[semi-open] did u hear the joke about the dragon

[perfectstrike]

Who: perfectstrike & anyone who might have cause to try to call Peko to check up on her after the CERESTour!
When: just after the CERESTour into the next day (ic: 1/26-1/27)
Where: CERES Hospital
What: Peko got herself injured during the CERESTour and is patently confused as to why people keep visiting her.
Rating/Warning: Warning for blood and talk about injuries, but nothing gorey or gruesome.

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[Immediately following the tour, Mosley had kindly ushered group three to the hospital for their sustained injuries. Peko, having gotten herself hit with the sharp end of a not-so-virtual dragon's claw, had needed to be rushed to get several nasty-looking gashes cleaned and stitched, along with some smaller burns treated. Swords aren't much good against things that can fly and breathe fire, after all.

Some time later, she can be found in the wing tended to by human and humanoid doctors (no androids here, please), seated quietly in one of the beds with her eyes closed as if she's asleep. The heart rate monitor is beeping quietly and steadily, and there's an IV hooked to her right arm to replenish some of the fluid she'd lost from bleeding everywhere earlier. All in all, though, she looks fine! If the ripped and bloody sailor suit in the corner and the fresh white bandages covering her left bicep and peeking out from above the cut of her hospital gown over her chest are any indication. At least the gown is cute, with happy little robots printed in a pattern along the fabric. To promote organic healing, of course!

Before the Cerevice goes down, though, she'll be answering calls with voice and just generally trying to rest and recover in the hospital. She's fine, though, really--!]

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[perfectstrike]

I see.

[Yeah, he definitely doesn't sound hurt, and she exhales a soft breath of relief. Especially with what happened to her, she'd been hoping that he'd pick up and be fine.

Though there's a few seconds' pause while she tries to figure out how to answer that. Hm. Hmm.]

I... am sorry, I do not think I will be able to meet you at the apartments today. I'm fine, but... the doctor here at the hospital wants me to stay overnight for observation.

[perfectstrike]

No. I do not like them.

[But unfortunately, it seems like an necessity at this point. :c]

But I can purchase one.

[perfectstrike]

...

[What? Why are you closer. Why ten?? What a random number. Peko just blinks up at him again, clearly a little lost.]

No, it's fine, unless you want to. It would have been a somewhat more secure way to converse, is all.

In any case, I will need to find a way to analyze what I uncovered... Unfortunately, I need to wait until I am permitted to leave here.

[flaredo]

[ Yang had strongly protested against any sort of treatment beyond bandages; she'd heal quickly soon enough, but she still had to go home, get fussed over by the boyfriend and the sister, rest... and then she was off to visit Peko, lugging a plastic bag with her.

So don't mind the knock on the doorframe. ]

Special deliveeeery!

[beaconed]

Y'know... there's another way we can communicate. I've seen it in a movie.

[ Jaune reaches for the clipboard with some of Peko's medical data that was attached to her bed and flips the paper over. He won't be using his arms in combat anytime soon, but he's medicated enough to use his hands for writing without any struggle.

The other side of the paper is a perfect blank canvas for them to write on, which Jaune does so before showing her his scribble. ]

do you think we're being watched?
i think i know someone who could help you with that analyzing stuff

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[impheired]

What?!

[PEKO? IN THE HOSPITAL? PEKO??? HURT???????????]

What the hell happened!?

[Don't think for a second that he believes this "I'm fine" crap. If a doctor wants her to stay overnight and she's actually listening to said doctor, there's no way it's a minor injury.]

[perfectstrike]

Hm?

[More visitors... Peko only seems to be getting more and more confused with each successive visitor. Don't mind the veritable flower jungle that Lee left in his wake.]

Ah, Yang... please come in.

[And another present... what did she ever do to deserve this?? At least having it announced as a special delivery means she can't mistake it as something else this time.]

[perfectstrike]

Oh?

[She's silent as she watches him with mild curiosity, expression only clearing once she realizes what he's doing. That's a good idea! Wins him a couple points in her estimation, anyway.

Once he turns the pad over, she nods and gestures with her uninjured hand. Fortunately, it's her right hand, so she's able to prop the board against the bed itself and try to write as best she can.]

Someone could be listening. Who do you know?

audio;

[perfectstrike]

[No bocchan, don't yell. She has to hold her Cerevice away from her ear with a bit of a wince before she can answer.]

