13113/Another Boring Medical Conference

Another Boring Medical Conference
Date of Scene:	18 October 2022
Location:	Las Vegas
Synopsis:	Henry gets to play catch up with Doctor Camilleri and some plans are made since she's living in New York again!
Cast of Characters:	Priscilla Camilleri, Henry McCoy

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Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
There was always some medical conference to go to. This year was no different and with things growing fast in the world of Science it was good to keep in contact with people. Doctors from all over the world had flocked to a two day conference in Las Vegas, Nevada. The allure of learning new knowledge and making some money at the casino might have been a big draw for most.

Doctor Priscilla Camilleri was doing hosting duties for some of the panels that were being held, asking questions and introducing speakers. Given she was very easy on the eyes it was no question why the runners of said conference had picked the woman to do this.

The first day was coming to an end with a nice black tie dinner. Somehow Doctor Henry McCoy had gotten seated at a table among like minded peers and those that were pro-Mutant. Someone might have went out of their way to mix up the tables. There is a spot next to him that is empty. Which is odd at a packed conference.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Conferences were always a wonderful thing for Henry - people were generally more interested in his brain, than his appearance. He felt quite at home with his peers and colleagues in the medical field. There was always something new to learn, and so much invigorating conversation to be held.

Henry had met Doctor Camilleri previously, most likely, at any number of conferences. It was a pleasure to see her again for any number of reasons. He'd spoken briefly when time allowed, or when he wasn't debating and discussing theory with the others.

Donning his finest tuxedo for the dinner, the Beast was quite the sight to behold. Seated comfortably, he had a glass of Scotch warming his belly as he enjoyed the quiet conversation with the others at the table.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
There's a soft lull in the conversation at the table as someone approaches from behind Henry. "I am sorry for my late arrival, gentlemen." comes the honey sweet voice of one Doctor Camilleri. One of the others doctors stand when she arrives, but she chuckles and waves him back into his seat. She looks like she's been poured into the crimson dress that she's wearing. The off the shoulder look only adding to the paleness of her skin.

Those golden eyes of hers regard each face as her seat is drawn out by her body guard and there is a delighted look when her gaze falls on Henry as he is her neighbor at the table, "Doctor McCoy." she almost purrs the greeting to him. "I trust that if I elbow you or invade your space you'll let me know?" the woman asks him as she settles into her seat.

"I hope I didn't interrupt conversation?" she asks.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Much like the other doctor, Henry is quick to get to his feet as Priscilla arrives. She's given a polite bow of his head in greeting, and a warm smile. "Doctor Camilleri, always a pleasure. And a wonderful surprise for us to be honored with you at our table." He motions to the others, who nod in agreement - it's prestigious, after all! Only once Priscilla is seated, does Henry resume his seat.

There's a happy chuckle at her comment. "I have no fear that you're as graceful as you are intelligent, Doctor. And I am fairly certain my frame can take a little jostling." He reaches for his scotch, taking a quick sip. "No interruption at all. How have you been finding the convention? It has been quite some time since I've been in Las Vegas."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a soft smile as everyone is seated, "Thank you all." she tells them. She takes up her glass to sip at her water and listens to those that are talking. She looks back to Henry and she gives him a warmer smile, "It's good to see you as well, Doctor McCoy. I take it all is well?" she asks him. Then she makes a little show of waving her hand, "I'm rather boring, really gentlemen." she teases them.

She does seem to focus her attention on her neighbor though, "I was very rude and did not get to message you directly that I'm in New York City as a residence. We should see about getting together for dinner or attending a conference or two together up there." she suggests to him.

There is a way that Priscilla looks over him that might cause a little heat. It was on the searing side, "I'm sure you could take more than a little jostling, Doctor." she tells him. She then gives him a smile at his question about the convention, "My feet are killing me and I would die for a cheeseburger. They keep throwing salads at me." she tells him with a warm laugh. "I haven't been out in about a year. I was thinking of going out after the dinner to see if there might be some gambling or a show going on. Did you have any plans to sight see?" she asks him.

Henry McCoy has posed:
It's only polite, as he's being engaged in conversation, for Henry to turn a bit to face Priscilla. "Quite well, at present." A slight smile. "Still adjusting - I think it will take a bit of time to really get used to my new appearance." Not to mention the more feral behavior! "I doubt you would be described as boring at all, Doctor."

