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."

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"Don't see that as a personal goal," she told him as she put away the remainder of the tools she'd used to wrap him up.

"You're doing fine for now. I see no reason to keep you in observation unless you've got things wrong you weren't telling me about. Return in two days for me to check those again."

Things wrong he's not telling about? Only about a thousand things spring to mind, first and foremost what if those fuckers really do have so sort of extra-dimensional rabies like Buckley wouldn't shut up about when Harrington lost his pound of flesh to the things.

But he can't begin to explain that any of that, so he gives an easy nod, shrugging his shirt back on.

"Guess we don't have a drugstore in this place, huh?" he notes regretfully, "No point in asking for a prescription to take with me."

Well, no, she doesn't have that. Still, she looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What would you want a prescription for? Are you experiencing pain? Nightmares? Insomnia? Oh, I suppose I should also take you to the lab to draw blood. We'll do that."

"Heh, uhh, all of the above?" he ventures with a small grin to distance himself from it. You know...just a little trauma. Super casual.

He pushes off of the bed and gathers his shit, not sure how far this lab might be and still not confident enough in the layout of this place after all his extra one on one time here to be sure he can find his way back. "Sure thing, Doc."

"I haven't been here long enough to mix up sleeping pills," she said with an admitted shrug. "After I draw blood I'll have you come back here so I can look for any medicinal stocks there are."

Damn, she would need to start experimenting very soon on new medicines.

That isn't typically part of a doctor's job, is it? Eddie looks impressed, maybe a little curious. Part of him wonders what else she might be able to mix up, but it's not like a doctor's going to become his new supplier. Or like there's even a market for that here...

"preciate it."

Not a normal doctor. But medical researchers? Yes, definitely part of their job.

"Show the appreciation by trying not to get attacked by whatever did that again. Because it wasn't a bat."

She turned and strode right on out of the room. Time to find the lab.

"..." Eddie blinks innocently, lips parting as his mind tries to catch up with some sort of protest. She's moving before one's come, and Eddie shuts his mouth again, jogging a few steps to catch up with her.

What a good little hound, following like he should. Very good. She smirks to herself as she moves through the hospital, looking through doors until she finds the well appointed lab she'd seen earlier. Yes, here.

She needed to get used to the layout here.

"Sit there," she says, pointing to a chair. "Are you left or right handed?"

Despite never having seen this lady before today, Eddie follows after her without questioning whether she knows the way or not until he sees her looking through doors. At least he isn't the only one.

He sits and flexes his fingers, knee bouncing faintly. "Right," he answers absently, neck craning as he turns to take in the rest of the room curiously.

"Right," she confirms as she goes through drawers until she finds what she needs. Someone had laid in a supply of needles and sample vials. Good. Once she had them it took some time to find a tourniquet, rubbing alcohol, gauze, and all of the other things. Those in hand she moves back to his side, hauling a chair with her.

"Alright then, we'll take from your left. Roll your sleeve up."

He doesn't roll so much as tug the sleeve up and into place, fingering one of the many holes left in it with a frown and wondering if it was even worth trying to fix the thing. They'd printed it themselves, he doesn't want to give up on it so easily. He can probably do a patch job later.

"...you know, you are like...craaazy chill about all this," he notes, gesturing to imply their general situation and not taking blood. "All ready got yourself a job and everything."

Perhaps he should find someone good at patching things. But for now she is just focusing on what she's got to do.

"What else am I supposed to be? Panicking? Fainting? I'm no damsel. What I am is a doctor, and if I'm going to be stuck here, I have to be doing something. I'm qualified to do this, and according to that man Felwinter, I'm the only one who can do this."

So why not be a doctor?

It's a fair point, and Eddie nods, brow furrowing as he mentally runs through his own skills and can't exactly see a need he can fill in this place. Not a huuuuge call for a trailer trash, drug dealing, third-go-round highschool senior freak back home either.

"...it's pretty bad ass," he offers with an approving smile.

"I don't disagree," she says as she goes through the process of cleaning, binding, seeking the vein out. He's been annoying enough that she doesn't give him a count down, she just gets the needle in to start drawing blood.

"I'm going to take three vials. After this you are to sit around for a few minutes to rest. Then I'll see you out. Go to the diner and have a full meal. If there is citrus available, go for it. Otherwise, meats will help. If you feel unwell at any point after this, contact me."

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