Our group was attacked by dragons... I think they are being overly cautious. It was just some stitches.

[But she is still staying there instead of leaving. She just... doesn't really want to tell him exactly how much blood she lost.]

[beaconed]

[ Now it's his turn to closely watch her as she writes. Unfortunately, despite the gravity of their conversation, he's thinking of entirely useless and unrelated things. A girl with glasses has never liked him before! He wonders what she would look like without them. Or... what would he look like if she didn't see him through them? What about if he worse glasses? Would he still be such a ladykiller with some spectacles equipped on his face? All these questions and more will be answered in Jaune Arc's next novel-- oh, the paper is being offered back to him. ]

Detective Shiho Sannomiya. The first thing she always asks of her clients are for physical items rather than the usual questions. A few days later and she has the case blown wide open. I think she has a secret forensics lab or something.

[ He looks up at her for a moment, then writes some more on it. ]

Can I ask you something else?

[perfectstrike]

[Jaune no... Peko's thoughts, meanwhile, really only have to do with watching what he's writing, trying to predict it. Writing is a slow, but reliable form of communication for something like this, she's finding.]

Do you trust her? [Then she points to his question and just nods in affirmative, rather than bother writing it out.]

[flaredo]

Don't mind if I do!

[ In she bounces, beaming-- and placing the bag on Peko's bed. ]

I thought hospital food might be gross and alarming, so I brought you some fruit and a box of assorted chocolates.

[perfectstrike]

I...

[And here she was, thinking she was prepared to accept another gift... but she's not. She kind of just stares at the bag with a little surprise, because wow, something useful... and freely given, too? How could this all happen to her, Peko Pekoyama??]

I, um... t-thank you. I'll accept it gratefully... though you did not need to do something like this.

[beaconed]

[ To her own question, he nods back with absolute conviction. He's known Shiho since the time they both arrived here and she's definitely one of the Good Guys. He looks down at his pad again, not writing anything at all for about half a minute. The silence in the room is filled by steady beeping of the machines around them.

He then presses his pen against the paper, but immediately scribbles out whatever he wrote. He coughs for a moment before trying again, but the result is the same. Eventually he manages to get some kind of question out and presents it back to Peko. ]

Do you want to go on a date
What movies do y
Do you want to go on a know a man called Sousei?

[ Time and place, Jaune!! ]

[perfectstrike]

[What is he scribbling... fortunately, Peko doesn't look too closely at what he's writing this time, instead watching over his shoulder to make sure that no one from CERES is trying to come in while he's working on what's surely a very lengthy and important question.

...Or not. She blinks at the scribbles, then just looks up to him to nod again. Yes, she knows Sousei. Why?]

audio;

[impheired]

[There's an ironic joke just waiting to be made here. Peko being attacked by dragons. Haha. HA.]

"Just" some stitches!? [Even though he would say the exact same thing in Peko's position, he can't help but freak out a little bit. Because Peko getting seriously injured like this is unheard of. It just doesn't happen.] That's-- I-- J-Just stay put, alright? I'll be there in a minute.

[And with that, he hangs up. Suffice it to say, he's no longer waiting for the metro rail but rather backtracking through the research district towards the hospital. Running, really. Possibly knocking poor innocent bystanders out of the way.]

[beaconed]

[ She knows Sousei! Now that he thinks about it, he remembers Tenka asking him to make presents for a bunch of girls last Christmas... Peko being one of them. This romance is destined!!! But, also, it means Peko is the right person for this job. ]


I don't think I'll be leaving here anytime soon. I would like to trust you with giving him something for me. A small data disc.


[ He was meant to meet up with him at the tour for this, but... things happened obviously! And with the Cerevices being down for who knows how long, it may be a while until they can be in contact again. ...Not that he wants Sousei to see him in a pathetic state like this anyway. ]

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[perfectstrike]

N-no, you don't--

[A-alright, well, she knows better than to argue with him about something like this once his mind's made up, so she just sets her Cerevice down and shifts to try to make herself look a bit more presentable... meaning hide as many injuries as possible. There's not really a way to do that, though, considering her gown covers most of the critical wounds already. Maybe he'll only notice the bandages on her arm? She can hope, anyway.

More than anything, she's afraid he's going to think she's weak for getting herself injured like this... That's silly though, right? Right. Right...]

[perfectstrike]

[Clearly a destined romance... ganbare, Jaune-kun--!!

