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simon_doctor ([personal profile] simon_doctor) wrote2010-04-27 10:58 pm

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The commercial flight from Praxed to Osiris takes the better part of two days. Simon's got a berth to himself -- a small one, as these things go, but private.

He spends the first hour or so of the flight going over the next two weeks' schedule: meetings, interviews with potential new employees, a preliminary report on the infancy of the Rural Health Research Initiative. Another half-hour going over his own part of said report one last time. For the rest of the flight there isn't much to do except catch up on sleep, read, write a few textwaves.

(Presenting reports isn't new to him at all; hearing reports is something he's still getting used to, even months into the new job. The report he's looking forward to hearing is the one from Drs. Oberste and Mitel, regarding the current progress of the mobile clinic circuit.)

A few hours before they're scheduled to land, he goes over his part of the report one final last time.

Jordie picks him up at the spaceport, takes him and his luggage in hand, and drives him back to the apartment he remembers of yore.

He's not expecting what he sees when he steps through the front door, suitcases in tow.
dr_j: (jacques cousteau underneath the atlantic)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-28 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Because Jordie's always kept his place spotless. Editors for Better Homes and Gardens might want to make adjustments (too many books of different sizes! not enough knick-knacks! so functional! so lived-in!), but as often as he ever joked about slapping a kerchief on his hair and an apron around his waist and going to town with a toothbrush on the kitchen floor -- it's not exactly a lie, either.

He likes things neat and tidy, everything in its proper place, and if dust dares accumulate, it's not for long.

There's no dust (should Simon want to take his finger to the doorframes or the fan blades), and the baseboards are scrubbed.

But on every available surface, there are stacks upon stacks of fat books and clipped sheaves of digital paper.

"Sorry about the mess -- " Over his shoulder, as he heads for the guest room. "You remember where stuff is?"
dr_j: (less seven comes to three)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-28 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Reading material," he says shortly, as he opens the door to the guest-room-slash-theoretical-office, where a sock monkey holds court in the armchair. "I made some space in the closet."
dr_j: (I was swimming could hardly stand)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-28 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"So how messed up is your internal clock?" He slips his hands in his pockets. "We could go out for dinner, or I could cook something. Whatever you'd prefer."
dr_j: (drill a tiny hole into your head)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-28 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Well -- why don't I see what I can come up with, and pour you a drink in the meantime?"
dr_j: (although pratfalls can be fun)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-28 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Jordie grins, and moves out of the way from the closet. "I still have that bottle of cactus liquor."
dr_j: (the red rooster says)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-28 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Times have changed," he says, sonorous, on his way down the hall.
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[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-28 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Consider how many years it's been," he says, from the liquor cabinet just inside the kitchen, "that I've had that bottle, and consider how long it's been sitting there sad and unloved."

(He's pulling out a respectable bottle of scotch.)
dr_j: (a question for the centuries)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-28 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Out comes a lowball glass. "I don't love it. -- I forget. On the rocks? Water? Neat?"
dr_j: (well you're right - there is)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-28 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
It's maybe another thirty seconds, maximum, before Simon has a drink in his hand and Jordie starts contemplating the contents of his pantry.

"So." Moderately cheerful. "What's new?"
dr_j: (well you're right - there is)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-29 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Jordie narrows his eyes at the contents of the pantry, and reaches for a clear container with rice in. "Exciting because you get to renew your acquaintance with my couch, I'm sure."
dr_j: (he writes the checks & leaves them blank)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-29 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
On to the spice cabinet. "Because it's spectacular."
dr_j: (and tell us all about it)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-29 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Jordie glances up, in process of pulling out a steel pan, with a very small smile that's more speculative than particularly nice.

"If you're so curious, Tam, go take a look."
dr_j: (that's all for questions)

[personal profile] dr_j 2010-04-29 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Depends," he says, taking the pan to the sink. "Have you learned how to cook seafood without poisoning anybody yet?"

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