up. "May I help you, miss?"
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Not going to happen, slime-boy."
Angela blinks her blue eyes at the uniformed person and presses a hand to her forehead. "I.. wonder if I could see a nurse, or a doctor?"
<<OOC>> arcangel considers giving Mellor a Hellsworn to inhabit?
From afar, Mellor just dreams of learning the song of Possession :)
The woman in the white uniform nods. "Yes. What symptoms do you have?"
<<OOC>> EDG says "Not Raven, I hope..."
Long distance to Mellor: arcangel grins. "But you'd be alone inside the body!"
"I don't feel well," Angela says, over-dramatically. She is still looking around for cute doctor-types.
Mellor pages: Oh argh.
The woman in the white uniform says, "Nausea? Fever?"
Angela nods.
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Cranial demon inhabitation."
The woman frowns. "When did it start?" She is typing on the computer.
"I don't really know. Last week?" Angela says hopefully. She presses her hand to her forehead again, to check the temperature.
The woman frowns more. "That sounds serious. Do you have a student ID?"
Mellor coils and roils comfortably as Angela gets her ID out of the embroidered purse and offers it to the woman.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "A hellsworn should feel honoured to have the offer of a resident shedite!"
The woman takes it, enters in some more data, and hands it back. "All right. Please sit down, and someone will be with you shortly."
Angela says, "Thank you," and flutters lashes at the woman. She takes the seat, smoothing down her skirt.
The minutes tick.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "It wouldn't be a medical place if they didn't make you wait."
Mellor encourages Angela to day-dream of dark men with winged motorbikes, and ice-ceram, and sinners being cast into the fiery.. ^H^H^Hother nice things
Angela daydreams happily. Especially about the motorbike.
Angela asks herself/the voice in her head, "Do you think I'll see him again? Do you think he liked me?"
Mellor cuddles itself closer to Angela, mentally, and assures her that he'll be back. He loved her. He owned her completely. He still does. And wasnt the ice-cream great?
Dr_Mendel pokes his head out of a doorway to Angela's right. He's in his mid-twenties, clean-shaven, with dark hair, and rugged features. He slightly resembles Angela's biker friend.
Dr_Mendel looks around. "Angela Leshan?"
Angela . o O (Yummy ice cream! Oh! Cute doctor!)
Angela blinks out of her own thoughts and waves weakly towards the doctor.
Dr_Mendel smiles warmly. "Hi. I'm Dr. Mendel Siegel. Why don't you come on in and let me take a look at you?"
Mellor lets Angela propel herself towards the doorway. It only worries when it catches itself thinking that he looks quite cute as well...
Dr_Mendel steps aside to let Angela enter, then closes the door behind him.
"Hi", she says, watching the doctor from the corner of an eye. "I don't feel too good."
Dr_Mendel says "So I hear."
Angela says, "I think my pulse is too fast! But I might be taking it wrong..."
Dr_Mendel checks a sheet of paper lying on a table to the side of the room. "Nausea and fever.. anything else?"
Mellor pages: Err.. what else do I think can go wrong with humans?
You paged Mellor with 'Headaches.'.
You paged Mellor with 'Belly bites!'.
You paged Mellor with 'Angela thinks of measles and poison ivy and headaches and cramps (?).'.
Dr_Mendel nods. "I see... well, let's check this out, shall we?" He pulls a thermometer from a sterilizer, slips a sterile cover over it, and turns to face her. "You know how to use one of these, right?" He grins.
Mellor interrogates Angela for whether she knows how to use a thermometer.
Angela thinks of a thermometer in her mouth.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Alas, she doesn't have a dirty-enough-mind to giggle."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Mellor really must get a more worldy host sometime."
<<OOC>> Dr_Mendel says "That's a "clear, long, thin thing with a shiny tip and a semitransparent thing wrapped around it", Mellor. ;)"
Angela nods. "Under the tongue?"
<<OOC>> Mellor doesn't really care what it is, just asks Angela if she knows.
Dr_Mendel grins again. "Someone taught you well. Why don't you pop this in while I take your pulse?"
<<OOC>> Mellor says "I'm just too pure and innocent for this mortal world."
<<OOC>> arcangel pats Mellor. Will get it a worldly host someday.