His brows arch up at the mention of her being in New York now, with her career. "I'd very much enjoy that, of course. I can show you to some of my favorite locations. Did you have a preferred cuisine for dining?"

His body language is easily read - a bit of amused embarassment at her suggestion that he could take jostling. "Salads are wonderful, in moderation." A chuckle. "I think that as omnivores, we tend to lean too far in either direction for the sake of health and appearance." Of course, she knows all that. "Gambling... perhaps. A show would be wonderful, if there are open seats." The Beast grins. "I had no plans, but I do love the Cirque performances."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a look to him, he's only a few inches taller than she is, but much wider. Which didn't seem to power her. She's about to comment on his appearance when someone interjects into the conversation and asks how his appearance happened. She gives the man that asked that a bit of a dagger pointed look, but she then looks back to Henry, seeing if he does answer it. "I'm under contractual obligation to say that, Doctor McCoy." she gives him a smile and a sly wink.

"I'd enjoy that very much if you could find time in your schedule. I love all food really. A place that has a bit of dancing would be superb though." she admits to him.

She sobers when she sees that she embarrassed him and her hand reaches out to gently touch his forearm, "I apologize for that. My wording was...crass." she states in a tone meant only for him. "Well, if you have no other plans then we could see about a performance, though they might start a bit later. Gambling is always open." she grins to that.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a chuckle from Henry. "You need to get a better contract lawyer, then." He teases her. At the question of how his appearance changed, Henry takes a breath. "A rather unscrupulous individual captured me and experimented. Good or bad, he forced a secondary mutation in my system, leading to where I am now." He motions to his feline features. Truly, he's not upset at explaining - though it is clear that it is a traumatic memory.

A nod to her and his more customary smile on his face. "Of course! I know of a few places - I tend to enjoy dancing as well. It helps work off the calories I tend to consume." Metabolism is everything on the Beast!

A more understanding smile to her as she apologizes. "No need to apologize, at all." He assures. "It was a wonderful volley in the conversation, just unexpected." There's a low chuckle. "I'd be delighted, if you've got time and the patience to have me along with you."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
"Right?" Priscilla chuckles to that. She then silences herself as she hears Henry explain what happened and there's a bit of an angry tinge of red that starts to climb up her throat and towards her cheeks. Scientifically speaking, she looked a little mad. She takes up her glass again, taking a long drink from it as she's suddenly gone a little parched.

She looks back to Henry and offers him a smile as she removes her hand from his arm. "I'd be happy to explore them then." she tells him with a sincere smile. "What are you working on currently? If one is allowed to ask." she looks to him.

She leans in just a little, "My easy banter doesn't need to make anyone feel embarrassed though." she whispers. "Thank you for understanding though." she adds. "Oh I think I have time to fit you into my schedule, Doctor McCoy." she gives him a crimson grin, a bit of a sparkle in those odd gold eyes of hers.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Henry is perceptive - noting the change in her demeanor at the mention of what befell him at the hands of Essex. A slight smile. "Not really a dinner conversation, I am afraid." He explains to the other doctors, before looking over to Priscilla. "We all have our obstacles, of course. This is just another step along my journey." He assures.

A grin. "Exploring we'll do, then. I promise to take you to the proper parts of New York - upscale and fine dining." No dives or Hell's Kitchen! "I can't really discuss what I am working on, but I am working to further Mutant rights and our image within the world. We've made great strides, but there are always those who would harbor hate in their hearts."

"Your banter was fine. I am just not used to ... that sort of banter on my behalf." Henry grins. "Well then, it would appear I have plans for the evening after dinner." A wide smile. "I look forward to hitting the town with you - should I plan for specific attire?"

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a look around the table and there's a serene smile that graces her features. She didn't have to tell anyone to stop asking stupid questions and she was feeling better. She does bring her gaze back to Henry and there is a soft smile to him, "That is a good thing to remember." she tells him.

"I'm excited to get to see more of New York City with someone. I've mostly been living out of boxes and ordering Chinese food for the past few months. Though my guard keeps telling me I should get to putting stuff up." she chuckles. "Now I have some incentive to do it." she adds. She does sober again as he talks on his work and there is an understanding nod, "You'd think in this day and age we'd be a lot more open minded about things." she tells him.

