Doctor Hugo sits at a table, sipping his FDA-approved 1920's anesthetic. (Uh, he's drinking a gin & tonic.) When a fellow party-goer passes by, the good doctor clears his throat and nods in their direction. "Hey stranger," his Southern drawl is decent, if a little inconsistent. "You know, those who've recently committed murder will often show physiological signs." He puts down his drink and uncoils the stethoscope from around his neck. "Mind if I run some tests? That is, assuming you have nothing to hide."
The fellow party-goer stops to glance back at Hugo with uplifted eyebrows. His expression is initially one of genuine surprise but soon takes on signs of faint, feigned offense. Michael Honeyman has nothing to hide, but who likes being accused of murder? Nevertheless, he takes a few steps back toward the table and looks down at Hugo, neither accepting or declining the offer just yet.
"That's some introduction, Doc. Are you asking everyone or do you just not like the look of me?"
Hearing Hugo's accent gives Criswell pause, though. Should he be doing an accent? He can't do an accent. Playing a role is difficult enough. But...
"Easy, now. No need to get your feathers all flustered," Hugo pacifies Criswell with some possibly made-up saying."I'm asking everyone, if you must know. But," he leans forward in his seat, "it'll be easier to tell if I like the look of ya if you come a bit closer."
With his foot, Hugo pushes out the seat across from him. An invitation.
"Ruffled," Criswell corrects automatically, giving no thought as to whether or not Michael Honeyman would bother. He can't help himself. He does pause to look at the chair that's been pushed out for him though, considering the good doctor and his proposition and how it might look to say no. Then he takes a seat.
"One problem: who's that leave to run these 'tests' for you?" Despite this question, he seems willing enough to go along with...whatever Hugo has in mind. He's actually pretty curious about that. He folds his hands in font of hi on the table, waiting for instructions.
Hugo is unbothered by Criswell's correction. In fact, he probably doesn't realize he's being corrected. This man just said "Ruffled" out of context as far as he's concerned. Perhaps it's a character choice. A regional Americanism? Hugo's not going to judge.
"There are no problems," Hugo assures the man across from him, leaning forward and putting his own hands atop Criswell's. "I can run these tests... myself..." His words slow as his face unintentionally contorts in pained concentration. He's trying to count Criswell's pulse on the inside of his wrists and it's very hard to speak and count at the same time.
An elevated heart rate isn't absolute proof of murder, but it's a good starting point. "Just... a minute... longer... now..."
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SPEAKEASY: Doc Hugo & OPEN ++
SPEAKEASY: Doc Hugo & Criswell
"That's some introduction, Doc. Are you asking everyone or do you just not like the look of me?"
Hearing Hugo's accent gives Criswell pause, though. Should he be doing an accent? He can't do an accent. Playing a role is difficult enough. But...
SPEAKEASY: Doc Hugo & Criswell
With his foot, Hugo pushes out the seat across from him. An invitation.
SPEAKEASY: Doc Hugo & Criswell
"One problem: who's that leave to run these 'tests' for you?" Despite this question, he seems willing enough to go along with...whatever Hugo has in mind. He's actually pretty curious about that. He folds his hands in font of hi on the table, waiting for instructions.
SPEAKEASY: Doc Hugo & Criswell
"There are no problems," Hugo assures the man across from him, leaning forward and putting his own hands atop Criswell's. "I can run these tests... myself..." His words slow as his face unintentionally contorts in pained concentration. He's trying to count Criswell's pulse on the inside of his wrists and it's very hard to speak and count at the same time.
An elevated heart rate isn't absolute proof of murder, but it's a good starting point. "Just... a minute... longer... now..."