Mellor is tempted to find out what the silvery stuff tastes like, after all, I am about to host-jump.
Dr_Mendel hands the thermometer to Angela, then takes her wrist with one hand and looks at the watch on the other.
<<OOC>> Demiurge says "Ack."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "And Mellor does the Shedite Ooooooze. Or tries. Will-roll?"
<<OOC>> Dr_Mendel says "Ack?"
<<OOC>> Demiurge says "Mercury is not good to eat."
Angela toys with the thermometer, before dutifully poking it into her mouth. She eyes up the doctor, and tries to make her chest look bigger.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "I know ;)"
<<OOC>> Demiurge says "The word "poisonous" comes to mind."
<<OOC>> Demiurge grins.
Mellor asks Angela if she ever wonders what the silvery stuff tastes like.
Angela thinks of broken glass and goes yuck.
Mellor prods. 'It might be nice....'
'Might be like ice-cream.;
Angela thinks, "But it wouldn't _work_ anymore. That would be bad."
Mellor leaves mercury-eating for a future host and gathers itself to do some oozing.
<<GAME>> Mellor rolls the d666 and gets 6 1 CHECK: 5.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "That makes the Ooooooze. Dr. Mendel?"
<<GAME>> Dr_Mendel rolls the d666 and gets 5 3 CHECK: 1.
<<OOC>> Dr_Mendel says "Hah! Failed miserably."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Mellor is now Dr. Mendel. NPC status goes to Angela."
Angela_L blinks and suddenly feels... emptier.
This new host is different. Male, of course. Taller. Thicker. With more things in its brain.
Mellor blinks the new eyes a couple of time, working itself around the new perspective. Interesting. Very interesting. It tunes in to the host's current thought patterns and worms its way inside.
<<OOC>> Mallory wonders what Mme di Ordo will say when Mellor shows up for class as a doctor.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "You think I'm planning to show?"
<<OOC>> Tarot says "You're supposed to."
<<OOC>> Mellor says "well, maybe after I have poisoned the entire facility. Hah! Drugs on tap!"
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Weren't you supposed to keep to the rules?"
<<OOC>> Mellor says "I keep forgetting them?"
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Failing to show would affect your Grade. And remember where your report card goes to."
<<OOC>> arcangel tsks.
Mellor introduces itself to the new host in its own special way, working the mind tentacles in carefully. Much more in this one's head. Could be confusing. 'Get rid of the girl,' it prompts. She's fine.
The doctor blinks as the mind tendrils seep into his brain. He frowns at his watch.
Angela_L pulls the thermometer out of her mouth and looks at it in dismay. "Ninety-eight point six... but I still feel really hot." She unbuttons the top button of her dress and fans herself weakly with her hand.
Mellor interrogates the doctor-mind for whether we have any drugs to fob her off with. Clearly this must all be entered in the _records_. Must check records.
The doctor says, a bit woodenly, "Er... I need to check the records. To see if you need anything." He turns towards the other door into this room, thinking of an office and computer beyond.
Angela_L nods and undoes the second button.
Mellor thinks this is fun!
The doctor heads out the door, leaving it open behind him. There is another hallway here, and he goes towards one of the doors across the hall from this one.
Mellor clenches the hands, and unclenches them. Larger than the last host, definitely. It settles in as he walks.
Mellor pages: I want him to do a check on renegades and outcasts, Might need a will roll?
The doctor goes to one of the doors. The door has a little plastic plate on it that reads, "Dr. Mendel Siegel." Beyond it, there is a tidy office, with a computer on the desk.
You paged Mellor with 'You can get him to do a check -- printing it out or letting anyone else look at it will take a Will roll.'.
You paged Mellor with 'You're going to have to guess who's an Outcast and who's a Renegade, though, if he doesn't know how to search for same.'.
Mellor whispers to the host softly, mimicing the voice of his conscience. 'Have to be careful with these, might not be human at all.' Finding out how aware he is of non-human elements./
The doctor mutters, "Might not be human at all..." He shakes his head, suddenly confused.
Mellor suggests strongly that the doctor should begin by searching for renegade demons, because one can never be sure, And the way she was unbuttoning her clothing did strongly suggest lust...
