[Open] The Doctor Is In... Again

[butterfly_kiss]

WHO: Dr. Tae Takemi, You?
WHERE: The Warrens
WHAT: Volcanic Event Doctoring
WHEN: August
WARNINGS: N/A

I. Takemi Medical Clinic: Warrens Branch

There are bags. There is a large box. There are a few stacks of things. And the room is... Sufficient? Tae sighs and taps her foot as she considers the room that she had found, trying to figure out how she was going to do all of this.

"The times when I could use the puppy for help," she sighs as she considers the mess that will soon be a temporary clinic.

Maybe she was getting used to having magic around. It was useful for some things. For now though she sighs, shrugs off her lab coat, appreciates herself for the chose of leggings and flats today, and moves to the nearest bag. Until she hears nearby footsteps.

"Hey!" she calls out. "A quarter of my food rations for tonight if you're willing to come in here and be extra hands for a bit."

Unless they're injured of course. She wasn't going to put injured people to work. She's flip gears immediately into assistance mode then.

II. A Low Down Problem

It was getting predictable, how frustrating life on this waste of a planet was. Nothing can go right for a week, can it? The world is literally allergic to it or something. It's like they're a damn medical drama. And not the good kind where people are dealing with serious medical cases and emergencies. The ones where doctors have long lost twin siblings who are evil.

"You're getting overly dramatic," Tae reminds herself from where she had fallen when, of course, the heel on one of her high heels had broken, leading to this graceless little tumble on the floor.

Not that it was hard to justify being dramatic when they were hiding underground from a volcano and might never escape.

"And that's just panic," she reminds herself. "Which is reasonable but not needed."

It got nothing done. Not even getting the stupid damaged shoe off her foot.

III. An Apple A Day Does Shit, Workouts Though...

Another morning in their shelter, and honestly, Tae's getting tired of it. Quite tired. Can someone become exceedingly tired? She thinks it's likely and rather possible given her mood at the moment. Two months out of three trapped underground would do that to anyone.

"Seasonal affective disorder, in a whole new light," she mumbles to herself before pushing to her feet and walking out of her little clinic slash sleeping space.

"Alright," she says, speaking up so her voice carries across the central mushroom-provided square. "Enough of this. Good morning everyone!"

She hopes. Hard to tell down here and she's not got her comm on her at the moment. And as for 'everyone', she really just means 'anyone who can hear me'.

"We need to get active. Morning yoga lesson, free. Get over here."

This was going to go poorly, wasn't it?

Comments

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[tyrants_son]

The environment is certainly more welcoming than the old Seraph bunkers he'd ever found back on Earth, but the warlord has still been on edge. He'd only been in Calibrations once before, but the similarities of this space and that aren't lost upon him. Had this truly been the only choice? He isn't completely convinced of that, but they'd more or less been routed to this singular option of survival.

But they must make do, and some seem to be doing so more than others. Hearing someone call out, Felwinter continues forward.

"I do not mind being of assistance," he says. "But your share of rations will be unnecessary."

[butterfly_kiss]

Ah, Felwinter! The woman smiles as she sees him.

"Offering to be my hero again? Don't worry, I brought sensible footwear this time."

She gestures for him to join her.

"I just... I need things out of the boxes. Maybe around the walls? It's the best I can do for organizing for now."

[tyrants_son]

He hardly considers being an escort through the snow heroic, but he can at least agree that the woman's shoes are more reasonable to wear. Hopefully she hadn't been in heels during the evacuation and subsequent trip down below.

"Very well," Felwinter says as he looks around. Not an impossible nor troubling task, at least, and it keeps him busy for now. Nodding, he turns to the nearest box to begin removing its contents.

[butterfly_kiss]

She was practical enough to see an evacuation notice and change her shoes. Thankfully.

"Thank you. Do you mind if we talk while we work?"

Some people weren't fans of that.

[tyrants_son]

"...I don't know that I have much to offer by way of conversation, but I suppose I do not mind it," the Exo considers. Conversation isn't really one of his strong points, which is probably ironic considering his original directive had been to study human culture and interact with them.

[butterfly_kiss]

"It was more that I have... a question."

Tony mentioned something called Exos, and now she's got questions.

"Would that be alright?"

[tyrants_son]

He pauses at that, although only for a moment before he resumes unpacking the box he'd started to work on.

"I suppose," Felwinter says after a moment.

[butterfly_kiss]

Well, that's as much permission as she needs.

"Tony seemed to imply you are something called an 'Exo' and thus much of you is... metallic."

And light.

[tyrants_son]

Implied, or perhaps she's just trying to be polite? But Tony does like to do wide circles around what he means to say at times. Felwinter sets down whatever he'd picked out of the box, placing it by the wall before he turns towards Tae. He brings his hands up, removing his helmet.

"That would be correct," he says, as he looks at her with his molten amber gaze. "Which is why I will not require any rations, as compensation or otherwise."

[butterfly_kiss]

Wait... Is that...

"So you're completely non-biological people, like androids such as York?" she says, shocked. She hadn't been prepared for that. "I thought you were just a man with an armor kink!"