At realizing that Jaune is someone who at least knows Sousei well enough to give important information to, he does climb another few ranks in Peko's estimation. From someone who's not a terrible fighter to someone maybe she wouldn't mind getting to know a little better. Pro...gress...]

Of course. Of the people here, Abe is one of the few I trust implicitly. If it is important, I will ensure he receives it as soon as possible.

audio --> action;

[impheired]

[It's very silly, that's definitely the last thing on his mind right now. The fact that Peko got herself injured enough to wind up in the hospital isn't a reflection of her own skill, but rather a testament to how strong the opposition was.]

[It was a fucking dragon.]

[Unsurprisingly it takes him a little more than just one minute to get to the hospital. And then more than just a minute to find her room because he had to stop and ask which one it was. Why didn't he think to ask Peko when he had her on the phone? Stupid...]

[Once he's located the room though, he doesn't bother knocking. He's too worried for that, so hopefully Peko's decent because he just throws the door open without warning.]

Peko!

[He rushes over to her bedside, looking her over and trying to assess just how bad the damage was. But it's...kind of hard to tell exactly what happened thanks to the hospital gown and Peko's cover up attempts. At least she doesn't look to be in too bad of shape?]

You... What happened exactly, what did it do to you?

[beaconed]

[ Jaune isn't sure if it will prove to be useful or not, but he's someone who never goes back on his word, and he told Sousei that he would complete this task for him... even if others need to help him in his quest.

He lifts his left leg and bends forward just enough to open a secret compartment in the tongue of his shoe. A tiny note is pulled out of it, and it reads a passcode: 7-2-4-2

This is not important.

Remembering numbers is hard for Jaune, just as left and right is sometimes. This is the combination to his locker, and what he really wanted to reach for is hidden in the tongue of his right shoe, which he promptly retrieves and hopes Peko didn't peek at his passcode!! The other item in question happens to be the a small data disc, the size of a coin and it's in a sturdy case that managed to survive their recent trial in ViViD... or whatever that was!. Inside the disc, should Peko choose to view it later (Jaune doesn't mind), will reveal certain information about Elias that Rin managed to recover for him.

With a grateful nod, he offers it to her. ]

[perfectstrike]

[Oh my god, Kuzuryuu, how many people did you knock over to get here as fast as you did?! Peko's visibly shocked by him arriving quite so soon, though she did manage to cover her bandages as much as one might expect in the time allotted... which is to say, even a cursory examination would reveal that she's bunched the gown up a little high to try to pull it closer to her neck on her left side to fully cover her chest, and the arm, well, that's just not that important.]

Young mas-- [And she catches herself, sharply shaking her head.] F-fuyuhiko...

I-it... I am fine. During the fight, it moved suddenly enough to hit me with one of its clawed feet... the cuts were... rather deep, but they have already administered stitches. I am certain it will not take long to recover.

[perfectstrike]

[She doesn't look at the passcode--! Though she's a little confused as to why he gets something out of his shoe only to not give it to her. Alright.

But the disc, that's something that kind of makes sense, and she nods as she takes it. She... doesn't have any actual pockets right now, thanks to the hospital gown, but if it's important...

Instead of trying to get out of bed and put it with her torn skirt, she just tucks it into the gown itself. That disc is now nestled safely between her boobs to be retrieved when she can put it somewhere more secure.]

I'll take care of it.

[impheired]

[Only those stupid enough to get in his way! You forget how fast he can run when he needs to. Especially when Peko is concerned.]

[His gaze lingers momentarily on the bunched up part of her gown, and it's probably safe to say he figured out what she did there. But he doesn't say anything. Instead, he just breathes a sigh of relief and sinks down into the chair next to her bed.]

Fuck, when you said dragons attacked, I thought... [He thought he was going to find you in a lot worse condition than this.] I'm relieved...

[But he feels kind of bad that he wasn't there to do something...]

[perfectstrike]

...I said it was fine, [she says, a little quietly. She's not quite looking at him, still a little tense in spite of herself. She should be happy that he's relieved to see her, but she's still here in the hospital... and as tough as she's trying to act, she really is still shaky from blood loss, which is why she didn't protest as much as she could have about them wanting to keep her overnight.]

I am... glad to see you are not hurt. I had thought...

[If her group had been hit as badly as it had, she'd been scared to imagine what could have happened to him.]