[log] Trapped at the Drive-thru[closed]

[jumpthegun]

Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Sylar, Rhys, Angel, Vaughn, and Beckett (and possibly the Cat)
Location: Building 248
Date: Day 177
Summary: Far too many people descend on a fast food joint for supplies.
Warnings: Please just note note them in the subject line if they come up!

[A fast food restaurant. The exact details of the brand are missing, but it sells fairly standard fare: hamburgers, french fries, chicken nuggets, soda... Sadly, it seems like they don't have milkshakes or ice cream, but sometimes they have coffee! This place is regularly stocked with food, so no one can stay here overnight. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREE, TRAVELLING NORTH, IF ANY ASSISTANCE IS REQUIRED CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME" is written on one of the walls. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE." is written on the wall.]

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[headjacked]

[ Fortunately for everyone involved, the pickle is dislodged and coughed up before anyone needs to get bent.

But not before Dumpy swings in, alarmed, and orbits around the two while shrieking.

After a few coughs/deep breaths, Rhys looks for something -- anything -- to deflect the embarrassment. Something to focus on. ]

...y-your coffee spilled.

[ Yes. Good. ]

[jumpthegun]

Never mind the coffee. Are you all right?

[One of John's hands is up on Rhys' shoulder, and the doctor is staring with no small amount of concern... whilst ignoring the incredibly annoying little robot that's circling them.]

Bloody hell. I know you wanted apple pie, but the alternative of death's going a bit far.

[headjacked]

Yeeeeeaaaaah --

[ Another couple of coughs before he rights himself. ]

Fine, just d- Dumpy. [ The spinshrieking stops, and the incredibly annoying little robot glues himself to Rhys' side. ] - don't tell anyone about that. Especially Alfie.

[jumpthegun]

[John stares at Rhys for a moment, then pointedly turns and looks toward the rest of the people in the restaurant. He turns his attention back to Rhys and raises his brows.]

I don't think it's me you need to worry about, mate.

[headjacked]

[ After a wheeze, he casts a glance in the direction John was looking, and purposefully moves behind the good doctor.

Because he can totally block Rhys from the vision and judgement of everyone else in the restaurant.


Totally. ]

They didn't really notice, did they??

[jumpthegun]

[Rhys, you're a half a head taller than him. That's not going to work.]

Dumpy's very loud, Rhys. Luckily, I think most everyone here already knows you're a ridiculous man.

[headjacked]

[ After an exaggerated, hand-over-heart backsteppy motion, Rhys responds in a wounded tone. ]

You know, I hurt all over. Badly. You didn't need to go for the ego.

[ It's mostly a joke. Mostly. ]

[jumpthegun]

[John starts to smile, but then he remembers the MN poisoning. And his own levity dissipates.]

D'you still have any meds for your MN Poisoning?

[headjacked]

[ Oof, yeah. That subject. ]

Some of Greg's meds. Uhm. Running kind of low, though. Do you think you could get me my own prescription?

[jumpthegun]

Yeah. What dose have you actually been taking each day? I know Dr. House has a very high dosage and I'd prefer to get you on something more appropriate.

[headjacked]

Usually just half. That used to kind of mess me up, b-but the major issue has been dealt with.

[ As if it doesn't STILL mess him up. ]

[jumpthegun]

[John assumes he means Jack.]

D'you have the bottle. I can take a look at the actual dosage for the pills. There is a balance to strike where it shouldn't mess you up to the point of incapacitating you.

[headjacked]

One sec -

[ And by that he means almost a full minute, because it takes him awhile to wrestle his bag open one-armed. But just when you think it's going to take him ages and ages, he whistles, and Dumpy unglues himself from Rhys' side. He dips into the bag stungun-probey-thingy first and uses that to fish out the bottle of meds.

It's not elegant, but it's efficient. Sorta. The bottle hits the ground and rolls Johnwards. ]

[jumpthegun]

[He'd help you if you asked, Rhys. However, having recently been the owner of a pair of non-functional hands who didn't want people to help... John holds off. And it's a little impressive what happens after. The doctor kneels down to pick up the bottle and takes a look at the label. He tuts when he sees the daily max dose.]

You needs 10 mg per day. Maybe 20, and you shouldn't be taking more than 5 mg at a time. How long have you been taking these? We might need to ween you off gradually if you've started to become addicted. And I mean that physically. Not calling you an addict like some of the people around here. [His eyes flick ever so briefly to Sherlock.]

But you might start experiencing physical withdrawal symptoms if we cut you down to 20 mg when you've been taking up to 80.

[headjacked]

That's -- woaaaaah, that's a big cut. I feel like I'm being underestimated here, D.J. And it's not addiction. I'm cool with a downgrade in dosage, b-but that's kinda steep.

[ Uncomfortable fidgeting. Mistake. Mistake. Mistake. ]

[jumpthegun]

If you're only taking 40 mg a day, it's just halving it again. And like I said, I'm not talking about a mental addiction. I'm talking about the physical symptoms of withdrawal as your body adjusts to the downgrade.