Dr. Thomas Light comes on in da door, as he tends to do. There being no other way in, that is publically known, without use of high explosives and various defensive measures. Or a teleport device of sorts. Either way, it's in he comes, cane a-tapping, and takes a look at the patients' readings.

Bowie is still here, lying on the same bed he's been occupying for a while now. Thanks to the efforts of the combined medical staff, he's a fair better sight than before. While he has yet to regain consciousness, the various monitors connected to his systems report that his systems are stable. The readouts from his neural net have been fluttering, but still close to normal parameters.

Dr. Thomas Light, even though horribly spammed, cuts to the chase and taps in another code to inject a gentle jolt to the activation sensors in Bowie's brain and cortex. Nothing major, it would just offer a hint to a sleeping brain that there is indeed a waking world out there, awaiting the honor of His presence. He leaves it at that, not wanting to tax the person who is convalescing, and walks to the patient.

Bowie's neural net accepts the command, and sets about bringing itself out of standby mode. One of the monitors beeps, reporting this change in status, followed by a brief readout that would make no sense to the average person, but does give some important information to those more understanding of what makes Reploids work. Some errors crop up in the restart sequence, mostly dealing with his memory cache and buffers. Neither are life threatening, however, and so the startup continues.

The net result: after about a minute, Bowie opens his eyes, blinks once, then twice, then shuts them again. Gingerly, he opens them one more time, squinting at the light above him.

Mac arrives from the Light Labs - Corridor 3.

Mac has arrived.

Dr. Thomas Light watches the readouts, not having any idea how long it will take for the patient to awaken. When the errors crop up they are duly recorded into the patient's file for further examination, and Light turns away just in time to see the eyes...well, no, they're closed. Did they open? Yes, now they do, one at a time. Light reaches over and dims the light gently, saying "Good morning, Bowie."

Mac walks in quietly, attempting to avoid disturbing anyone resting in here. He carries with him a couple of trays - probably meant for feeding any patients that remain in here that feel up to it.

Bowie's squint lessens once the light above him isn't glaring as badly. "Mornin," he says in a dazed tone. He's awake, but he's not all here yet, apparently.

Dr. Thomas Light smiles a bit as Bowie's reactions tell him when to stop dimming lights. Got to love a decent patient, helpful without even meaning to be. He pats Bowie on the shoulder, saying "Welcome back to the world of the waking, don't try to get up." and looks at the door, the new arrival. "Hello?" Well, the lights ARE dimmed. And the player doesn't know if he's ever met Mac IC'ly before.

[OOC] Mac says, "Light, I'm your grandson. I stood guard at your bedside while you laid at death's door one time. :)"

[OOC] Dr. Thomas Light says, "Ah, thank you. I do forget things."

Bowie wasn't planning on it, even before the doctor says anything. He tilts his head slightly, just enough to get the person standing over him into view, eyes focusing on his face. The Texan's expression becomes puzzled, as if trying to determine if he should recognize the doctor or not. Whoever just entered the room is noticed in a distracted sort of way, but right now he's up to only focusing on one person at a time. After a moment's pause, he poses a question. "This Midland, or El Paso?"

Dr. Thomas Light smiles as he recognizes (-_-;;;, sorry) Mac, offering a gentle wave and welcome. "Come over, welcome home, Mac. Always welcome, as always." Redundant he may be, but he is also attentive to the patient at hand who seems to want questions answered. "Bowie? This is Light Labs, in Neo-Tokyo. You are in the medical bay." Seen forgetfulness before, he has.

Mac furrows his brow and sets down the trays on the counter. He approaches the Good Doctor, smiling faintly as he does. "...is there anyone who would benefit from some nutrition at this juncture?" he inquires quietly of his grandfather, not quite knowing the situation in here, and not wanting to disrupt recovery by plopping down a tray full of scrambled eggs and grape jell-o on someone's lap.

Bowie's brow furrows in confusion at the answer he receives. "Light Labs?" he echoes questioningly, followed by, "Does my commander know I'm here?" The other person in the room receives a glance, an action he quickly regrets. Not that the sight of Mac disturbs him, but the quick movement of his eyes makes him dizzy. He closes his eyes again for a moment while he waits for the room to stop spinning.

[OOC] Bowie seems to have lost his accent, too. Whoops. :]

Dr. Thomas Light nods softly, patting the patient on the shoulder gently. "Michael knows you're here, he recieves full reports on the hour. You're not well, please do relax...are you hungry?" He asks to Bowie, in respect for Mac and the food he has brought, so politely and generously. A smile up to Mac, since Bowie can not see for a moment with his eyes closed. Mouths a 'welcome'.

