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[Open] Yet Another Clinic Set-Up

WHO: Tae Takemi, Open
WHERE: Glitter Food Clinic
WHAT: Tae is not amused by another set up project
WHEN: Shortly after boarding ships
WARNINGS: Possible cursing

Cue clinic number four. Tae sat down in one of the spinning chairs in the medical facility and contemplated the space around her. Because how could she not? And while she does the woman glares at the space around her. Missing vital technology. Missing tools for diagnosis and compounding. Missing surgical gear and even most of the basic first aid supplies.

"A year of work to get what we could up and running, and now you do this to me," she says, voice sharp as she regards the air. "Bad enough that you kidnap me for your plans and dump me on a planet with insufficient medical structure, but you've had me cart my supplies all over and now this."

Tae spins in the chair, arms wide, taking in the space around her. A space that wasn't even as set up as her emergency clinics through their various crises. This absolutely lacking space.

"And you didn't even let me bring my tools or gear. That's a serious lack of foresight. Do you not truly have medical professionals at this point? Do you not understand the barrier you've created?"

Clearly someone was far from pleased with the whole situation she's found herself in.

"If I'd wanted to be a space explorer I'd have gone to school for that!"

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The ship was luxuriously expansive, but not as big as a whole city, and some people were very predictable. Luckily, Tae was among the easiest to track down, as soon as Tony figured out where they were meant to go play doctor with pretend bandaids for their real gaping wounds. Hopefully, the wounds were a little ways off yet. By his estimation, finding Tae was the most challenging part of the task that Jan had set him to, and he was minutes away from extracting himself from this game to crawl back into the dark comfort of his bed and sweating out the rest of this ache on his own.

"Give me your shoes," he greeted, welcoming himself in to the clinic and onto the chair that faced Tae, rolling himself up close with his hands already out impatiently.

Of all the things that could follow the clinic door lightly 'whooshing' open and revealing Tony, those words were not it.

"Excuse me?"

Her tirade against the mess of this place was absolutely cut off by her shock.

In fact, her eyes go down to the heel free winter boots. They weren't cute, they weren't deadly weapons, and they weren't even what she'd normally use when walking around on a ship. But they were what she'd shown up in.

Edited 2023-12-07 22:54 (UTC)

It was not Tae's fault that she had been introduced to this game so late, well after Tony regretted agreeing to play. She just happened to be the one to bear the brunt of Tony's restless sigh, and his frown deepening as he followed her gaze down to the boots. Those were not what he expected. They definitely weren't what Jan was promised. "Where are your shoes?" he amended, though his hands were still out, because the requirements were not any more specific than Tae's shoes, and the ones on her feet must have counted.

Really? Tae laughs and leans forward in her chair.

"Disappointed you can't ask me to step on you and put you in your place with these? Let's face it, I had enough issues walking in the ice and snow when I got here last winter that I decided snow boots would be useful. And a lower center of gravity. So these were what I was wearing when the music started."

She'd been on her way to the diner for a nice morning tea and breakfast. That would teach her.

Not prepared for Tae to be so vividly direct, Tony had to blink in disbelief as he processed the suggestion and had to admit, "Now I am." He had come in here to be humiliated in a very different way, he had to focus, maybe talk his way through it. "You won't need these in here. We'll get you some proper shoes, you know, for space travel. I learned about them in space explorer school, it's actually optimal to be six inches taller and insanely hot." He didn't expect that flirting his way through this challenge was going to get him very far while he had to keep flexing his hands to stop them from shaking, but maybe she liked her men pale and pathetic. A trade, on the other hand, was an easy win. "Come on, give me those ones."

Oh Tony, she's capable of being vividly direct when it amuses her. And she's smiling over this. Though his argument for six inches higher and insanely hot is really tempting.

"Seems like something that wouldn't go with the beach, but I suppose this isn't the anime beach episode. Alright. Bring me shoes to trade with, and I'll let you have these. Though I suppose if you could replicate shoes that served, you wouldn't be here."

Don't say she isn't smart. So she leans back, crosses her legs, and looks at him with a smirk.

"I think, in addition to replicating me a pair of sensible but sexy shoes, I'm going to have to add one more thing into the bargain. I'll need to know why you need my shoes in particular."

The snare that Tae had him in was already tight, so maybe thrashing around with a, "Who said I needed them?" was only making it worse. "You need better shoes, I'm here to help." Maybe it wouldn't look so much like thrashing if he rolled his chair around a little closer, where he was perpendicular to her instead and gave an inquisitive tap to her knee to request permission to trace his fingers down her calf to her ankle and lift her leg across his instead. "I don't see what I'm getting out of this. Some unflattering snow boots, that I didn't even know were here. That's ridiculous."