He sits at the desk, tapping the spacebar to make the screen-saver of fish go away.
The doctor accesses the medical records, and then pauses, his thought swirling in confusion. "What am I doing?" he mutters. "Looking for... for..."
'For renegades', Mellor prompts.
The doctor searches the screen. There is a field for names, for student ID, for genders, for symptoms... There is not a field for Renegades.
Mellor hangs on tight, tentacles erupting into tiny claws, as the thoughts swirl in confusion around it.
Mellor attempts to suggest searching for race, for celestial, for demons...
The doctor finds "Ethnicity" on the screen. Haltingly, he types in "Demon."
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Someone's gonna be laying off the coffee soon."
<<OOC>> Mellor says "Depends what it turns up!"
The screen shows an hourglass, tipping over and over. Then a screen pops up that says "ID" and "Password" next to two blank fields.
Mellor hmmm.
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Mellor, SquickBoy"
<<OOC>> Tarot says "But he's being a real Gamester! Penetrating into foreign territory and accessing their records!"
Mellor pokes into the doctormind. What now?
<<OOC>> Mellor says "But not very successfully :)"
The doctor looks at the box. He's never seen it before.
With prodding, he thinks of his username and password for the campus net.
Mellor memorises them, because you never know.
Mellor pokes around for a bit more, and coils closer to the hostmind. 'It's only concern for a patient. What a fine medic you are, so concerned for such underserving mortal scum...'
Mellor tries, anyway.
The doctor nods. Of course. Of course. Should he use his password here? Would it work?
Mellor thinks it is worth a try, impatiently.
The doctor types in his username and the password.
The screen blanks, shows the hourglass again, and then another screen pops up. "Access Denied. User not authorized."
<<OOC>> Mallory says "And all the alarms in the NOC go off. *ding ding ding ding ding*"
<<OOC>> arcangel hums innocently.
Mellor coils irritably at stupid computers. Lets the doctor just look up Angela instead. On to plan C.
The doctor looks up Angela. The screen fills with the appropriate information about her, her vaccination records, the symptoms of her most recent visit to the Health Center. He mutters, "Oh, I forgot to record her pulse."
Mellor suggests the doctor make up something suitable. She was obviously quite healthy.
I don't recognize that name.
You paged Tarot with 'Tarot's computer pings. It is an email from Campus Security that suggests Tarot spend some time in class discussing the concept of Following The Rules and Not Trying To Hack The Records.'.
The doctor hesitantly types in the pulse he thinks she had.
Mellor sends waves of helpful encouraging thoughts at the gutbag. Next, we can check one of the classmates whose names we^H^HI know.
Mellor gets him to type in Jude's name,
From afar, Tarot sighs, sends a "Message received and will be acted upon - oh, and any results from that car which followed me?" response.
The doctor types in Jude's name. Is prompted for a last name.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "Have I heard his last name?"
<<OOC>> arcangel thinks. "He introduced himself to Randy?"
<<OOC>> Mellor says "I _think_ so."
<<OOC>> arcangel checks.
<<OOC>> Tarot says "He did, I think."
<<OOC>> Mellor says "He probably lied though. Angels are scum like that. Especially Judgment!"
<<OOC>> arcangel says "He said his last name."
Mellor whispers the last name in the depths of the doctor's head, like inspiration from the deep
You paged Tarot with 'The email comes back, "Nothing yet on the car. All the fingerprints indicate the same vessel, but Force-printing suggests someone else was Singing."'.
The doctor types in "Jude Wallace." Information on the screen comes up. It gives a date of birth (the day that he met Mellor/Randy in the Library, but a different year), vaccination records, and a clean bill of health. It says he is blood-type O-negative.
Mellor thinks that Jude is blood-type 'stupid' and also thinks the doctor should change the records to record this important data!
The doctor tries to type this in, but the field won't accept it.
The field gets to STU and stops.
From afar, Tarot nods. This would square with Shedite-in-host, right?
Mellor contains its annoyance with anything that stops it doing whatever its last whim was. 'That was useful' it informs the doctor. 'Very subtle. Leave it that way, so that other intelligent people like you will be able to interpret it. hen, time to return to the patient.'
