3rd Floor Mauvaise Chance Apartments Apt #4

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

After a trip down to All and Sundries Wilson made his way back to his new apartment. Focused on little more than the desire for a hot shower and clean, dry clothes, Wilson showered and changed first thing.

As he dried water out of his ears, he went around the apartment, opening up all the windows and the sliding glass doors out to the balcony then finally the front door. He wanted to give the place to air out a little get rid of the chemical cleaner scent in the place that was reminding him of the hospital.

While puttering around he called up to the school and handwavie confirmed that he had indeed applied and been accepted as a professor for the Fall Semester and to please get his syllabi submitted. Flipping the phone closed he gave his head a shake and looked around himself.

"Should have bought a table...or at least a rug." He lamented before shrugging it off and folding himself down on the floor. Reaching for his deck of cards he began to shuffle. Solitaire was always a good way to procrastinate!

[ooc: Open to any Mauvaise Chance Apartment neighbors for meeting and greeting!]

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[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly was going back to her apartment when she noticed a door open that hadn't been before. Curious as ever, she peeked inside to see the man sitting on the floor. "Comfortable?" she asked with a quick smile.

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In the middle of laying a black jack on a red queen, Wilson looked up with a small start when he heard a voice in the doorway, echoing a little through the empty apartment.

Smiling he sat back and looked around at the hardwood floor he was sitting cross legged upon.

"I'm going for the minimalist look, am I succeeding?"

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"Admirably," Aly replied. "You must have just moved in too."

Trained observer she was.

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"If you don't have anything to move is it truly moving?" He said in the tempo of 'if a tree falls in the wood and nobody hears it...' then he quickly smiled and set about getting to his feet.

"Yes, just got back into town this morning. Dr. James Wilson, proud renter of number 8 here." The smile reached his dark eyes as he walked towards the door and held his hand out towards her.

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"If you don't have anything to move, you've mastered the art of living lightly," Aly followed up with a wink.

She took his hand and returned his smile. "Aly. I just arrived as well and am in number 10 down the hall. How do you do?"

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"Oh don't I now wish I could take credit." Wilson said with a grin. "When you put it like that."

"Pleasure to meet you Aly. So, I now know you've just arrived as well, live here on this floor and...that leaves, are you here as a teacher or working in town?"

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"You could certainly claim to. I shan't tell anyone the difference," she replied.

"I'm to be a teacher at the school actually." She made quirked an eyebrow. "And yourself? You said you were a doctor...is there a hospital on the island?"

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Wilson's lips twisted slightly wryly but he shook his head.

"No... I mean, yes. There is a medical clinic here on the island for immediate care and for routine care, I worked with setting it up last year. Then I left for awhile and it's now in very capable hands so it would seem I'm here to teach as well."

Realizing that he might have just raised more questions than given answers, he nodded towards the apartment behind me.

"Would you like to come in for some tea? I can try to charm you with my stunning choice of seating."

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Quite possibly brimming with questions, Aly nodded. "Why thank you. The offer of tea is quite charming enough."

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Blushing, boyishly, Wilson lead her on in to the apartment towards the kitchen.

Like the rest of the house it was completely bare, save for a tea kettle, a box with four mugs in it and a tin of tea.

"I hope you don't mind Bergamot, it's all I have at the moment." He said apologetically as he reached for the kettle and began to fill it from the sink.

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Aly definitely didn't smile with amusement at the blush. Though she very well may have when he wasn't looking.

"I don't mind a bit," she said, looking at the container. "I've never had it before." Looking back up at him, she asked. "You said you've been here before then?"

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Pleased to have learned some of Aziraphale's tricks for brewing tea, Wilson brewed the Bergamot a bit weaker than normal so that it still popped with flavor but wasn't overwhelming.

Giving the mugs a quick wash after getting them out of the package, he filled them with tea and held one out towards her.

"Err, I have milk if you like cream but no sugar." Chuckling he made a face. "I expect to eat out a lot for a bit."

Looking around, he just gave up and hopped up onto a counter, waving her to do the same if she wished.

"I have indeed, about a ... " Timelines, timelines. "About a year ago, by Fandom time anyway."

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Aly accepted the tea and sniffed it with pleasure. "Ooh, this does smell lovely. Thank you so much." She took a sip, expecting the disturbingly strong tea of the Copper Isles and was pleasantly surprised at the more delicate flavour. "Oh, very nice."

She beamed at him and sat herself on the counter. "I know the feeling. I barely know how to cook on the trail let alone with stoves like this."