Of course she's going to lift her leg into his lap. If he wants them, he can take them off. And it helps that as she starts to do that, his hands reach out to lift her leg. Yeah, that works out well. Good thing it's only a silly game.

"You came in deliberately asking for them Tony. You can't blame a girl for being curious. They don't even seem to be Jon's size from what little I know, so I can't see you borrowing them for him."

That wasn't a very convincing excuse, but Tony wasn't going to turn down an easy way out and gladly ran with, "They might be, gotta check. He's not very tall. Surprisingly petite." And he wasn't going to waste too much time now that he had his prize practically in hand already to work unlacing the propped up boot before Tae changed her mind, and encouraging her acquiescence with a distracting massage along her calf with his free hand.

With his eyes on her boots and his hands distracted, Tae gets a better chance to look at Tony more or less up close. And she can read some of what is going on with him just from how he looks. There's the most momentary look of concern and approval on her face. Alright then.

"Provided you return with another pair of shoes, or perhaps these, by tomorrow, I can forgive the taking them."

Tony was under the impression that he was selling a convincing performance of being perfectly functional, and keeping his hands busy felt like he was keeping the tremors under control so he didn't linger to tease Tae a second time when he tugged the first boot off, quickly pulling her other leg up as well. "I had a slightly different timeline in mind," he admitted, because tomorrow seemed about a thousand years away and he did not want to think about surviving that long right now, and he only needed the shoes for a moment. Despite this, he invited, "Gives you plenty of time to work up the appropriate punishment."

Oh Tony, this wasn't really that convincing, but she is trained in this.

"Tony, are you going to force me to walk around barefoot for days? That isn't gentlemanly."

"I don't think I could force you to do anything," Tony replied. At least she seemed amendable, if that became part of the game.

"You really couldn't. And I think that pleases you," she chuckles. "You doing well with those boots? About done?"

Because she's interested by how he's handling all of this.

Tony hummed his confirmation, patting Tae's knee to free him with his prize, and to quickly escape before she could wonder any further what he could possibly want with them.

"Tony," she says, her voice soft. Before he can flee she pulls a red lollipop out of her pocket. "Here. While they tend to help more with those overcoming those conditions that can result in oral fixations, the sugar might not hurt with your process. If you need more, come back."

"Tae," he replied immediately. While he did take the candy, he asked, "What is it that you think I'm doing with these? Don't answer that. I'm not putting them in my mouth."

"I'm not talking about the shoes Tony," she says, her voice soft. "And if you need some help, I know a compound I can make that will make it... hard to pallet certain liquids."

Whatever help he needs, she'll give. For now, though, she waves him off.

"Now, I have more bitching about the Agrii's decisions to do before I've gotten off enough steam to see to being productive. Allow a woman the illusion that she isn't a vile mouthed, fully sneering beast when people can see her."

York had been making rounds, trying to get a good map laid out in his head for this new ship. It was far more vast than The Bishop ever was, and York had wasted no time in claiming one of the rooms close to Reeve and Richie. Now he had to map out the rest of the ship.

Instead, he gets distracted by some serious griping coming from the clinic and goes in to investigate. "You seem pleased about these arrangements," he remarks, tone dripping with sarcasm. He lifts a hand to idly rub his fingertips over one of the jawline scars before shoving it into his hoodie pocket. "Pretty sure we could probably replicate enough supplies for you to outfit this place, too."

Pleased. Tae huffs at that statement as York arrives.

"I've spent the last year working on supplies for the hospital. I've finally gotten it into a place where I feel like I can start handling things. And now they are taking it away from me. Yes I'm angry."

Desperately angry. Makes her want to kick someone.

"Sorry. My sarcasm tones don't work sometimes." He goes to lean against the table her chair is near and folds his arms across his chest.

"I guess knowing how you have it in the hospital gives you a good blueprint in getting this one set up? Maybe I could help. Build what you need if you need it, or at least design it and get someone to build it. Or help you tote supplies here n' shit. Can't carry much of heavy stuff, but I can help with bins and stuff."

Ah, that's fair. She understands and respects sarcasm tones.

"Yes, it is useful to some degree, but this is still maddening. But there is no guarantee that we are to be taken from these ships. And maintaining multiple emergency supply reserves is a whole other task that cuts into work time."