Bowie says "Ah don't thank Ah'm up t'eatin..." Apparently his accent module has kicked in, albeit belatedly. "Michael? Who's Michael?"

Mac nods towards Light, in appreciation... opticing the food he brought. Hm. Might as well use a highly technological invention known as a refridgerator. He slides it into the medbay's fridge - ready to be microwaved, or so it would seem. Hopefully it shan't fall to the fate that some other leftovers and samples have in the Fridge of Horrors. Pause. Blink. For some reason... Mac takes 'who's Michael' to be another way of saying 'I really got whacked hard'. Not good.

"Michael is your commanding officer." Light says in his normal, relaxing and hopefully trustworthy-sounding voice. He tries very hard to keep concern off his face, as he too is worried at the sounds Bowie makes. Or the lack of ones that were expected, like "Mike? He still ridin that'ol harley up trees?" Light shakes his head, just fractionally, and says "You seem to be experiencing some trauma from the attack. If you need anything?"

Bowie protests softly, but insistantly, "But John Werner's captain a Company E..." His lips tug into a frown of concern as nothing seems to make sense. "Attack...?" He pauses, then his eyes snap open again, his confusion temporarily replaced with worry for others. "...dear lord, is everyone all right?"

Mac furrows his brow, glancing towards Dr. Light. "...should I summon some assistance for you?" he inquires, wondering if emergency surgery (or at least an upgrade to the latest 'security fix' of Windows, rewriting the EULA to sell Microsoft your immortal soul) is necessary.

[OOC] Bowie is installed with Windows XP. And he was never the same again.

[OOC] Dr. Thomas Light coughs!

Dr. Thomas Light eases a datapad into Bowie's hands, calling up a record of the attack on its screen. "You're not in Texas, Bowie. This is a different place, and your neural net has suffered some damage. Many people were hurt in the attack," he says, as gently as he can, but won't lie to anyone. Looks to Mac, shaking his head. "No, Mac. I don't want to perform surgery unless it's absolutely needed, I think time and care may sort things out here. Could you come over, so he can see you? Familiar faces usually help out."

Bowie tries to wrap his mind about those facts, and it's reflected in his uncertain expression. He reaches up to take the datapad, then holds it where can more easily read it. "Whut 'bout Jackal? He all right?"

Mac nods, quietly observing... he folds his arms behind his back, awaiting any orders that the doctor might have for him. Might as well help, if he can - that's pretty much what he was designed for, or so it seems at times.

Dr. Thomas Light frowns a little now, not knowing how to answer Bowie's request for his old friend. "I don't know, Bowie. I don't know who you're asking for, having never met Sir Jackal. Would you like to tell me about him?" again motions Mac over to where Bowie can see him.

Mac blinks... finally taking the hint. Although he probably doesn't know Bowie very well, he's definitely seen him around the base. He approaches, becoming more readily seen by everyone's favorite cop.

Bowie moves his gaze briefly from the datapad to Mac, but his blank expression suggests he doesn't recognize the cavalier any more than he does the doctor. "Jackal. Jack Kaluza. Mah partner," he says in answer to Light's question.

Dr. Thomas Light is having a bad time figuring out how to react, even though Light himself has had this happen before. He takes his time thinking of a response as is his way, he always talks like this. It makes him sound slow, perhaps lame in some way, when he's actually just...thoughtful. "When you can move to it, our computer will let you look up Jack Kaluza, Bowie. If you like. No rush, please, relax till you feel up to it."

Bowie frowns again. Something is most definitely not right here, though he doesn't yet realize it's him. Shifting his gaze from the purple-clad figure to the doctor, he tries to place them. They seem familiar somehow, but he cannot give them names. "Jackal's got t'be wurried 'bout me...whut the heck am Ah doin in Neo-Tokyo, anyway?"

Mac pauses... "...it is a... long story, Bowie." He glances towards Dr. Light, uncertain if he should elaborate. Doc Light, after all, IS the expert on this sort of thing. Even Mac's ultra-helpful attitude tells him not to go playing brain surgeon.

Dr. Thomas Light nods, letting Mac help a bit at the moment since he feels rather lost himself. "You work here, Bowie. The rest is in the computer, I think it would be best if you took it in small doses..."

Bowie rubs his temples with his free hand. He's not in the Texas Rangers? The world seems to have gone off-kilter. He begins to shake his head, thinks better of it, and sighs. "Tired..." he complains softly. "Ah should recharge."

Dr. Thomas Light nods, adjusting the lights lower. "Rest then. Recharge is always good."

Bowie rests the datapad on his chest and closes his eyes. After a few moments, the monitor beeps quietly, letting the doctor know that the battered Texan's entered recharge mode without difficulty.