Then she arches an eyebrow at him, "I look forward to surprising you more then, Doctor McCoy." she tells him with a warm look. "As for attire, I dare say if I go back to my hotel room I won't leave it. Plus trying to get this dress off and into another one would probably make me just lay on the bed and watch cooking shows." she chuckles.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Thankfully most of the doctors are aware enough of when to let a subject of conversation end - else they'd be terrible doctors! As they continue to converse on any number of things, Henry again turns his focus to Priscilla. "It is a hard thing to remember. Difficult to hold true to, as well." A wry grin.

A cluck of his tongue. "Living out of boxes? Tsk! You need to be comfortable, you need to make your home your sanctuary." He assures. "We can make due with a minimalistic life, but truly we should be comfortable as we can be. Self-care and all. And I'll be glad to help incentivize you getting out and seeing the city." A smile. There's a shrug. "If we could solve the world of hate, all people would flourish. But I fear it is something that all men and women will struggle with in their lives."

A chuckle. "You are flattering me. I should be so lucky as to have your attention, Doctor Camilleri." He replies, smoothly. As she mentions the television, he chuckles. "I am often finding myself drawn in by the Great Brittish Bake-Off."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla is completely happy to let the other doctors drown out of conversations and to focus on Henry for the time being. "We sometimes get so engrossed in taking care of others that we forget about taking care of ourselves." she admits to that. "It's not hit the three month mark. I have a few weeks left." she grins to him. "London and New York are similar...and yet vastly different cities." she chuckles to that.

She had dual citizenship for a reason. "I do very well when there are incentives involved." she grins. "Like care packages at conferences." she adds with a bit of a look around. Then she sobers again, "They will, but if good people stand up it will make it harder for the hateful ones to get a foot in the door." she tells him.

She does that little eyebrow quirk with her eyebrow again at his words, though she doesn't comment on it. She didn't want to seem...egotistical! She then gives him a genuinely happy smile, "You like it as well? I adore it. The new season just came out if you'd like to watch it together?" she asks him with that same warm look in her eyes.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a nod and sheepish grin from Henry. "Often, in my case." He assures. "I get wrapped up in helping another and their challenges, that I neglect my own needs." The Beast shrugs. "We give until it hurts, and we then try to scramble to mend our own issues." The three month mark earns a chuckle. "Well then, you'll have to get on that. London and New York are vastly different, yes."

"Care packages? There are care packages here?" He glances around, amused. Eyes go back to hers, the man smiling with a gentle expression. "We should speak on lighter subjects - it's not my intent to fill the conversation with a litany of woe."

"I do!" He beams. "I enjoy the competition that is so... well-mannered. No cut-throat behavior, no rude judges - just people striving to better themselves and be the best they can be." A nod. "Of course! We can make it a regular thing, if you're not otherwise occupied? I would not wish to monopolize your social life."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
"But who is around to take care of you when you get into those situations?" Priscilla asks him. It's something that snuck up on her. Not meaning to ask it out loud. She clears her throat a little, "You can answer that later if you like. I'm sure they're going to be kicking us out rather quickly once dinner service is over." she chuckles to that. She does give a smile though, "Presenters get care packages. Want me to suggest you for next year?" she gives him a little wink.

"Well, when we get back to New York we'll have to make a habit out of it. I've not watched any of the new season and it sounds like we'll enjoy it together." she admits. "No, my time is not occupied. I'm happy to fill it with good company, Doctor McCoy." she explains to him.

Henry McCoy has posed:
A shrug. "I have friends who care for me, thankfully." He admits. "They have their own things to wrestle down, however." Henry offers over with a slight smile. A glance about, the man chuckling. "Odd that. For events, Las Vegas has a timer. Any other thing you do, you've all the time in the world. They want you at ease and unconcerned with time." A chuckle. "I'd be happy to speak on any number of subjects. I enjoy providing thought-provoking lectures."

"That sounds lovely, Doctor Camilleri." He beams. "I would be honored to view the season with you. I'll even bring the fixings for dinner and cook."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a soft smile to that, "They are very good friends then." she tells him. Then she gives a laugh, "Mmm, see, that is the /fun/ side of Las Vegas. The doctoral, snooty, scholarly side of Vegas closes at ten sharp." she tells him. It was sorta true? "We aren't spending millions at a gambling table if we're stuck inside a conference room." she whispers to him. "I will put your name in then...which reminds me, there is a science conference coming up next month, any chance you might have some time open to possibly be a guest?" she asks.

Then he says he'll cook and she presses the back of her hand to her forehead, "Excuse me. A man just offered to cook for me." she whispers. Then she composes herself again, "I'd love that, Doctor." she tells him as she starts to behave.