So yes, she's insanely frustrated.

"I wish these idiot aliens gave us warning about the stupid shit they're about to do."

"You don't look mad yet. Not enough to be in a mental hospital or anything." That was a joke, but York isn't certain it'll come across as one to her.

"Anyways, you could keep stuff here that is low maintenance. Stuff that isn't fluids, and then see if the replicators on here can make the fluids you need?" He gestures unhelpfully because he's never tried to help anyone in medical. "And if the aliens told us their plans, that wouldn't keep any of us on our damn toes now, would it?"

A pause.

"I don't think they planned the volcano though."

Oh, she's plenty mad, though not in the mental way.

"One day a therapist will show up here and they will move to Sh'Ka so they don't have to deal with all the trauma going on here."

But the plan isn't a horrible one.

"Markus thought very similarly when it came to arranging things and planning them out," she says with a sigh. "But I shall definitely note it all down. And yes, the volcano was clearly unplanned. Not very organized, our hosts."

"I think the therapist would get trauma listening to everyone else's trauma," he points out. Not that he knew if a therapist would take an android seriously anyways. He seems to become more attentive at the mention of Markus.

"You met Markus? He's from my world. I think he was sent back recently." Made sense. Detroit and the deviants needed him more than Temba apparently did. "He's good at being organized. He was our leader and damn good at it. I know he at least got out of Jericho okay which is all that ultimately mattered I think."

He looks around at the gathered items. "We should make you a little cart with wheels. To help move things between the ship and the clinic as you need them if you gotta move shit around."

"Exactly," Tae agrees with a nod. That's really just what makes sense, right? "Too many trauma feed backs."

A cart with wheels. What a thing to long for.

"That will help, provided the roads are good enough to navigate. Things have gotten bad since I arrived last year."

"Trauma loop. Better to not put a therapist through that." Did androids even have therapists? Something to look into if he was ever sent home he thinks.

"Yeah, our roads are shit. You'd have to get something like a tank would use or maybe find a way to invent a hovercart. I think the tank tracks would be better with the state of the roads. Unless somehow the Agrii magically fund us with the supplies and tools we need to fix them."

Although now his mind is working over if there was a possibility of doing hover technology or tank treads

"Has anyone asked them?"

Because it seems like a logical thing to ask for. A way to repair the damage that has been done. Surely they should be doing that, if only for their own safety. She's going to have to deal with a log of hole related injuries.

"I haven't asked them shit," York shrugs. While he's gotten used to the humans in this world and let his defense down some what, the android doesn't feel comfortable to start talking to the aliens. Mostly because he has no idea what they would do with him and his system.

"I can see if there's anyone that has access to making something like tank treads at some point. It can't be that hard to make, because they're smaller than what one would need for an actual tank. How big would you need a cart like that? A few basket-style containers, fashioned in a three-tiered system like a bookcase?" It's clear his programming is latching onto something like this. A small project that would help someone else, if only he could get the supplies for it.

Tank treads?That seems to be an interesting way to consider it she supposes.

"Perhaps that would serve. I could put heavier equipment on the middle to center the weight but still make it simple enough to take out. Compounding gear and materials in the bottom. Most commonly used things in the top."

She's definitely considering this.

"Maybe a few hooks on the side to hang things. And some way to lock the wheels or treads."

York leans, thinking more and building it in his mind. Then wonders where he can get his hands on paper and pencil to work out blueprints.

"A larger cart then. Sturdy tank-style treads to help cover the terrain of the city from point A to point B. Definitely have to make sure the gears move smoothly to help ease the pushing of all that weight." Depending on how heavy the equipment was that Tae was trying to move after all.

It's starting to come together in his mind at least. "Hooks definitely on its side and possibly some of the baskets/containers." He looks at Tae. "I can try to draw up blueprints, but I'm not going to guarantee anything. I'll try at least."

"That sounds wonderful," she confirms with a nod. "I would welcome that sort of help. Especially if it helps setting these places up."

"I'll have to get my hands on some paper and pencil, and I can see if I can draw something out. Containers and hooks. I'll try to keep you in the loop for how it looks and stuff as I go. Design process and all that shit."

But York definitely has thoughts. He'll have to try and draw something up and then go out on the network to see if someone could help him actually create it. "Do you need any help now? If not, I'll get out of your hair."

"No, for now I am happy to allow you to go about your design process. You'll be better at it than I will. I am only designed for testing chemicals and the medications they create."

But she appreciated those with a more mechanical engineering mind.

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