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I know. I'm just saying, you can dream a little bigger if you want to.

There's some kind of hostel out in the woods. Weekend getaway, maybe? No responsibilities, no snakes, somebody bringing you breakfast in bed every morning...

Since I'm fairly sure the hostel doesn't offer room service, I take it someone else is volunteering to bring breakfast in bed in this fantasy.

You're a capable woman. If you asked nicely and batted your eyelashes, I bet you could make a deal with someone.

Oh, I probably could.

Nice to think of getting a little spoiled after this, I admit.

Sounds like I'm on the right track. Are you a bubble bath kind of woman?
Maybe there could be a bubble bath.

Anyone who says they don't like a bubble bath is lying, darling.

People who get urinary tract infections might beg to differ.

So we add bubble baths to the list. Gourmet breakfasts of scrambled eggs on toast. The nicest featherbed a hostel can offer. Maybe a foot massage.

There's a difference between not liking something and not being able to do it.

How about a back massage? Could that be in the cards?

The eunuch's lament.

With a happy ending?

[The things Mulder says sometimes. But especially now, it gives Vex something to focus on other than the poison in her blood.]

Oh, one way or the other I imagine.

Enjoying yourself planning this?

Broadly speaking, I am.

A few sensual details, and I might be enjoying it a lot more specifically.

[ Not a hint, really, though who could blame her if it reads that way? He just knows his propensity for phone sex...or psychic note sex, as the case might be. Cybering? Can they call it cybering when there's no cyberspace?

He should feel bad for taking advantage of her situation, maybe...but mostly, he's just hoping it'll be a good distraction. ]

I'm afraid I'm not at my most sensual right now. As much as I might wish otherwise.

Nice to think it will come back when this is over.

Then we'll pencil in sensuality later. Next Tuesday, five o'clock.

[ Or maybe later than that, but for her sake, he's hoping she's not puking up snakes for weeks to come. ]

It'll be back. Knowing this place, probably with a vengeance.

[That makes two of them.]

Hopefully the snake problem is resolved by then, or things could become more than a little messy.

[Sick monsters running around? Is that a possibility?]

You've been taking care of yourself though, right?

People are working on it. Scully, specifically, is working on it - and I've never met a more talented doctor in my life.

[ Things he's actively tried to avoid doing: talking too much about Scully to Vex or about Vex to Scully. Things it's incredibly hard not to do: talk about Scully, at any time, in any context. ]

I've had a few near misses, but so far, so good.

She mentioned something about that at Iggy's birthday. Though she didn't sound quite so confident she'd be able to work with the medicine here.

She was being modest. Scully knows medicine backwards and forwards, and what she doesn't know, she learns.

What's medicine like, where you're from? If you went to a doctor throwing up snakes, what would happen?

If I were throwing up snakes at home, I'd visit a cleric or paladin. Removing necrotic curses would be something for a servant the Everlight or the Dawnfather.

Oh. Huh.

[ She's half elven - he knows she's coming from somewhere a little more D&D than him. But it's still unsettling to realize it's more than a little D&D.

(His first instincts were right: Langly'd probably commit murder to be in his place right now, especially if he could introduce himself as Lord Manhammer.) ]

Do doctors come into it at all? Or is it...magic healing?...all the way down?

[Someone who introduced themselves as Lord Manhammer would definitely get punched in the dick. But otherwise...]

If it were a normal bee sting or stab wound, maybe. I'd still rather visit a cleric if there's one on hand, but there are apothecaries and more mundane methods of healing.

This isn't a mundane disease.

[ That's okay. It probably wouldn't be the first time! ]

No, it's not. But going to a faith healer still wouldn't be my first instinct.

You don't have gods where you're from, do you? It seems like most of the people from worlds like yours don't.

Of course you wouldn't see one.

We have people who believe in them. My partner's Catholic, for instance.

But for me? No gods. I've never seen anything to convince me there's anything larger than us keeping score - let alone looking out for us.

Whereas, I can say with a great deal of certainty that they are real.

Though saying they're looking out for us might be a stretch, depending on the god.

It sounds like a pantheon closer to the Greek gods than anything modern. Temperamental beings with dominion over different aspects of reality - lightning, war, and so on. Sacrifice a lamb for them, and maybe they'll help you out.

What kind of proof have you seen of your gods' existence?