Destination Murder CHARACTERS: Redshaws, Russians & doctors. TOPIC: Oops! DATE & TIME: April 22nd, 2015 @ 9:06am. LOCATION: Xavier's, medlab. RATING: M.
"So you know that whole joke about both Troy and I dating Pete at the same time? It's for real. And we have group sex." The Navajo lady shared with the Indian woman opposite her. Tory was sitting in an exam room in a paper gown, and had her phone next to her hand. She'd just texted Piotr and Troy. She was going to need a little hero support. "So..." she pursed her lips and watched Chandra's face for a few moments, "what do I do about that?" There wasn't an answer, because there wasn't anything to do. But sometimes asking a doctor something just made it more concrete. Like, 'does this look contagious?'.
"I mean," she readjusted, crossing her legs at the ankles, "how soon can we tell if Pete's the dad?" Troy would be destroyed if things were reversed, so she hadn't even brought his name into the audible realm. There was a fierce, familiar feeling in her to protect her brother... and his sanity. Maybe her hands were shaking, or maybe it was just chilly. Damned Redshaw cold-ass genes. Oh god. Gross. F'real. No, she was shaking.