[tyrants_son]

"To put it simply, yes," Felwinter replies. He sets the helmet on the top of the box beside the one he's started to unpack, and then he's back to the task at hand.

"I don't think I follow..."

[butterfly_kiss]

Wow. He really is. Talk about something she wasn't prepared for.

"I keep running into things that just seemed impossible a few months ago. I'm sorry for asking, I understand it's rather forward of me."

But damn, she's got so much more curiosity about him than about androids like York.

"Nevermind on that whole not following thing."

Wow that was probably something she shouldn't talk about with someone who is probably asexual.

[tyrants_son]

"Exos are not a common existence for all Earths, it seems," Felwinter observes. Perhaps a good thing, but then he supposes he can't outright rule out that they may all be different. It simply sounds like many places have not yet reached the Golden Age, nor, even more thankfully, the Collapse.

He shrugs at the dismissal, placing his next armload of things from the box to the side.

I

[giveusfreedom]

"You can keep the food, let me just help."

Markus says with an air of determination while, funnily enough, one of the "extra hands" that Dr Takemi needs falls off. He reattaches it immediately.

"Do we have some thirium? It will help me power up."

He is not built to be a nurse, but he's capable of doing some scanning. It has surely helped with handling Carl, back in the day.

[butterfly_kiss]

Well, that's considerate of the young man. She even goes to say so but, well, some people don't want applauded for stuff like this. She smiles in relief and nods. Then pauses. Because... the arm fell off. And thirium...

Consider her eyes wide.

"You're like York," she says, shocked.

[giveusfreedom]

"Yes." he squeezes his eyes closed for a moment "I am the deviant leader. But...I only attack humans in self defense. You're safe."

Quintet was definitely right in detecting a habit of constant attempts to placate. Markus figured that the deviancy would slowly make it disappear overtime, and yet he feels it stronger with every passing day. He's a bit ashamed of it, because he hasn't realized how much of a human trait that is. Then again, he enjoys passing as human a bit too much. That one time that man bumped into him and apologized because he didn't see the LED? That would look like nothing to someone else, but for Markus it meant the world.

York on the other hand seems to be proud of being an android and would be very much disgusted to be mistaken for a human. That's an interesting difference for sure, makes Markus wonder whether that is how he too is supposed to feel. He is not just any deviant, he is the leader and has to speak for everyone.

"York...Did you see him? Is he alright?"

[butterfly_kiss]

Deviant. Ah, those androids that did not fit the expectations of society. The ones that had their own wills. But she smiles.

"I'm a physician. I don't tend to attack people. And, honestly, people are people, so I really don't have an issue with what you are. It would be useful for you to understand that."

As for York, she nods. "I've seen him around. Not today, but he's been down here. No doubt he's found himself a quiet corner to be in, as he is not the most social."

[giveusfreedom]

He doesn't comment on the first part. He knows that not all humans are bad, but he can't help but feel some anxiety, and what does Markus do when he has feelings? He overthinks them until he heats up while feigning calm. Better to leave the topic behind and move on.

"Well, I don't want to leave him alone."

Markus would probably feel responsible even if he wasn't the leader. York is in a teenage body and as such he's programmed to act like a teenager. It's not news that androids are protective of child models, just look at everything that Kara did to ensure a future for Alice.

"There is also another android, Connor. He..."

How do you describe Connor without saying that he's less deviant than the others or more overtly robotic?

"He has brown hair and brown eyes, white skin, and..."

He realizes that that doesn't exactly restrict the circle of options, so just grabs a piece of paper and draws him.

"He looks like this. And he worked for the police."

[butterfly_kiss]

And... Lark looks at that. Filing the face and name away.

"Never met him, I'm sorry. Nothing I can do to help you with him. Or with your arm unfortunately. There aren't a lot of specialists here to help."

[giveusfreedom]

"My arm should be fine, as long as I don't lose too much thirium."

Maybe he should focus on what he can do here instead of running around.

"What can I do for you?"

[butterfly_kiss]

As if she even knows what Thirium is.

"I'm trying to unpacks so I can set up the clinic here," she answers. "That would be something I could stand to have some assistance with. If you're willing."

[giveusfreedom]

"Sure."

Markus quickly scans the boxes to understand the contents and models.

"This is all you have, I'm assuming?"

It's not like they can go out in the middle of an eruption to look for more materials.

[butterfly_kiss]

"Yes. There was only so much I could carry, and I haven't been around long enough to build up as much as I would need," she says with a sigh. "I can only replicate so much in a month."

[giveusfreedom]

Markus nods and takes a few steps back. Running his calculations, he preconstructs an organized layout of the furnished environment. Comes up with a couple of different options, and immediately jots them down on paper drawing them with vivid detail in the span of a minute. Hands the submissions to dr Takemi.

"What do you think of these arrangements?"

He can still be so servile, despite everything. But no, he's not a slave now. He's helping because he's choosing to...Though is it really a choice in a case of emergency?

[butterfly_kiss]

Well, now that was damn useful. She takes the papers and looks over them. Huh.

"This second one seems perfect. Thank you. It would take me days to mentally process through options. Hopefully I can repay you for it."