Megan Pham

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[mayhemwithmegan]

"I left town for like five days and this had to break now? I have objectively awesome timing."

[atticus-xsantana]

mayhemwithmegan​:

“Does anyone else think it’s weird how much the Harris Report reports on blood? Like is he just a mini-van driving WASP-y vampire or something?”

“I’m probably the last person who would try and defend the Harris Report, but mini vans are surprisingly practical and fuel efficient. Plenty of storage to hold and transport all that audacity.”

[mayhemwithmegan]

"Audacity and his legion of offspring??? WHO MARRIED THAT GUY? Satan?? Also are you still stuck in your driveway? I can't bring the sexy fuel economy of a minivan, but I have four wheels!"

[mayhemwithmegan]

"Does anyone else think it's weird how much the Harris Report reports on blood? Like is he just a mini-van driving WASP-y vampire or something?"

[atlasx-chen]

“Sooo… Should I donate to pay that guy’s bail? Do we like the Harris report more than we like sir Tumblety?? Where do we draw the line?!? Someone please send help I am having a quarter life moral crisis.”

[ephennere]

If you want to have any hope of getting any any time ever, you will not donate to paying Flamingo Man’s bail.

[mayhemwithmegan]

"You think he's too cute for that threat to hold water, babes."

[ronald-stone]

“Bringing coffee and company to @atticus-xsantana​ so he can tell me about the date he had the other day.  So proud of him for going out of his comfort zone like that.”

[mayhemwithmegan]

"I'm gonna need you to repeat that sentence for me. For science."

[mayhemwithmegan]

"Cheerfully blocking crime related notifications on my phone like a proton rejecting electrons or Dumbledore just leaving Hufflepuff, the real MVP, out int he cold."

[atticus-xsantana]

megansmanymisadventures​:

Megan beamed - point one on the side of this maybe being a date. “Thanks! It’s good to see your face. See you.” Offering to pay for food? Point two. Just create a mental mind map to decide how things were going and things couldn’t possibly go wrong, right?

Alternatively, she could just be reading into things because a cute guy was being nice. They ordered their food before Atticus led the way over to a table, settling in to wait for their food and have a chat. Atticus launched into questions, leaning into the conversation. Point three, maybe?

“I mean, if I was going to drop out, I probably should have done that during undergrad,” Megan said, “so as much as I want to bury the profs under the textbooks-” she held her hands out to demonstrate how thick some of the textbooks were, “-I’m toughing it out. Only a bit more of classes and then the board certification exams and, voila, legal drug dealer. But not.” There were, of course, added complications. If she dropped out her parents would probably actually murder her. And she’d probably wind up being her friend’s human-translator instead of doing work that was meaningful just to her. Megan did not do excellent life choices, but getting murdered by her parents or getting murdered by someone pissed off by an obtuse scientist were life choices she knew well enough to avoid.

“How about you? How is the job? And-” nope don’t mention any connection to the whole Tumblety mess, “-yeah, how are things?” Excellent recovery. Sticked the landing.

Atticus listened quietly, nodding along as Megan spoke. Although he’d been considered a prodigy, he knew the struggle personally. The amount of times he’d considered dropping out, for a multitude of just south of slightly inconvenient reasons, was inordinate. 

Atticus cocked an eyebrow at her last sentence before smirking, “Well, I can confirm you would make more money dealing drugs illegally.” Okay so maybe that wasn’t the most convincing argument to stay in school. She doesn’t need to know that. Or question why you know that. “Although, perhaps, there are more important things than how much you get paid. Anyway, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble on your exams at all. You’re smart.” Not so smooth save but good enough? Yeah this was definitely harder than talking to executives about investments.  He hadn’t really considered that Megan would turn the question back around onto him, hardly even noticing her slight stumble in speech. Humming in contemplation, Atticus sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Well, the wealthy of Harris are collectively losing their minds over this threat on Mr Tumblety. Apparently an attack on one of them is the equivalent to an attack on all of them,” he chuckled half-heartedly, thinking of all his clients who were currently scrambling to protect their wealth, his own parents included. “Do you know what I mean? How does that saying go? Something about birds and flocking. Almost like a rich people hive mind,” he continued, making flapping motions with his hands. He’d never been particular good at english idioms but hopefully he was getting his message across. 

Okay, this isn’t exactly “pleasant” conversation Atticus. “Maybe we shouldn’t about this today, though. It’s a bit too unsettling for casual conversation, isn’t it?” he asked, dismissing the topic with a slight wave of his hand, even though he’d been the one to bring it up in the first place. The topic wasn’t exactly casual date friendly. Perhaps he should have made up something else, something more vague, like he usually did when others inquired about his life. There was just something about Megan that made him want to be honest. Like he could be honest. 

“Ah, perfect timing, food’s on its way,” he said, nodding to the server heading towards their table, silently thanking whatever good karma sent this distraction his way. After their food was settled on the table and he’d thanked the server, Atticus turned his attention back to Megan. “Everything look okay?” he asked, “I can ask them to fix it if anything is wrong.” 

[mayhemwithmegan]

"I would not last as a dealer, because I'd insist on it being good quality and not stepped on, so the kingpins lacing things with fentanyl would be out for my blood," Megan said. She was pretty sure that everyone who worked in the pharmcological field in any capacity had weighed the pros and cons of a drug dealer life on their particularly rough days. Either that, or she just reacted in extremes. "But soon I will not have to be smart, just able to read off of a computer screen and count things." It was more complicated than that, but by and large people seemed to swing in to pick up a prescription and paid for it without a single question - even when they really did need to stop and chat and wound up calling at five minutes to close to figure out if you could mix vicodin with tylonol. Which was hilarious, because tylonol was in vicodin already.

She listened as Atticus spoke with some wry amusement about the rich folks freaking out. Megan hadn't been aware that people were taking it so personally - then again, she was relatively new to the area and solidly middle class, so she had no reason to know.

"Birds of a feather flock together?" She was going to ask how his family in particular was taking the news - Atticus and Warren's son were good friends as far as Megan knew. After a moment's trying to think how to ask that politely, Atticus segued into other topics of conversation, noting that the whole mess was a bit morbid. The server's fortuitous timing ended the conversation about the morning's bloody events, as interesting as it was.

"I have a cast iron stomach, unless they literally poison me, it'll be fine," Megan said, shrugging. Over the course of her life she'd had various things put in her food by well meaning individuals. Most memorably her room mate's brother dumping a supplement into her otherwise delicious smoothie while she watched. It had tasted like chalk - well intentioned chalk, but chalk nonetheless. "It looks good - did they get your stuff right?" Hopefully they got his stuff right, because she had no doubt that he was the right kind of assertive to go get his stuff fixed. Not that Megan wasn't - if she got the wrong thing entirely or something was inedible.

"How's work going? Still successfully charming everyone out of their money? Well, into making money. Bank-y stuff." Excellent save. "Just made it sound like we have the skills to run a really sad criminal empire, which is, uh, not where I was going with that."