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[worksmart]

[This video feed seems to be coming from one of the Hospital's many security cameras, and my doesn't the place look festive. Garlands of evergreens twined with red ribbons and twinkling lights line the corridors, making it impossible for a busy doctor to notice anything out of place

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[not_so_smooth]

[Here comes Sam, wandering through the hospital with a thank you present for the good doctor.]

[worksmart]

[Gifts are almost entirely Wilson's preserve, so Chase doesn't make any assumptions as he glances up to notice Sam, offering a greeting with a raised hand.]

Hey. Here for a check-up?

[Action]

[not_so_smooth]

Uh, no, actually, I just wanted to come give you your, uhh, gift. I got you something for, you know, looking after me...

[Sam looks horribly awkward about this, but his mother would kill him if he didn't properly thank everyone who helped him out.]

[Action]

[worksmart]

Really?

[That's, well, it's nice. And unexpected. Chase tries to shove the entire file collective into the crook of one arm as he crosses over to Sam, who's obviously feeling awkward acting like the teacher's pet on the last day of term.]

It's actually what they pay me for, and you weren't any trouble. But thanks.

[eiremagic]

Oy, Chase! Wait up a sec, I got some lab results for yeh.

[He is being chased down by a small blood analyst.]

[Action;]

[worksmart]

Great, I needed more.

[He turns, backing up against the wall and using a raised knee to stop everything sliding to the ground.]

Who for?

[Action;]

[eiremagic]

Mr. Jennings, room five-oh-one. All he's got wrong is some bloody high cholesterol, but everythin' else is squeaky.

Oh, and I think someone on the fourth floor has a VD, I didn't check the name since I was just the analyst on it.

[She offers her arms for paperwork]

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[worksmart]

I take it you mean a patient on the fourth floor. I'll have a look.

[You know nurses and christmas parties. Well, Chase does. He shakes his head as she reaches out, getting his grip back and leaning over her.]

No, I've got it, pass it here. [He'll carry it in his teeth if he has to, the office is only a few corridors away.]

[thesecondslayer]

[ Oh hey, new neighbor. Faith too is out for coffee, and by some freakish coincidence it's at the same time as Chase. Will wonders never cease? ]

Hey, Doc.

[worksmart]

[Hi Faith. What's a scary girl like you doing getting coffee in a place like this? Chase has thankfully ditched all but one blue folder and a coffee cup which one of them may be grateful doesn't contain scalding liquid in a moment. He looks surprised to be called out by her, but not too nervous. And backing away would just be impolite.]

Hey. [He raises his cup.] Get you a refill?

[He's going back to the counter anyway, and it might lessen her inclination to kill him.]

[thesecondslayer]

[ Maybe she's coming to see Angela. They did make out, and Faith does lack shit to do that isn't killing things. Or maybe she just lurks in corners, waiting to make Chase uncomfortable. ]

Nah, I'm good. [ But she will be following him under the pretext of wondering about food, just because making him squirm is awesome. ] They got anything to eat?

[ Don't be silly, Chase, she doesn't want to kill you. This is almost like affection from Faith! Like... big, pointy toothed eating your face jungle cat affection. ]

[worksmart]

[Well, Chase doesn't know about these makeouts, or his eyebrows would be near his hairline at Faith considering Angela 'shit to do'. Instead they're hovering there because he's being followed, and he casts careful glances over his shoulder to find out why.]

Usually. [Then he stops, because if he gets this straight now maybe she won't need to walk to heel the whole way.] What would you like?

action;

[worksmart]

No one's attacked me with tinsel, yet.

[The yet is wary. He's seen the mayhem she can wreak with tape and a little festive spirit. Santa towering over him in the elevator is just disturbing.]

action;

[worksmart]

[He should have seen this one coming, though at least he dropped off his burden earlier and he's free to catch her when she pounces him, one hand at her shoulder, one at the waist. She had better be charging for the show.]

smooth easy action

[caughtthebullet]

[Are you carrying any coffee, Chase? Because this man is coming around the corner and may be just fast enough to avoid a spill should they collide.]

smooth easy action

[worksmart]

[Chase is carrying a fresh cup and a slightly hunted expression as he rounds the corner himself, not taking what would be sound advice to stop and look both ways before making a move. The arm with the cup swings safely out to the side, though, emptying its contents into the gutter as Chase finds himself on tiptoe and pressed against somebody he hasn't even recognised yet.]

smooth easy action

[caughtthebullet]

[This requires one arm bracing Chase's torso, bringing him to a full halt while his other hand whips out to catch said cup, leaving perhaps a third of its contents safe.]

It's terrible for the environment.

[Spoken like a true American. Sort of. At least his suit stays spotless.]

smooth easy action

[worksmart]

[Chase will make sure to be grateful for the fraction of his money saved, although probably when he's pulled back, which that bracing arm makes it very difficult to do, and anyway his body seems determined to do the opposite and leans up to let him press a quick kiss to Adrian's lips.

...Call it gratitude.]

Not this one.

[Managed past the choke in his throat. If that arm could move now, please?]