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[numbered_doctor]

With work done for the day, and Thirteen looking to unwind, the young doctor finds herself in Milliways this evening.

So, armed with a book and a plate of fried paradoxes, she takes up residence in one of the Bar's many couches and alternates between reading, and people-watching as she lounges.

Botherable.

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[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey Remy."

Guppy comes over, giving her a slightly preoccupied smile.

"How's it going?"

[numbered_doctor]

"Hey, Guppy."

She looks up from her book, offering Guppy a smile as he approaches.

"Hasn't been going too badly. How about you?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Not too bad thanks. Fry's making quite an impression at his new school, but he's not got into trouble yet per se."

Guppy sits down.

"Also, I, um, kind of have some sort of rash running up my arm. Which I don't recognise, and the scanner didn't either, other than to tell me to put mayonnaise on it. Which for some reason seems to be helping..."

[numbered_doctor]

"That's a little troubling," she says with a frown.

Beat.

"Wait, did you say mayonnaise? As in the condiment?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Yeah... it's also a little sticky." Guppy says, showing her.

On closer examination, there are bright red spots, and it doesn't look like the rash is still only confined to his arm...

[numbered_doctor]

Remy leans to look, but doesn't touch, frowning as she notices the spread from what he's mentioned.

"Looks like it's kept going there."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Shit!" Guppy looks alarmed, and peers inside his shirt without taking it off.

Blink.

Blink.

"I also seem to have gained some, er, chest hair."

[numbered_doctor]

"You hairy beast you," she deadpans, but can't help the grin that appears at his uncharacteristic swearing.

[guppy_sandhu]

"I-I'm normally very unhairy. One time when I went on the beach, Fran drew it on with mascara."

Guppy looks quite alarmed.

"Do you have any idea what this is? I don't know if it's relevant but I cut my finger on something yesterday."

[numbered_doctor]

That story doesn't do anything to dispel the woman's grin, or the faint chuckling.

"Haven't a clue to be honest. I haven't heard anything. Spontaneous lycanthropy?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"I don't think it was a werewolf. It's too small and I think if I'd been bitten by one I'd notice...

Oh no, what if it's... a very tiny werewolf?!"

[numbered_doctor]

This provides to be a bit too much, and Remy can only lift a hand to cover her mouth as she laughs outright.

"Like...a pygmy werewolf?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"I... I don't know." Guppy puts his head in the hand without the rash. She might think it's funny, but it's not at all funny as far as he's concerned, and he's starting to panic.

"I can't be a werewolf. What if I have to work nights on the full moon? I can't exactly phone in hairy once a month."

[crabbycustomer]

The backdoor opens on rainy darkness, and Karkat stomps in. He frequently stomps, though, and tonight he doesn't look as much pissed off as worn out. He cross the room and flops full-length on the floor in front of the fire, damp, grungy and sweaty. He has a sickle in his hand, which he could easily stow in his strife specibus, but he lets it clatter on the floor anyway.

"BLRGH," he says; it doesn't sound too unhappy, for a shapeless noise. Sometimes you just need to beat the shit out of something. Or everything.

[numbered_doctor]

Thirteen looks up at the noise, and soon spots the troll not too far away.

"Hey again," she says in greeting. "You alright?"

[crabbycustomer]

He twists his head uncomfortably to peer at her through a ragged curtain of hair. "OH IT'S YOU."

"I AM GOING TO TAKE IT AS A PARTICULARLY SALTY INSULT THAT YOU THINK THERE IS ANYTHING ON THE GROUNDS OF THIS PLACE WITH THE SLIGHTEST CAPACITY TO TROUBLE MY SERENE BADASSITUDE. YOU CAN FEEL FREE TO THINK OF ME AS TROLL WILL SMITH IN THAT MOVIE WHERE HE IS A RAGING BADASS AND CONSUMMATE LOVER, WHICH IS ALL OF THEM."

"THE CONSUMMATE LOVER PART IS NOT PARTICULARLY RELEVANT BUT IT IS AN IMMUTABLE FACT I AM CHOOSING TO STATE FOR THE RECORD AT THIS TIME."

Yeah he's fine. Mostly.

[numbered_doctor]

"I never presumed to assume that you couldn't take anything but excellent care of yourself," she says with a roll of her her eyes. "But you collapsing in a heap within spitting distance of me does cause some worry."

[crabbycustomer]

"I'M TIRED," he says tersely. "AND THERE WAS A THING CHEWING ON MY TORSO FOR A WHILE BUT I STOPPED THE BLEEDING, IT DOESN'T MATTER. IT'S NOT LIKE THERE'S ANYTHING IMPORTANT IN MY TORSO."

"I WENT INTO THE LABYRINTH AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF SOME THINGS FOR A WHILE, THAT"S ALL."

[numbered_doctor]

"Would explain why you look chewed up and spit out," she responds, and pushes the plate towards him some. "Here, eat something."

[crabbycustomer]

He nabs one of the paradoxes. "IT WASN'T ANYTHING VERY INTERESTING, JUST SOME WHOLLY DISPROPORTIONATE CATHARTIC VIOLENCE."

He stretches, wincing and showing his teeth.

[numbered_doctor]

"Some catharsis is always good," she agrees, watching concernedly as he stretches and winces. "You're sure your blood's staying inside you, then? I don't have to patch you up?"

[crabbycustomer]

"MY BLOOD STAYS WHERE EVER THE FUCK I PUT IT," he says. "THAT'S KIND OF MY THING."

"I WILL BE FINE. BESIDES I WAS KIDDING, I HAVE A LOT OF VALUABLE SHIT IN MY TORSO AND I DON'T NEED AMATEURS RUMMAGING AROUND IN THERE."

[numbered_doctor]

"I'm a doctor," she says simply. "That makes me anything but an amateur."

[crabbycustomer]

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT WORD MEANS," Karkat says, in apparent seriousness.

[numbered_doctor]

Eyebrows rise at that, but she elaborates nonetheless.

"I help and fix people who are sick or hurt."