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estoria2015-07-02 07:04 pm
perfectstrike) wrote in estoria2015-07-02 07:04 pm
[semi-open] did u hear the joke about the dragon
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.
[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--!]
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.
[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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But he falters a little at the firmness of those words and her focus. He puts his hands on his knees, glancing down, discomfited when he can only see one side. So he closes that eye for now.] It happened to my whole group.
We ended up in this room with this woman who was behind these cage bars. She thought we were CERES at first and didn't want anything to do with us, but Shepard talked to her and she was going to talk to us.
But then, she said they were watching through us and they always have been and something... [his hands clench tighter, white-knuckled] shorted out, I suddenly couldn't see out of this eye, and I woke up later at home.
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That thought's gone almost as quickly as it'd appeared, though. Something "shorted out," and they lost sight in one eye...?]
That doesn't make sense. Let me see.
[She can't reach very far with her good hand, considering there's an IV in it, but she's still going to hold it out as best she can, trying to hide the pained grimace at the movement. Let her look into your eyes, that's not awkward at all, right...]
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[He says, urgently, though something about his voice quavers. He didn't intend to contact any of his friends for a little while, until he could sort through his thoughts on everything, so it all feels fresh and sharp and this woozy feeling doesn't help, he doesn't like being vulnerable.]
Hang on. [So he'll stand, even if he lurches briefly (nauseated), and opens his other eye as he leans closer. Okay. Stare away, Pekoyama. It's pretty apparent he can't focus it, but nothing else looks off.
However, quietly, as if to himself:] I think they've put something in it.
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She reaches carefully with that outstretched hand to lightly touch the side of his face as if to try to keep it more steady. Perhaps surprisingly, even for all the callouses on her fingers, the touch itself is actually fairly gentle.]
I don't see anything, [she says quietly, tilting her head a little as if the change in angle might help.] But I don't see any damage, either. Like the young master's.
[She removes her hand and leans back a little, shaking her head. If he's feeling vulnerable, she's... not the best person to talk to, considering she's never been able to smile and say everything's okay.]
Have you spoken with any of the doctors here yet?
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Hinata's taut shoulders slump and he watches her face for a long moment before he steps back to sink bonelessly into his chair, slumping down more than necessary, wrists hooked loosely over the arms of them.]
Not about my eye. Just about the grazes I got, and that I'm feeling sick. [Because, frankly, he doesn't expect to get an answer. A brush-off, most likely.]
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[She wants to tell him to go back and try to find a doctor to talk to about this, but the only one she really knows of is Zara. And as of yet, she doesn't know he works in this wing of the hospital, else she'd immediately send Hinata his way.
Instead, she just exhales through her nose, still watching him with no small amount of concern. It's hard to tell, since the general set of her face is just solemn and serious, but she does care about her friend's well-being. Even though she still can't think of anything to say as a reassurance other than, "well if you do lose the eye, you'll look even more like a yakuza."]
...What do you think they would have put in it? If the woman said they are "always watching"...
That cannot be, though. Surely Katsura and myself would have been arrested long before now, if that were true.
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[He rubs at his currently blind eye with his palm, softly, pushing the side of his thumb into the corner of it. Rubbing it won't make it work again but it makes him feel a little better.] It's got to be some kind of electronic, if anything. My watch went out at the same time my sight did.
It might be some combination of camera, listening device, an advanced implant... I mean, there're already types like bionic eyes that're meant to give people back their sight.
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[She opens her mouth, but then, really, doesn't want to say it and give CERES any ideas. Briefly, she considers writing it down, but even if Hinata's... implant, or whatever it is, has shorted out, hers hasn't. And there's no way of telling which one of her eyes is bugged.]
...There are always ways of making people disappear without it being questioned.
[And for once, she doesn't mean the kind of vague 'oh maybe people accidentally get glitched out and their code is gone.' She means more like what she's more accustomed to. People "disappearing," when they've really been executed. There's already a convenient framework for that here, already, the realization of which has her frowning again, disquieted.]
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It's not impossible.]
...Yeah, I guess so. But I don't know that they consider us enough of a threat.
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[She's not used to being considered anything other than a threat, after all. It's part of why she has so much trouble with small fluffy things--!! And normal people in general.]
In any case... there must be something we can do.
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Yeah. Just because they can see everything we do, doesn't mean we're powerless.
[...] Besides, it's possible to short out these things... though it takes out our eye at the same time. [So, unspoken, there might be a way to deal with them.]
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[She nods, though instead of looking at him, she's looking down at her hands instead. Peko'd like to cross her arms, but that'd hurt too much thanks to the stitches, so instead she can only keep her fingers splayed on her lap.]
...But that is not going to be an option for everyone.
[Kuzuryuu only has one eye, after all. It was her fault he lost it, and she'll do anything to make sure he doesn't lose the other, too.]
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[The thought hadn't passed him by, and he sighs to think of it, bringing his fingers up to his temple. He kneads his fingertips against the surgical scars there, as he's wont to do when he's stressed.]
There's no simple way that we can deal with this.
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[She hisses lightly through her teeth, shaking her head. She just can't be certain, especially when none of them know exactly how to go about shorting these out safely in the first place.]
Your eye... has it improved at all?
[He's... not going to be permanently blind, is he? While, considering the circumstances, it might not be a bad security measure, she's rather of the opinion that it's not quite worth it.]
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But he passes his fingers over his eye absently.]
I can pick up on light and colour with it... slightly. So it is getting better. It might just need more time.
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I see. That is... good to hear.
[Even if it's not a full recovery, being able to have at least something is better than nothing. (Maybe he can wear glasses with her.) (And then someone will have to kill him because there can only be one glasses-character dangan.)]
We'll have to tell the others about this.
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Very very busy. Lots of work, being normal. (Normal ish.)]
Aa, of course. I was thinking that we could all get together and talk about everything.
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[Unspoken is the fact that if he wanted to have it tonight, she'd figure out a way to be at least semi-present via Cerevice, if not forcing herself to be there in person.
She does lean forward again, though, trying to get another look at his eye.]
If there is anything I can do, you need only ask.
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I'll wait, [plainly. She's his friend of course he would, and he wants for her to feel better before he goes involving her.]
Besides... I need some time to contact the others of my group, and some other people to talk with them about this before we get together.
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But she just nods with his assessment, tilting her head a little. Maybe someday she'll be able to show how grateful she is with her expression alone, but for now, it just looks the same.]
It is the same for me. I need to regroup with Yang and Kirkland as soon as I can.
Please... keep me appraised of your status?
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Of course. I'll let you know, if it comes back fine.
[And,] You do the same. And no pushing yourself. [BEDREST.]
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Of course. With the technology here, it should not be so difficult to heal. For either of us.