revivalproject | High Heels And Broken Streets

WHO: Tae Takemi, You?
WHERE: Hospital, Hotel, Whale Comb Sent Her
WHAT: Hospital Evaluations, Residence Consideration, Replicator Poking
WHEN: February 20th-25th
WARNINGS: None

I. A New Workplace | Temba Hospital

The map had led her here, across the snowy city, out in the cold in only a short dress, a leather coat, and high heeled platform shoes. Really, Tae was not often the sort to regret her fashion choices, but as she entered the hospital, shivering, she was already mentally aching for any of her pairs of leggings to help. And socks. Oh her kingdom for socks.

For now, though, she walked slowly through the hospital the map on the communicator had led her to. Even now she had it in hand, taking notes.

"Could use a couch for the waiting room. Chairs are too uncomfortable."

Then she moved down the hall and through a door, inspecting an actual exam room. This earned some nods and more notes. And, with time, she entered something that made her pause, lowering her communicator, to stare.

"Well well, somehow I wasn't expecting a proper lab in a place like this," she said, and yes, she was almost cooing as she looked at some of the machines in here. "It's almost like someone was preparing for me."

II. Temporary Residence | Temba Hotel

"These stairs are ridiculous," Tae grumbled as she made her way carefully up the stairs from the lobby of the hotel. "Who lived in this place, seven foot tall people? Ridiculous."

Even with her heels these stairs were definitely going to work out her legs some. That was, in its own way, a good thing. Tae had always been proud of her legs, but even this was ridiculous.

"And there's not even a subway to get around. How can people even consider this as a reasonable city for a supposedly advanced species?"

III. What's This Do? | Whale Comb Sent Her

Research was important in a situation like this, and Tae had done her research. She'd gone back through the social network here, something like a forum system she thought. Which didn't matter so much as learning the important thing which was that there was supposedly a device that could be used to synthesize other devices. It was that knowledge that brought Tae here today.

And of course she hadn't tried to interact with the machine yet, paused as she was in looking at the way it appeared.

"Seems like someone is stuck in victorian era sci-fi styles. I wasn't expecting a steam-punk horror here."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

If there was one thing that any doctor could predict of any child (including those with strange yellow rabbit-rats running around with them), it was that they would invariably hurt themselves. For a moment, as she saw him running down the stairs she was going up, Tae was tempted to lecture him, and demand if his parents were around. Except, of course, it was likely they weren't.

The moment of hesitation was all it took for the boy to be past her, then loose his balance, then tumble down the stairs. Which was of course a predictable result of his rush. But being the only one around, she knew what the right thing to do was, which was turn around and hasten her own way (carefully) down the stairs and to his side.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice... Well, it wasn't quite soft, and it wasn't fully agitated, but rather walked a very fine line between concerned and annoyed. If he was alright, it would probably quickly swing toward annoyed and reprimanding.

"Pikapi!" The yellow mouse rushes back over to the boy. "Pikachu?" It sure sounds concerned and pauses just a few feet away from Ash just incase.

Ash lets out a loud groan and needs a second to figure out where he is and why. It comes back in a flash and he's already trying to push himself into a sitting position.

"Y-yeah.. I think so." He manages. He's probably got a few extra bruises to worry about later but he can worry about those-later. For now his priority is getting back to his feet to prove he's okay and nothing's broken. He's a little wobbly but he manages it.

He's on his feet, but that seems a bit early. Of course children are like that.

"How's your head?" she asks as she considers the boy. Better to be sure of concussions early on.

"My.. head?" Ash blinks and then gives it a shake. "It's fine." He assures her. Pikachu takes the moment to jump up to Ash's shoulder to get a look at the adult assessing Ash.

"Hey buddy." Ash offers.

"Pi-kachu!" He greets happily before eying eying the woman carefully.

Well, he's not wobbling. Still, she does reach into her pocket to pull out a small flashlight.

"How about we go with you humoring the doctor who just watched you fall down some stairs?" she counters, not even looking at the strange talking rodent thing.

"You're a doctor? How come you don't have one of those things that you listen to the heart with?" Ash asks in true little kid fashion.

"It's not that I don't appreciate the concern it's just I've taken worse falls than that and was just fine." Not that, that's a great argument.

"From what I understand of it, I'm the only doctor, which makes me your doctor," she answered, still staring him down. "And I haven't had a chance to replicate a stethoscope yet. Too many things that need done first."

"Guess I can't argue with that." Ash offers. If there's only one doctor here then he'd be seeing her as his primary doctor. If he needs one, anyway. Usually he can just walk off his injuries.

"Does that mean you're new, too?" He asks.

Walking off injuries sounds like like the sort of thing a kid that looks like this might do. So she raises the light again.

"I'm checking you for a concussion. Last thing we need is you passing out in the snow and dying of hypothermia," she noted, so yes, let her look at your eyes kid.

"And yes. Only a few days here. You think I'd be wearing shoes like these in the winter if I wasn't?"

"Pi-Ka!?" Pikachu sounds far more alarmed than Ash does at that possibility. He even reaches a paw up in attempt to check his trainer for a fever as though a concussion would come with a fever.

"That's not gonna happen-I feel great!" Ash assures her, gently brushing Pikachu's paw away from his forehead. Well, great aside from the fresh bruises anyway.

"Uh... he glances down at her shoes, having not noticed her shoes previously and not holding still enough to let her look at his eyes. "No, I guess not."

"It seems your pet agrees with me. Now hold still and stop arguing," she says, her voice stern. She's going to check this boy. He's not leaving without that.

Why are some children so foolish?

"Pikachu's not-" He starts to explain that Pikachu is not his pet but his partner and best friend but the stern voice has him abandoning that protest.

"Yes, Ma'am." He says instead, immediately going still.

Good. Finally. She raises the light and carefully flashes the light in both of his eyes, watching for reactivity. And yes, that was about right.

"You seem okay."

"Pika." Pikachu nods in approval, having heard that Ash is fine.

"Great!" Ash says enthusiastically. His might have winced a little at the light in his face but nothing more than would normally be expected. He takes a moment to pause though.

"Sorry for... worrying you." He offers before turning back to his Pokémon.

"Ready to race?" Ash asks.

"Pika!" Pikachu nods and hops back down, ready to dash off the second Ash says.

"Be careful in the ice and snow," she insisted as she put her flashlight in her pocket. "And if you get hurt, contact me. I'm Dr. Tae Takemi, so I shouldn't be hard to find."

"We'll be fine!" Ash assures and then falters when he realized he was in such a rush that he completely forgot his manners. "I'm Ash Ketchum, and this is my best buddy." He introduces himself and the yellow mouse.

"Pika, Pikachu!" Pikachu offers a wave of its paw. "Pikapi... pika." He's a little impatient to get back to their race.

Well, she can't stop children and their pets(?) from play, at all. So she just offers the little creature a nod and turns back toward the stairs.

"Remember, call Tae if you need help. And if you're outside and your fingers start to ache or turn darker in color, immediately come inside and summon me."

"Uh.." Ash glances down at his hands and opens and closes his fists. Everything looks to be the right color. "I'll be okay, thanks for your concern though!" He waves it off and then gets in position to race Pikachu.

"You ready, Pikachu?" He asks.

"Pika!" Is the enthusiastic response.

"Then let's go!" And off they go, shooting off like a rocket. Pikachu is clearly much faster and the obvious winner as the two resume their race.

High Heels And Broken Streets

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