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For the 23rd of February

[death_calling]

[It’s the morning of the 23rd when a package is ceremoniously dropped off at Dana Scully’s apartment by the UPS carrier. The shipper address is tied to another UPS store in Boston, but no clear indicator of who sent it. It’s just a normal-looking box that isn’t full of chirping cockroaches, bleeding hearts, or some other weird paranormal things. Not everyone is out to scare FBI agents with weird stuff, after all!

If the package doesn’t dissuade anyone from opening it, the following will be found inside:

A well-respected brand/bottle of Zinfandel wine

A set of gift cards to two local restaurants (that the sender hopes Dana hasn't tried yet)

One box of fine chocolates

A gift basket full of different comfort items

There’s also a card (space-themed, because once on a tangent, it's impossible to stop) addressed to Dana: ]

To many more wonderful years around the sun~

-Olivia

[It's cheesy, but she doesn't care. So long as the birthday surprise goes over well, she'll be okay with it.]

((If this isn't cool, let me know, but I couldn't resist.))

[faithfulskeptic]

[ she should maybe be more cautious about opening strange packages. But the date being what it is, and her mom having the occasional penchant for online shopping, and, well.

It's not what she expected, but it's lovely. Faintly puzzled she starts with the card, and then moves onto the rest with a smile.

It's even themed!

Once she's determined it's a decent hour to text, she does. ]

!!!
This is too kind.


[ ooc; are you kidding it's adorable :> ]

[death_calling]

[If Olivia even knew half the weird stuff Scully has gotten in the mail, she'd have added some sort of signature confirmation onto the package. Anything to make it seem less like a supernatural case and simply a run-of-the-mill delivery.

It takes her about 30 minutes to reply to the text, busy with something on the other end of the line, but the reaction warms her heart.]

Happy birthday, Dana. :)

How's your morning going so far? Are you going to work or using some PTO today?

{{OOC: I'm so glad you like it ;_; }}

[faithfulskeptic]

Somewhere in between.

I took the day off but I'm looking over some notes from my last case. It's just so easy to get things done when it's quiet...

[death_calling]

Well, that's a start. Better than being in the office. Just remember to take some time for yourself today.

What case are you analyzing this time?

[faithfulskeptic]

I plan to. As it happens I have a nice bottle of wine to look forward to.

Unexplained prison break. Largely still unexplained. What are you up to?

[death_calling]

Be sure to eat something with all that liquor as well.

Do you suspect it was an inside job or something else entirely?

Hardly anything exciting in comparison to your work. Doing a little bit of house shopping in Boston for the next few days.

[faithfulskeptic]

Chocolate and wine is a balanced meal.

[ SHE'S KIDDING but also she's going to have the world's most luxurious bath, ever. ]

No; he acted alone, we're relatively sure. I'm not sure I have an answer for this one.

Yeah? Boston's an interesting city, I can't remember the last time I was there.

[death_calling]

You're not wrong ^-^

[Hey, she's not out to mother anyone, especially on their birthday. So long as Scully doesn't get arrested, everything should be fine.]

Sometimes there isn't an answer, which is typically the hardest pill to swallow. Maybe stepping back from the file for a bit will give your brain some time to recharge? You can always bounce any thoughts off me as well.

My grandfather used to work up here at Fenway Park as a groundskeeper. It's definitely a place where I might set up roots.

[faithfulskeptic]

Oh really? I think it could be a good place for you. And not too far if you want to come remind yourself why sane people don't live in D.C.

[ Plus, there are so many old cemeteries, which is kind of Olivia's vibe, she thinks, but there's no way to say that which doesn't sound weird. ]

Yeah. I'm trying not to get too philosophical about the weird stuff on a day off.

[death_calling]

D.C. is up there with Los Angeles and New York, places someone would have to pay me to come live in. I'll send you pictures of this condo I'm thinking about signing on later.

[Cemeteries are definitely one of the reasons she likes the area, along with different museums and cozy tea shops. Such a nerd in her own little quirky way.]

Exactly! You should only be pondering the 'toughest' questions right now. Like if it's a pajamas or regular clothes day. Or if 11 am is a good time for lunch or breakfast.

Give the file a break. It's not going anywhere.

[faithfulskeptic]

Definitely! Can't wait to see.

Speaking of tough questions: would a zodiac tattoo be too silly? I know, it's pseudoscience, but it's pretty pseudoscience?

[death_calling]

It's not a bad idea, imho. You don't have to accept numerology or fortune-telling in order to get a zodiac animal tattoo. The lore is satisfying as is.

[Typing, typing. The next message contains a well-taken photo from someone's online portfolio.]

What about this type of design and coloring?

PSL

[borntolove]

[Scully receives a post card one day addressed to her and reads the following]

Scully,

Sorry, I just took off like that. Had to make sure everything connected in the loop in the end. Fancy lunch and tea at Old Ebbitt Grill? Meet me at noon on May 9th, 1999

The Doctor

[The odd thing is that there isn't any post stamp. The front of the post card looks like this]

[faithfulskeptic]

[ There's a part of her that almost thinks it's a joke, this mystery postcard. Maybe that's the part of her that wants to write off that whole weird experience as just... some kind of strange hallucination.

