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Moment of Awesome - Rachel Kinross-Dayspring/Revenant: Rachel is called in to assist Marie-Ange Colbert and Jean Grey in rebuilding a body for Quentin Quire after his battle with the Shadow King. The medlab doors swung open again to admit another, albeit more frazzled-looking redhead. "I thought we were here to do science?" Rachel asked, hands shoved into the pockets of her slightly singed lab coat as she hopped up into a table. "'Cause I'm not sure if we have the same ideas about art." "Appreciate things. Open your mind a little," Quentin retorted, and then groaned when he realized he had unintentionally made a joke. "Chuckles says you've telepathically rebuilt your body out of nothing. So you're supposed to help me do it, too. How?" "Magic," Rachel replied with a toss of her head and the sweetest smile you could imagine. The professor had called her back from where she had been sciencing somewhere out in bumfuck nowhere - and while she appreciated having a clean bed and hot shower again, it didn't necessarily mean that she was happy to leave her work to deal with Sassy McSassy. "Marie-Angie magics you a body and we pour you into it. Like filling a pint of beer from a tap. Easy. Unless we somehow screw up and you explode in the astral plane." "The constructed body is more likely to explode first, and then we will all be slimed." Marie-Ange explained, as she rearranged sketches and photographs. "Any excessive energy will, as I understand it, disrupt the ectoplasm my images are created from and we will have to start from scratch. Which means a higher risk of mess, but a lesser risk to Quentin's mind damaging itself." She paused, considering another risk. "Or possessing anyone else, besides Doctor Grey. Or myself I suppose. I can control the images, so the Professor and Ms. Frost have always suspected that I have a psionic connection to them." "That doesn't mean you'd have control over my body, does it?" Quentin asked warily. "Briefly, perhaps." Marie-Ange said, and then set her hands firmly on the table, and the in her hair, and then fiddling with a pen, and another piece of paper, and then she rubbed at her face. She was not going to be dishonest, or even dissembling, not for this. "I think. This is new territory for me, and I have quite a lot of theories, and I know my constructs can be possessed because I have done it, but it has been a long time since anyone else tried to control anything I made." And that last time was a copy of herself. From another universe. "I think once you are inside, I can cede control." "I trust them," Jean said to Quentin as she glanced between the three of them to make a point, putting the jar of ectoplasmic goo on the table. "And, if it doesn't work the first time, we'll keep trying. You'll just have to be a passenger for a little while longer."