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[x_husk]

HEY GUYS!  I went out and was awesome today.  You know it's true because the Captain bought me beer.

In other news: Forge!  Can I have one of those whatsits, uh.  Medical tricorder?  Medical bio scanners?  THOSE THINGS!  That mean I can stab people - like Gar, how you doing, chickpea? - in the neck with needles that aren't needles?  Can you make me one?  That'd be awesome.

If my new catchphrase is following around, uh.  Someone, I'll have to find someone genius, reckless yet endearing so I don't kill them, going, "I can fix that!" you'll know he'll have succeeded.

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[x-forge.livejournal.com]

You got into my coffee again, didn't you? What have I told you about my coffee? It is not made for those of mere mortal metabolism.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Nono, that was just the pint talking very loudly and letting the world know why we don't give Paige anything other than tall, weak gin and diet tonic. That, and carbs.

Ew.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Respect the coffee.

Carbs are like vitamins, right?

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Ugly, bloaty vitamins, sure. And I do respect the coffee, during our one night stand, but diet Coke and I are in a very healthy relationship and I'd prefer not to- this metaphor is too long already, you know what I mean.

So, do I have a medical tricorder yet?

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I could cobble together a handheld MRI or CT scanner, and link it to a medical diagnostics/records database on a fractal memory drive. Not quite the "point and diagnose" science fiction nonsense, but as close as we can get without spending twenty million dollars per unit.

Also, I'm not allowed to scavenge medlab equipment for spare parts. I'm told Amelia will teleport away bits of me that I still have use for if I touch her stuff.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Wait. Does that mean we could make one, if we had twenty million dollars?

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

I was just throwing out a number. Jennie handles almost all of my usual expense accounting.

(Yes, I know I'm the one with the degree. But that girl loves numbers in a possibly inappropriate way.)

But you suggest an intriguing concept, one that I shall add to the ever-lengthening experimental queue.

[x-wallflower-.livejournal.com]

Ooooh.

[x-catseye.livejournal.com]

Isn't ManySkinsGirl awesome every day? Catseye does not understand.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

That's true, I kind of am. But yesterday, I was than regular awesome. Or, awesome that was recognized with alcohol.

Which is sort of like awesome that is recognized with pastrami, but if it were liquid. Sort of.

[x-catseye.livejournal.com]

Alcohol is SmellyBadStuff! Pastrami is much more awesome! When people drink too much SmellyBadStuff Catseye thinks they get laked!

Except ManySkinsGirl was happy when she had SmellyBadStuff and not angry or sad so Catseye thinks she will only lake if ManySkinsGirl is angry or sad when she drinks SmellyBadStuff. Nyah!

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Consider it a deal, my dear.

[x-catseye.livejournal.com]

Okay! Does ManySkinsGirl want a pastrami sandwich? Catseye is making some. Catseye thinks they are good for people who drank too much SmellyBadStuff!

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

What the hell are you on???

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Reading comprehension for the win: it was a pint. Yay low alcohol tolerance levels due to lack of mass!