That's easier said than done. She'd had a tox screen run on herself after, in case she'd been drugged, and come up clean. She's still got that inexplicable x-ray hidden away in a folder somewhere.

So she shows up. Not without some uncertainty, this whole thing has been strange from the beginning. But it's lunch in a normal restaurant, how weird could it get? ]

[borntolove]

[The Doctor arrives - late. A half-an-hour late. Finally around 12:30, he waltz's into the restaurant, in those blue-pinstripes of his, asking the waiter if there's a Scully here. The waiter gestures over and remarks how she's been waiting. The Doctor, proceeds to walk over, one of his hands holding onto the baby, who seems a bit older and is now walking and has very red hair growing in. Fred is also wearing a new necklace.]

Hallo, sorry about being late. Got a bit caught up in sight-seeing and so many shops at the Smithsonian!

Blimey, we could have spent all day in the shops.

[Fred makes a bit of a Gallifreyan that roughly translate to 'we did spend all day in the shop' and then squeaks 'hi' to Scully in English]

Right! This is Fred. Fred - Scully, Scully - Fred. Excuse me waiter, we'll need another seat. Sorry about that, Jack's off at - insert bizarre alien world name here- it's a big casino planet and well- Fred's not hold enough yet for that.

[faithfulskeptic]

[ Ah, yes. She'd been preoccupied wondering how strange it'd be to have him show up again, she hadn't even considered that he might... not.

She's already picking at a salad casually when he finally shows up. With a special guest. Extra unexpected. She blinks a bit owlishly. ]

Hello, [ she says reflexively, then pauses. ] The same Fred?

[borntolove]

Mmmm.

[The Doctor remarks casually and finds his seat and Fred decides to hop onto her dad's lap. Fred stares back owlishly at Scully.]

Uppose we don't need that extra seat.

[Fred smiles playful upwards. She's a big girl! The Doctor glances at the menu and over at the waiter]

Can we start off with a selection of tea and treats?

[The Doctor's attention finally settling on Scully]

Right! Good to finally, propertly meet you.

[Offering a handshake across the table and given a look on his face, wondering if she will shake.]

[faithfulskeptic]

[ She'd nearly given up on him showing, but here they are and she's not sure what to say. She does shift to take his hand and shake it.

Kid or no kid, he seems normal enough. Human enough, she should say-- no indication that he's a medical mystery. ]

Definitely better circumstances than last time. I...

[ She hesitates. She still doesn't know what to make of last time. ]

I haven't heard anything else about it. From the hospital.

[ She's got no idea if that's a good or bad sign. ]

[borntolove]

[The Doctor gives a hardy but friendly handshake back. With a bit below average human temperature. Someone is a bit on the cooler body temperature side. The Doctor beams]

Yes! Absolutely!

And thank you for not giving me any medication. And you won't.

[A quick non-suggestive wink of the eye. Then remarks in a whisper]

Can't have my blood laying around. Would change human evolution.

[faithfulskeptic]

I guess that's for the best... I'm not sure I want to know how you managed it, though.

[ The rational side of her is still screaming that none of this is possible. It's weighed out, just barely, by the fact that she remembers every bewildering moment of fleeing in-- in a spaceship. ]

I'm not sure it wouldn't just be written off as contamination, but.

[ Maybe it's for the best that they don't have to find out. ]

[borntolove]

I'm not looking to alter your DNA. You lot do that enough when you get out in the universe.

[The waiter comes back with the tea tray, with associated teas, some crackers, cheese and chocolate. Ten makes a 'what is this' sort of face at the waiter.]

Wut no scones or cucumber sandwachies?

[The Waiter simply remarks this isn't London.]

... Right, sorry. Don't come here often.

[Then is asked if those are wanted]

Nah. When in Rome - eat whut the Romans eat.

[There's a glimmer in those brown eyes that he's really been with the Romans. The Waiter leaves and Ten picks out a tea bag for himself and adds exactly three sugars and Fred picks out a tea bag for herself and The Doctor pours for both of them.]

What exactly is it you did before you met Mulder.

[faithfulskeptic]

[ If he's really an alien, she's curious about why he comes off as so English. But maybe that's a question for another time. Or at least later. It's hardly the most pressing thing.

And besides it looks like he's starting the interrogation. Scully arches an eyebrow. ]

Before we were partners I was teaching at the Academy, for a little while. Forensic pathology.

[borntolove]

[The Doctor pauses sipping on his tea. Scully will see a sudden darkness in those brown eyes. The look of someone who has seen many dead bodies - and might even be haunted by some of those. Fred looks confused. Ten finally takes a sip of his tea]

Why did you choose that profession?

[faithfulskeptic]

They recruit for it.

[ She knows it unsettles people, what she does. It's honest work, and important, and she's not ashamed of it; she's good at it. But it's not exactly a great topic for polite company. ]

I'd been in medical school and wasn't sure clinical practice was the right choice. I thought the Bureau would be a way to distinguish myself, a different way to help people.