"Fandom seems to be on its own schedule, doesn't it?" Aly agreed with a wry face. "I was here quickly about a month ago for the island, but it's been at least nine for me. A year ago? You'll know Alanna of Trebond then?"

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

Abby wandered past on the way to her apartment and peeked in. "New neighbor?"

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Looking up from where he was sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall and writing on a pad of paper. Wilson blinked...opened his mouth then reminded himself, different timelines.

"New neighbor." He confirmed with a nod and a friendly smile, then set aside the pad of paper and scrambled to his feet, walking towards the door and extending his hand.

"Dr. James Wilson."

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

"Abigail Sciuto, but you can call me Abby." Abby shook his hand and craned her head around to look into his apartment. "Are you a new teacher? Doctor doctor or book doctor? Do you mind death metal?"

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Chuckling he moved back to let her gaze her fill at the vast nothingness.

"I was thinking about setting up a bowling alley in the living room, what do you think?"

Dark eyes twinkled with good humor and he waved her in, if she wished. "Doctor, doctor but I'm here to teach this time round it would seem. As for death metal, I survived residency... I can sleep through anything."

Though, he expected that when Phale got in to town...if Phale got in to town... the angel would soundproof the apartment, as he tended to do for all their abodes.

"Teaching or working in town?"

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"Bowling alley would work, and the shoes would look good on you." Abby teased. "I don't play it often, but on occasion I do like to rock out when I'm working."

"Teaching the internets this term. I taught computers up there this summer too. It's a nice place." Abby leaned forward excitedly. "So have people briefed you on the weirdness yet?"

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Wilson wriggled his sock covered feet and grinned in response to the teasing.

"Got briefed the hard way... lived here last year, this is a return trip." He smiled. "Teaching this semester it seems. I have tea, water and...tea, care for a mug...or a mug...or..." Wilson paused and then ruefully could only offer. "A mug?"

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

"Rats. I was so hoping to pop your weirdness cherry." Abby grinned at the offer. "Hold that thought."

Abby bolted next door for a few moments and was back with a basket of fruit and two bright red Caf-Pow cups. "Here, I just got this from my friends at NCIS yesterday and there's no way I can eat that much fruit. Of course, Caf-Pow. Best. Thing. Ever."

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"Alas all cherries have been popped here." He said then blinked as she bounced off and... bounced back with a basket of fruit.

Smiling widely he held the door for her and motioned towards the kitchen almost directly across the hallway.

"It would be a bad thing to let good fruit go bad, because let's face it, around here who knows what might result. And I see you are a fellow caffiene addict? I must admit to being more about a direct mainline of coffee myself but it's probably because of the whole doctor, sugar thing."

[cheerfulgoth.livejournal.com]

"After Jell-o dragons I'm a little wary of all food products but I ate the kiwi's yesterday and I haven't sprouted horns so I think they're good." Abby grinned and added. "Oh, by the way, there would be no kiwi's left. I have an addiction."

"I can't drink coffee sadly. It makes me grumpy. Besides, fear of sugar is overrated."

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"I heard about those...uh the jello dragons. Reminds me a bit of the purple avocados and the zombies."

Looking at the fruit he pointed to a couple apples and pears and raised a curious eyebrow, not wanting to take anything she had already choosen for herself.

"It's not so much the sugar I fear, it's the post sugar buzz crash that always kicked me hard in the ass. Worse than a hangover most of the time."

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"Go ahead, I already took some for myself." Abby pointed at the basket. "NCIS tends to do things big. Like anyone needs two pineapples."

"That's really depressing. Maybe the answer is to never ever come down. Sure, you'll lose all your teeth, but the bounciness will make up for that."

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"NCIS... Naval Crime Investigation Service?" Wilson spelled it out as he thought he'd once heard it though he wasn't entirely certain and gave Abby an apologetic wince if he'd just mangled it beyond belief.

While also grabbing a pinapple. "I can make a cake out of this."

Chuckling, he reached for the tea kettle, giving it a slight swirl to see if she was interested. "People rarely want their oncologist to be bouncing, 'WhyyesMrDoeyouaregoingtodieinsixmonthsbutwouldyoulikereallypainfulchemotherapyfirsthuhhuh'." Wilson ran the words rapidly together and tried out an experimental bounce, which while a good look for young ladies like Abby, looked horrifically dorky on his 40 year old self.

But dark eyes danced with good, if slightly wry humor, as he did it.