doc_holi | Musebox #1 [CLOSED]

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Musebox #1 [CLOSED]

Who: Holiday and Six
What: being awkward/horrible/flirty/omg
When: Right after "Six Minus Six"
Where: Providence HQ
Warnings: Spoilers for "Six Minus Six" and MAYBE "Lions And Lambs"

Holiday walked back into the tower after the LONGEST couple of days she ever had. Okay, not the longest, but it was far too close for comfort.

She set the chart she had carried in with her down on the desk, already turning her attention to the computer screen. So, Caesar's invention hadn't worked... twice. It was good that her sister was cured, because Six had just become her new project. She had to get the other Six back. This one was driving her nuts... even if he could be sweet... when he wanted to be.

She sighed, staring at the computer, but not sitting down. At least, he wasn't physically hurt... That was a good plus.

Didn't mean that she couldn't worry...

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...Oh God.

"Pass."

He eyed her suspiciously before turning his eyes back to the screen. He straightened up in his seat.

...

Alright, she's going to glare at him a little bit now.

"How about this (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2d/Rorschach_blot_07.jpg) one?"

Answer wisely.

Oh good. Back to neutral. He relaxed his position again.

"Broken tank tread."

He glanced at the readouts the electrodes were taking. He wasn't a stupid man but it was ancient Greek to him.

Broken tank-? Huh... It kinda does. Alright. At least, he answered it.

With a relieved sigh, she moved on to the next (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/74/Rorschach_blot_06.jpg) one. "Hm?"

He tilted his head to one side. "I don't know. A guitar of some kind?"

She took a peak at the slide and shrugged. Eh. Close enough.

And then she moved to the next one. "And this (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b7/Rorschach_blot_09.jpg/647px-Rorschach_blot_09.jpg)?"

"Pair of Chinese dragons."

Nice and safe answer. Well, the bottom of the blot didn't quite fit but the yellow parts did.

Good. They were going good. He wasn't skipping half of them anymore. Or talking about Tahiti. Good.

She clicked it again. "What about this (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/32/Rorschach_blot_10.jpg/751px-Rorschach_blot_10.jpg)?"

"...Pass."

It was safer territory than the other two, but he wasn't going to step in that minefield. One would've approved.

He frowned. He'd been trying to contact his mentor for the past few days to get the man's input but he still had yet to reach him. Perhaps One had dipped his hand into the jobs list for something that required his specific touch.

... Her shoulders slumped. Seriously. This again. Really.

"Alright," she managed to say with some calm, "Let's try this (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/54/Rorschach_blot_05.jpg) one."

Does he know that she's going back to these eventually?

"A bat," Six answered promptly.

He didn't know she was going to return to the earlier ones he'd passed on. At least she wasn't forcing him to answer.

And the last one!

She clicked to the next slide. "And this (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/43/Rorschach_blot_08.jpg/689px-Rorschach_blot_08.jpg)?"

Six is about to get a rude surprise, then.

Six sighed. "Some kind of vase."

He looked away from the screen, reaching up in order to remove the leads. Rorschach tests usually had only ten blots, right?

On most of them, yes, but subjects usually don't skip a third of them.

Alright, here we go. Before he even gets his hand up, she's talking. "Let's try this one (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/32/Rorschach_blot_10.jpg/751px-Rorschach_blot_10.jpg) again."

Answer this time, please.

Six frowned. "I invoke my Fifth Amendment right."

He wasn't going to play, Holiday.

...

"You invo-... It's a test!... An ink blot test! There isn't a wrong answer!"

For God's sake, Six, at least make something up. This isn't a hearing.

Six crossed his arms, frowning deeply and forgetting the electrodes for the moment.

"In theory there isn't a wrong answer. In reality you have the potential for a Catch-22 situation."

He pointed at the ink blot. "If I tell you what first popped into my mind, you'll get angry at me. If I make something up and that gives away I'm lying..." He pointed at the results readout. "...you'll get mad at me because it wouldn't be an honest representation of my thought process."

... Blink... And a big sigh, as she closes her eyes. So, he was still thinking all of that. That's just terrific.

What to do, Doc? Make a call. It's not rare that people pass on some slides, but... she really needed everything she could get out of him.

So, she rubbed her eyes. "I'd like to have them all, Six. Or, just, a little bit more."

She took a deep breath in, keeping her eyes closed. "I won't get mad."

Six growled for a moment before turning his head away to glare at the window leading to the Petting Zoo. "Fine. Slide three was a pair in bed after a bout of sex. Slide four was a pair of women leaning in to start making out. Slide eight was a couple meeting up beneath the Eiffel Tower, probably on their way for a private rendezvous. Satisfied?"

The first one shot her eyebrows up. The second shot her eyebrows WAY up. No wonder he passed. She wasn't mad. A little surprised, ESPECIALLY TO THE SECOND (If it was any other man, she wouldn't, not Six, though.), but not mad.

The last one had her a little confused, though. "Eiffel Tower? Wait. Why didn't you say that one?" She looked back at the clipboard, again.

"Because with all the fireworks around them, it was probably going to get down and dirty very quickly," Six stated flatly.

Down and dirty... Face palms.

Again, she thinks back to the days where she believed that eventually she would have to sit Six down and have "The Talk" with him... Now she's just wondering if that jumbled in there all the time and he just learned to keep his mouth shut or he really had changed that much.

"Well," she sighs, scribbling on the clipboard. "At least, that's over with."

He churlishly pointed at the leads still attached to his head. "Can I take these off now? Or are you going to have me do another set?"

...And that sounded wrong on so many levels given their current topic of conversation.

She gave him a look before walking over to the computer on the other side of the monitor. "Not yet," she absently said, looking what information she had over again.

Even though they hadn't finished, these were the same as the first time. Nothing had changed... except that he was a little irritated, that was obvious.

Her face stayed neutral, though, trying to find anything good out of this session. Any small percentage. Any small spike. Anything.

Eventually, she did frown a little, looking through the read outs. "You can take them off," she sighed, not looking away from the information. She'd be up late tonight. She didn't care.

He tugged the leads off gratefully. At least that was over with.

Seeing her expression, he lost some of his irritation.

"I'm guessing it's nothing good."

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There's 10 of these things, so two left until she, ehem, goes back.

That'll be fun. XD

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