molly hooper (doesntcount) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-17 01:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, molly hooper, victor frankenstein |
Who: Molly Hooper and Victor Frankenstein
What: Victor needs a favor from Molly
Where: The morgue
When: Tuesday afternoon, let's say.
Rating: PG for mention of dead bodies and being in a morgue?
Status: Complete
Victor’s research was coming along splendidly. Well, he thought, as splendidly as it could given the short leashes he was put on. But now he was able to observe patients recovering from organ transplants and marking down his findings. He was, now, at last, also able to acquire organs with no home so he might start testing on the tissue. Within reason, of course.
And he was to talk to a Molly Hooper about access to the morgue and his precious organs.
Such was the life, he sighed, wandering through the morgue. He peered his head into a room and raised his eyebrows at the woman inside.
“Are you Molly Hooper?”
It seemed like perhaps Molly had just finished up with someone. She was busy wiping down the table in her gloves, with lots of antiseptic to give it a good thorough cleaning. She had barely realized that anyone was down here. It was rare that she saw anyone who wasn’t someone familiar bringing her a dead body. Since she didn’t know the voice and he clearly didn’t know her, she looked up.
Well at least she hadn’t been blasting some kind of embarrassing music.
“Ah yes, that’s me. How can I help you?”
“Sorry, I hope I didn’t startle you.” Victor wasn’t sorry. He took a step inside and held out a hand, then surveyed the scene, and dropped it. Handshakes could maybe wait until after. “I’m Doctor Victor Frankenstein. I was told I had to speak to you concerning things valuable to my current research.”
“Oh it’s okay,” she said with a small nervous smile. Molly looked down her hands and looked a bit sheepish. Great. Another guy asking about research into dead people who looked completely unhappy. “Oh sure, just give me one second and I’ll um.. be.. right with you.” she rinsed off the table really quick and then removed her gloves and threw them away. “What can I do for you?”
“Oh, please, take your time. I’m in no rush.” He clasped his hands behind his back and waited patiently, understand the process of things of this nature. “You see,” Victor started, once she’d asked, “my research focuses quite heavily on organ transplants and tissue reanimation. It was something of my speciality back on the east coast. Here, I don’t quite have the freedom I did back home, and I’m supposed to come speak to you in regards to studying bodies of those who’ve died due to organ complications.”
Since she had some time, she made sure to wipe the table off good before having gone back to him. “Oh I see. Well all right. Do you plan to study them here in the morgue? Or were you wanting to have them transported?” She went to get the chart of bodies that she had on hand so that she could figure out which had the right qualifications.
“Here in the morgue, unless I’d somehow be getting in your way.” Which, again, he didn’t care if he did or not, but his mother had raised him to be more or less polite.
“Oh uh.. well you could um.. use..” she tried to think of the best place. “You could use this table over here, if that’s all right. Do you um.. need to.. use some equipment?”
“Most likely.” Victor looked please. “You see, it’s a matter of comparing healthy - well, as healthy as anything can be after death - to unhealthy parts. It’s tedious work, but necessary.”
“All right, well the equipment is all labeled. If you can’t find something, just ask. I can imagine that’s very hard work, but worth it.” She glanced over the chart. “Well I have someone that had a brain complication. And... also a liver one, if you want? Er.. now, I mean. Whenever you want to start.”
“Are you always so nervous?” he asked. He didn’t meant to be rude, but he was curious. “Because I don’t think you need to be. You seem like an entirely capable person.”
Molly looked down at the ground and tried not to blush but it was impossible. “Afraid so. I’ve tried not to be but.. it just.. happens.” She didn’t really know why. “I don’t do well with social situations. Just.. dead people.”
“Understandable. Dead people are so much more agreeable,” he said, sincerely. “I think social situations are overrated and unnecessary for the most part.”
Oh good. Someone who understood. “They really are.” Well gee if she hadn’t heard that before. “I will go and get those bodies for you and not waste any more time then.” She smiled awkwardly and went to go get them.