Mellor thinks Bad Thoughts about the computer here.
You paged Tarot with 'Well, Shedim can't possess celestials with their resonance. Song of Possession, though, perhaps...'.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "Next step, possess a computer tech and bring the network down, to express my existential angst!"
From afar, Tarot nods. Thanks.
The doctor closes up the computer and puts the screen saver back on, standing up to go back to the examination room.
<<OOC>> Tarot says "That will doubtless allow you to meet the Servitors of Jean on campus."
<<OOC>> Mellor says "They're no fun."
<<OOC>> arcangel | The computer forms a smiley-face -- with a lot of eyes and smiles. The text on the screen says, "Hi. Call me Bezek."
Mellor does enjoy the new perspective. Taller. It pokes the doctormind for thoughts about Angela, with no shirt on.
The doctor thinks of this briefly, then shakes his head.
Mellor approves more of this host.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "It doesn't think of squishy things?"
Angela_L has undone the third button by the time the doctor gets back. She's not showing anything, but she's close.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "It doesn't automatically think everything else is cute."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Its hormones are obviously less appalling than Angela's."
Doctor smiles professionally at Angela, "You can do your shirt up now," he says.
Angela_L pouts. "Shouldn't you listen to my heartbeat?"
"Your pulse is fine," he smiles. "But I'm going to prescribe you a little something for stress."
Mellor prompts the doctor to get rid of her quickly, and encourages thoughts of some placebo or sleeping pills.
Angela_L pouts more and gets up, but only buttons one button.
The doctor thinks of the drawer with the sugarpills.
Mellor studies Angela with fond feelings of ownership from behind the new host's eyes, now that it doesn't have to actually experience the squicky thoughts. The doctor moves across to the drawer and picks out the sugarpill container.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Now, if only you could prescribe a spaying..."
<<OOC>> Angela_L says "Hey now."
<<OOC>> Mellor says "Wait until I have a better idea what medical people can actually do, and what drugs I have on tap."
<<OOC>> arcangel snickers.
<<OOC>> Mellor wants to see if campus security will hound me out of this host :)
<<OOC>> arcangel chuckles.
The doctor writes down some scribbles on a piece of paper and gives it to the girl, with the small pill bottle. "I'd like you to take these three times a day, after meals. OK? And if you have any problems, come right back."
Angela_L nods. "Okay. If it'll make me feel better."
Doctor nods sagely and smiles at her. "This should sort everything out. Now, don't you have classes to go to?"
Angela_L says "Not for another hour...."
<<OOC>> arcangel wonders if Mellor should have an Int roll to figure out Angela may be thinking squickythoughts about its current host.
<<GAME>> Mellor rolls the d666 and gets 6 1 CHECK: 6.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "I think that was a major fail ;)"
<<OOC>> arcangel says "No, you made it!"
<<OOC>> arcangel says "You're a smart little Sheddie."
Mellor pages: So.. I figure she is thinking lustful thoughts? (Good job I'm not here to corrupt people, really)
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Slimy, but smart."
Long distance to Mellor: arcangel nods. "It was thinking squickythoughts -- and it thought that the doctor (your current host!) looked a bit like your Prince's vessel.
Doctor's eyes widen as Mellor realises with some distaste that Angela is thinking squicky thoughts about the current host, comparing it to its prince.
"Was there anywhere you were supposed to be, Angela?" he asks.
Angela_L says "Not until class..."
Angela_L puts the pills and the note in her purse.
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Perhaps you should prescribe birth control while you're at it."
<<OOC>> Mellor says "Why? The more, the merrier."
<<OOC>> arcangel | Angela gasps. Why, only _bad_ girls take birth control!"
Mellor searches the hostmind for some excuse that will get rid of her.
Dr. Mendel thinks... She's fine. Really. He has paperwork he should be doing, if there are no patients.
"If you'll excuse me, I have some paperwork I need to catch up on." He clears his throat dismissively and heads back for the office.
Angela_L nods sadly and leaves.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "So, what's Mellor going to do? Let the host do paperwork? Or try its Master Computer Cracker tricks?"
<<OOC>> Mellor says "I'm going to try and play with the computer. Perhaps my subtle yet devious demonic intelligence can uncover what the puny mortal failed to do."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Okay."
