[Action/Dictated] ~ Working too hard...

[atadiscoverer]

[There's a familiar sight in the clinic.

This is one Dr. Carson Beckett, sat at his desk, notepad and journal open. There is one distinct difference to the norm, however...

And that is that Carson is asleep. Fast asleep. Anyone with their journals open will hear a very light snoring sound.]

((OOC: Open to all, in the clinic or over the journals. He should be easy to wake up!))

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[incantati]

[ dumbledore just planned on visiting the clinic very quickly, to see if his old store of potions and remedies were still in the cupboards. he finds that the layout is different, and he also finds... a sleeping doctor.

aha. he tries to be very quiet as he waves open cupboards with his wand. ]

[atadiscoverer]

[A rather loud click from one of the nearby cupboards causes Carson to startle awake, looking around.]

[incantati]

[ well, it was worth a try. carson won't find anything alarming upon looking around, just a skinny dude in old-fashioned clothing, looking apologetic. ]

My apologies. I should have done something about the noise.

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson stifles a yawn]

Ach, no, it's no trouble. I shouldnae have been sleeping in here...

[His accent is a wee bit stronger as he wakes up.]

Are you looking for something?

[A bit more professional.]

[incantati]

I'm sure you deserved the rest, and am only sorry to have disturbed it.

[ he folds his hands behind his back. ]

Ah, yes, as a matter of fact. I used to keep a small store of potions and draughts in the cupboards when I last worked here. I only wanted to know if they were all gone, and if I should start to work on replacing them.

[spongetastic]

[the sight is so familiar Peter doesn't really think anything of it right away. He comes in to check supplies and stuff, touching Beckett on the shoulder]

Doctor...? You okay?

[atadiscoverer]

[A snort and Carson jerks awake at that nudge.]

Mm? Oh...aye... [He yawns, stretching sightly.]

Aye, I just... was just resting my eyes.

[Totally.]

[spongetastic]

Maybe you'd feel more comfortable in your room.

[atadiscoverer]

Aye, I'll likely go after I've finished here.

[His notebook contains some translations from a weird-looking language into English.]

[spongetastic]

[notices but since he has no idea what that is, he'll just go back to what he was doing]

[Action]

[modernholmes]

[Well, this was different. Conan had come to the clinic to check up on Carson. After all, it was only logical to keep an eye on the people who knew his secret.

He'd give himself a neck ache from sleeping like that.

And so Conan carefully pulls a chair over and climbs up on it to nudge him awake. Completely ignoring the fact that he was currently dressed in full Holmesian costume. Deerstalker hat and Inverness coat included.

Surprise, Carson.]

Action forever~

[atadiscoverer]

[And Carson wakes pretty easily, with a snort. He blinks at Conan, staring, not really recognising him at first.]

Conan...?

[modernholmes]

Yes?

[atadiscoverer]

Uh.

[WHAT THE HELL]

What's with the...

[WHAT. THE. HELL]

What's with the costume? [Was Paradisa having a costume ball he wasn't made aware of?]

[modernholmes]

[He tugs at his collar.]

This? I can't remove it. Most likely it is another of those temporary losses.

[He doesn't seem very bothered by it.]

[jammin_with_ed]

[Cuuuurious. Her new attire certainly lends to her snooping around. There's a redhead in a Sherlock Holmes costume peering at Carson with a magnifying glass]

[atadiscoverer]

[It takes a few minutes, but something in Carson's brain causes him to open his eyes...

And nearly fall off his chair!]

Dè fon ghrèin'?!

((OOC: Translation: What on Earth?!))

[jammin_with_ed]

[Edward giggles.]

Funny. Funny!

[atadiscoverer]

Bloody...

[Take some deep breaths, Carson.]

That's not bloody funny!

[jammin_with_ed]

[she giggles, bouncing around.] yes it waaaa~aaas

since he fits the Checklist...

[cricketycricket]

[Five wanders into the clinic in search of Helen, since she'd promised him a tour quite a while ago. never mind that if he can't find her he'll just give HIMSELF the tour --

-- and then he sees the snoring Scot at his desk. smiling softly to himself, he picks up an extra blanket and drapes it over him, then stands nearby, having a look around as he tries to decide what to inspect first]

[atadiscoverer]

[About a minute later, Carson snorts awake, jolting upright in his chair.

It takes a minute for him to wake up and notice someone standing there.]

Oh- [Bloody hell] -I'm sorry...

Uh, can I help?

[cricketycricket]

Ah. Good morning. [he smiles, serenely, making nothing of the apology since there's nothing he feels Carson needs to apologize for]

I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, it's just - I thought I'd come for a bit of a tour, you see, and I'm rather overdue in the scheme of things. [he offers a hand] I'm the Doctor. Well -- one of me. Pleased to meet you.

[atadiscoverer]

A tour of the clinic?

[He takes that hand, still waking up.]

I'm Dr. Carson Beckett. I've got to say, it's a pleasure to meet the... [A pause] one of the Doctors in person.

[cricketycricket]

Yes, Dr. Magnus was supposed to give me one, a while ago, but then we ended up in Paris, and I'm sure she's had her plate full since.

And it's a pleasure to meet you, as well, Dr. Beckett. How long have you been here?