[ castti is in another galaxy and can't hear your shade. ]
Oh, we're going to have to keep an eye on you and Io, aren't we. [ amused but. also. ] We'll show you the results regardless of whether you contribute blood. But perhaps.
If you please. I want this thing out of me sooner than later. [ ... he glances back to throné, here, just for a second; there's a ripple of color up the side of his face, climbing stained glass. ] Though, people seem to deem me far less responsible than I actually am. Part of insisting on sleeping in here tonight was ensuring that Throné would not go through the same thing I did last week.
[ their tails all sway slowly before they'll be getting up with their stool to climb up onto it, searching for the scanner but still talking to him over their shoulder. ]
That, I can't guarantee, but we will perhaps be able to ascertain a few things now that might allow us control over them. Or, at least, we'll be able to rule out whether or not they're responsible for what's making Starling walk a hole in Io's floor.
[ yay murder ]
You were prioritizing others, as a healer often does. I gave you grief for not staying in the pods for longer, but you at least did enough to not be in danger - you didn't know that the medbay would be closed off the following day.
We're not hiding it, so they should, since I'm messaging Io in the group conversation. But we want to see if anything changes during lockdowns, compared to how the nanites typically are at any other point.
[ takes down a box, looks in it. puts it back. takes down a box, looks in it. sets it down on the nearby cot; it's full of bandages. ]
Be easier to see. Here, take it, put it on Io's desk for me.
[ they unclasp their helmet from where it creates a seal against their neck, and holds the helmet down to him. they're not facing the rest of the room yet, but two large, foxish ears flick upwards from their short, dark hair now that they're free. ]
of course he looks at the inside of the helmet to see what it looks like in there. anything weird in here. otherwise he'll go do as he's told and set it down on io's desk. ]
[ nothing of interest. the visor on the inside has a data readout on it, but it's just a countdown at the moment for when 0030 hours hits. ]
Habit. I've gotten used to wearing it, and I'm a private person.
[ anyways, hello everyone. adrastea smooths her hands through her hair to fix it, before going back to searching, eyes making a soft whirring sound as they focus. ]
At least Io has kept this place organized, so it's just a matter of finding the right box.
[ boooo boring. he sets the helmet down, and leaves a note to io - that he's taking an extra roll of bandages - on their desk. temenos seems unsurprised by how adrastea looks. wao ]
If you're lucky, perhaps they'll even have readable handwriting. That may be an improvement over our dear apothecary back home.
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[ Castti.
anyway this is deadpan. ] I'd like to know what the results are, so I don't mind.
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Oh, we're going to have to keep an eye on you and Io, aren't we. [ amused but. also. ] We'll show you the results regardless of whether you contribute blood. But perhaps.
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anyway. ]
If you please. I want this thing out of me sooner than later. [ ... he glances back to throné, here, just for a second; there's a ripple of color up the side of his face, climbing stained glass. ] Though, people seem to deem me far less responsible than I actually am. Part of insisting on sleeping in here tonight was ensuring that Throné would not go through the same thing I did last week.
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That, I can't guarantee, but we will perhaps be able to ascertain a few things now that might allow us control over them. Or, at least, we'll be able to rule out whether or not they're responsible for what's making Starling walk a hole in Io's floor.
[ yay murder ]
You were prioritizing others, as a healer often does. I gave you grief for not staying in the pods for longer, but you at least did enough to not be in danger - you didn't know that the medbay would be closed off the following day.
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[ see!! he usees his brain!!!! everyone out here like temenos you're irresponsible!! NO HE GOT CUCKED!!!!
anyway more importantly the actual plot. he watches them climb, matching the fox tail swish with one of his own (sorry throné) ]
Do the others know that you're doing this? Besides Io.
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[ takes down a box, looks in it. puts it back. takes down a box, looks in it. sets it down on the nearby cot; it's full of bandages. ]
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You may as well take that off while your cover has been blown by a pillow. [ join the party ] A fine inquiry, I believe.
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Be easier to see. Here, take it, put it on Io's desk for me.
[ they unclasp their helmet from where it creates a seal against their neck, and holds the helmet down to him. they're not facing the rest of the room yet, but two large, foxish ears flick upwards from their short, dark hair now that they're free. ]
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of course he looks at the inside of the helmet to see what it looks like in there. anything weird in here. otherwise he'll go do as he's told and set it down on io's desk. ]
It does seem counterproductive.
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[ anyways, hello everyone. adrastea smooths her hands through her hair to fix it, before going back to searching, eyes making a soft whirring sound as they focus. ]
At least Io has kept this place organized, so it's just a matter of finding the right box.
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I WAS CORRECT]
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lmao ]
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If you're lucky, perhaps they'll even have readable handwriting. That may be an improvement over our dear apothecary back home.
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[ affectionate ribbing on their io, as they resume rummaging around through the boxes. ]
Theirs is probably the worst of the crew, I think.
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[ help. ]
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[ hup, they bring down a dusty box and wipe it off, apparently having found what they need. ]
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Not an affliction clerics face.
[ temenos LOVES sleeping ]
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Nor intelligence officers.
[ so does adrastea ]