Mellor pages: Computer Ops is fine. I'm not that interested in thinking up clever computing schemes OOCly ;)
<<GAME>> Mellor rolls the d666 and gets 6 1 CHECK: 4.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "And makes it!"
<<OOC>> Mellor pats the dice.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Okay, tell me what you were trying to do with it."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "What endpoint of data you're looking for."
<<OOC>> Mellor says "Really I want to find out who the demons are -- but if that's impossible, err. Anything I can get on non-human species/ blood types. Or Tarot :)"
<<OOC>> Tarot eyes Mellor.
After much tweaking and entering in names, Mellor discovers that the original blood-type for the group it met at the start -- Jude, Daria, Elysia, etc. -- are O- or O+. It can do a search on blood-type, and uncover another batch of these. Several are in Campus Security. Tarot's data...
You paged Tarot with 'Got a blood type?'.
Tarot pages: Um. I suspect Tarot's blood is close enough to human that she can take transfusions, though her general metabolism is a bit more efficient than the human norm.
Tarot pages: So make her an AB, Rh Negative. (As that's rarish.)
Long distance to Tarot: arcangel grins. "Almost universal reciever. Hee."
From afar, Tarot grins.
Tarot is a AB-negative. Has all the other vital statistics, with a few notes about pulse irregularity, and nothing to be alarmed about. Also a note that if she is admitted to the center, it must be entered into the computer promptly.
Tarot pages: She has an unduly high temperature as a norm, too.
Mellor gets the doctor to enter it into the computer, just to see what happens.
Her temperature is also over-high -- this is marked as normal.
The computer does nothing obvious.
Long distance to Tarot: arcangel | There is a ping of Tarot's email box. The Subject is: "Are you here?"
Mellor feels that this is tedious, and releases the doctor to do soem paperwork, still poking around inside the man's head.
From afar, Tarot | Tarot sends a reply back of, "Yes."
You paged Tarot with 'The reply comes back: "Someone entered you as admitted into the Lazerus Health Center."'.
Tarot pages: Well, not a "yes, I am at the medical centre", but "yes, I am in my office."
Dr. Mendel turns to paperwork.
Tarot pages: Tarot sends an email requesting the identity of said admitter, and querying if there can have been some error.
You paged Tarot with 'The reply comes back as: "Dr. Mendel Siegel."'.
From afar, Tarot emails Dr. Mendel Siegel, with a note stating that she is currently in her office, and querying his entering her on the records.
In Dr. Mendel's office, his computer bleeps. There is email for him.
Mellor stretches lazily and allows the doctor to deal with the new stimulus. At least the computer is doing _something)
Dr. Mendel reaches over and brings it up. It is a message from Tarot di Ordo, stating she is currently in her office, and querying his entering her on the records as in the Lazerus Health Center.
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Nabbed."
<<OOC>> arcangel almost falls out of her chair, laughing.
The Doctor's fingers jabber gracelessly against the keyboard, and with frequent stops for corrections (unusual lack of co-ordination there), he replies that the system is just being tested. Nothing untowards to worry about, sorry for taking up her time. Reminds her professionally that it is good practice to come in for a checkup regularly.
Mellor watches letters appear on the screen through the doctor's eyes and smiles viciously -- without moving the host;s lips.
<<OOC>> Mellor says "I'll be nabbed as soon as anynoe realises Angela was in here."
<<OOC>> Mallory says "Gosh, whose records went into the system not 20 minutes before all the queries?"
<<OOC>> Mellor says "Jude's?"
<<OOC>> Tarot says "Does this ever happen normally, arcangel? "Checkups on the system" like that?"
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Ah... not that you've heard, really. If they check the system, you usually hear about it _before_. But who knows. Earth is a weird place."
From afar, Tarot also suspects that Tarot's last checkup was after getting out of Hell, so within the last few months.
Long distance to Tarot: arcangel grins. "Yup."
Tarot sends back an email saying his response is noted, and stating that she came in for a checkup a few months ago.
Mellor decides, on the doctor's behalf, that no further reply is necessary.
Tarot turns back to her work, in her office. (Ah, sweet ignorance.)
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