Moira Mactaggert Says Och (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} moiramactaggert) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2012-06-14 14:33:00 |
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Who: Moira and Rahne
What: Dinner, dreams and other such discussions.
When: Yesterday
Where: A restaurant
Status: Complete!
RAting: PG!
Dinner with her bairn. Moira thought that maybe they should do this sort of thing more often. She didn't see her nearly enough, after all. It wasn't a 5 star restaurant, but it was still nice, and the food was supposed to be excellent.
Rahne entered the restaurantShe didn't like having these dresm. First the one about Reverend Craig being her father...and then the one she'd woken up from today. She'd dreamed she and the boy named Doug had crushes on each other, but she'd not expected to dream of his death.
Moira was as of yet unaware of any traumas or sadness in these dreams. She was more curious about the mutant parts, and Craig. She'd put in a few inquiries, back in Scotland. It would take some time to suss out, but things were in motion. She waved over to Rahne, "Rahne! Over here."
Rahne managed a smile for Moira. It was good to see her mum, at least. Even if it wasn't under the best of cirumstances. She made her way over to the table. "Hope I have nae made ye wait too long."
"Nae, I only just got here. I havenae even ordered yet." Moira smiled at Rahne. She was always so proud, "Get whatever ye want."
Rahne smiled again and decided on a grilled chicken breast and baked potato. "How's yuir day been?" she asked.
"Pretty good! All the new research an' equipment has helped. I've made a few interesting discoveries, that pertain to yuir dreams, but we can discuss that in a moment." Moira grinned grandly at her, and trolled, "So about those grandbabies I want..."
Rahne stared at Moira for a moment. "...I know ye mean well, but I just had a dream that a boy--that I'd earlier dreamed I had a returned crush on--took a bullet for me an' died without me even noticing he got shot until later. So....let's not talk about grandbabies. Please?"
"Och." Moira looked vaguely horrifed, "I'm sae sorry, lass. I didnae mean..."
"I know. Ye didnae know." Rahne sighed. "These dreams...so...bothersome."
"I've had some as well," Moira admitted. She ordered a steak, and some wine. Because she really wanted wine right now, "A string o'them. Mutants seem tae be a recurring theme."
"Och."
"Have ye dreamed about any..special abilities?"
"I was...a werewolf or something, in the dream where Doug...the boy died." It was an odd thing, dreaming about someone, feeling like the feeling were real...and then dashed.
"Doug..." She didn't know any Doug, but she wondered if he was out there, or if he'd met the same fate as the dreams. It was a depressing thought, "Aye...ye can transform in mine. I talk a man start up a group, tae teach ye." She smiled, "I adopt ye there, tae."
Rahne smiled. "Well, at least that bit's a nice dream." It was good to know here mum was having some good dreams. Even if they were weird dreams.
Moira nodded her head, "Had another where we all went on a pub crawl. There was ye an' me, an' some folks we havenae met yet. A right sour arse, a pretty lass we all seemed tae know well, a blue elf man."
Rahne chuckled. "That sounds like quite a time. Was it a decent pub?"
"I think sae! Ye were tae young tae drink so we gave ye fruit juice. There was a..." She paused, unsure of how to actually say this, "There was a boy, he wasnae strictly human. He was part machine."
"Huh. Well. I reckon that's not so strange when another fellow is blue and fuzzy." The dream was still strange, though.
"We called him Douglock." Moira darted her eyes.
"....."
"Aye."
Rahne just stared at her for a moment, "Do ye know why?"
Moira shook her head, "Technoorganic something or other. I knew in the dream but it's fuzzy when wakin'."
"Mm." Rahne wished the feelings could be fuzzier.
"It'll be all right, lass." Moira reached over and patted her arm, "If ye really turn intae a wolf, let me know, aye?"
Rahne smiled. "Aye, I'll tell ye."
"Thank ye. Because I think it may be possible for ye tae gain that ability..."
That made Rahne's eyebrows shoot up. "Ye actually think such things are possible?"
Moira smiled a little grimly, "I've seen enough tae believe so, aye. A man who shoots lasers out of his eyes, a lass who walks through walls. They share a link in their blood, I think."
Rahne frowned. "Strange..." But also fascinating, from a genetics standpoint.
"Verrah strange," Moira replied nodding. Dinner came, then, and she concentrated more on her steak, than talking, though her mind whirrled a mile a minute!
Rahne was glad her chicken was good, as was the baked potato.
"Any other dreams?" Moira asked, after a few moments. She decided not to mention the Legacy Virus yet. No use worrying her.
She shook her head. "Just the three. So far." She hoped she didn't have any more that envolved death. And she'd be perfectly happy if no more of them involved Reverend Craig.
"Och..." Moira nodded, "I've had some others but they're difficult tae sort through. I think mutants are fairly common in them."
And she thought Rahne was one of them. But how do you say 'you have an x-gene' in casual conversation?
Lunch was delicious. "I hope ye dinnae get any...unpleasant dreams." Rahne didn't want her mum to have to deal with that.
"I...well there have been some less than nice dreams, aye..."
Rahne frowned. That wasn't good, but she hoped they at least didn't involve any deaths. "'M sorry you've been through that."
Moira smiled softly, "I take 'em tae be warnin's." If people are showing up with these genes in their dna, than what's to stop a new virus from targetting them, and then mutating to target humans? Moira wasn't going to let that happen.
Rahne thought for a moment. "I reckon that's a pretty good way of looking at it. All things considered."
"Just..och...dunnae panic if ye start growin' fur in strange places, aye? Consider it a second puberty." Moira grinned wickedly.
Rahne blinked, then laughed. She'd needed that laugh. "Aye. I'll keep that in mind, Mum."