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ABOARD THE MOIRA
Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend.
☄ on your ownThere are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) H A I S T O SUnlike previously visited locations, the sweltering heat of this planet can be felt long before arrival. The surface of Haistos is not a place for those with a weak constitution. It’s in a constant state of low-level volcanic activity as its land masses are dotted with many volcanoes—all of them spewing black ash into the air. Breathing is difficult without the aid of a respirator due to the potential of breathing in ash, and the plant life is stunted, adapted to living in an environment with little sunlight. The weather is unpredictable, and ash-storms will often blow in fiercely, leaving people trapped for a hours at a time before they blow themselves out. But that same ash which chokes everything on this planet is what also provides its livelihood. Haistos’ volcanic resources are a highly sought-after commodity elsewhere in the universe, and as long as gathering the ash is profitable, people will continue to return.
Looking closely, etched into the curling paths of ignimbrite deposits that swirl along the base of the volcanoes is a language that is easily translated by the MID, often resembling Latin. Carved over time by visitors and travelers, it tells a tale of fire and stone and power. Some might even say there are mystic abilities associated with these volcanoes, though the rumors and myths behind it seem to be nothing but a warning to those who think to go looking for it. It’s also hard to tell if the words carry any true meaning since there are no natives to question, and all those who harvest the ash can only tell stories. Still, it’s apparent that people from many different times have all added to the scrolling messages.
A word of caution: you cannot build here. Stone, metal, and wood all burn, all crumble. Only what is true can survive, and fire will show its true quality.
☄ breathing sparksDespite the haphazard lay of the land, there are things to do. Or, at least, things to see. The rocky terrain often leads to some inactive volcanoes that are perfect for exploring and harvesting the ash that continues to rain down across Haistos. There are step-like structures built into the sides of the volcanic craters, narrow but sturdy. With each move down, the air gets even thicker, and your respirator takes longer and longer to filter the unbreathable atmosphere the deeper into the planet you travel. Yet, the risk of asphyxiation is worth what awaits at the bottom of the staircase. Still warm, the volcanic rocks that are sunk into the deposits are both smooth and clear as crystal. Most of these gems retain heat permanently and can be used to warm small spaces. Gathering too many together in a single place, however, creates a reaction with the limited air supply and can spark a faux volcanic eruption—yes, these rocks are capable of producing lava at an impossibly quick rate.
Is it possible to outrun the flow and reach the steps before it begins filling the bottom of the crater? The only thing worse than a sudden swimming pool of lava would be the respirator finally breaking because of the abrupt, extreme heat, wouldn’t it? ☄ under pressureDespite being unable to actually build any structures of substance on Haistos, walking around the planet itself is surprisingly easy. Due to its unusual composition, the ground itself is a noticeable mixture of dark rock and shining surfaces. More than that, each step around the bases of the volcanoes reveals something both amazing and rather fascinating: the ability to create diamonds without much pressure at all. It only takes a single step or even a hand print. Take a break and sit to rest? Diamonds. Wrestling over what pile of ash is yours to claim? Diamonds. Tripping and falling and refusing to get up so that no one sees your embarrassment? Diamonds. Suddenly, moving around on Haistos has taken a whole new turn. Especially when it’s completely possible to keep what you make with your very own body weight. ☄ if you break it, you buy itOut of the eater came something to eat, and out of the strong came something sweet.
At the base of one of the smaller volcanoes, this message is carved into the rock in large, curling script. The volcano is currently inactive and is dotted with openings large enough for visitors to enter through. Stranger than the message is the faint tinkling sound - almost like glass clinking against glass - that grows louder the deeper into the volcano you go. The intricate honeycomb of paths all lead in the same direction—towards the sound and a mellow blue glow.
At the center, the sound is loud and the light illuminates a large space. Thousands of crystalline creatures swirl and bump against one another, the source of both the sound and light. They appear to be a cross between a lightning bug and bee, glowing and noisy and harmless. The beautiful sight may, or may not, be dampened by the fact that the cavern is littered with glass honeycombs that have been built up within the bodies of fallen travelers. It’s clear that the organisms didn’t harm them, perhaps the result of too much ash or broken respirators, and the honey they’ve produced is light blue and clear. It’s sweet if eaten, bright and citrus-y, and carries an earthy undertone, making the skin glow temporarily after ingesting.
If careful, visitors may harvest the honey, but do not disturb the creatures. Their wings are sharp, and when agitated, they swarm out of fear.
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thisavrou_ooc2016-06-07 03:39 pm
8DDDD HELLO MY BABY also fffff adrien no its such a bad idea ;;;;;;
[ because 'lab tech', to Andyr, means 'torturer', and everything he'd been told over his lifetime about the medical community just being here to help has meant "at the expense of the freak we farm the health from". Andyr being one of those freaks. He's been on lab tables like these. Had his chest cavity split open, had metal ports drilled into his spine and nervous system over the course of weeks, with no anesthesia for the sake of keeping the integrity of the operation. He looks at anyone with a lab coat and sees something completely inhuman, these days.
The cat thing is glanced down at, and utterly ignored afterwards, as Andyr's shoulders hunch some, like bracing for Adrien following up on exactly what he says, the chains dangling from the thick cuffs still attached to his wrists being wrapped over his hands, over his knuckles. ]
If you're thinking breaking my arms is enough to stop me from killing you, you wouldn't last a fucking week at Hapsburg. [ He's literally bitten lethal chunks from peoples' throats before, enough that Alvary decided a reinforcement grafted to his jaw was a good idea.
No one's explained to him what this is, or where this is, and there's a very slim chance Andyr would believe it either way. It's too much like the Houses, which are all he's since the end of his childhood, and given the timing, it's too convenient. ]
/pounces!!! Adrien No is like such a standard refrain...
Adrien chuffed with dry amusement at the suggestion he get a better fucking job and as the threats continued he looked upwards and seemed to consider options before finally holding up a hand. ]
Seriously, shut up.
[ He determined, adjusting the position of his hand and pointing at the door. ]
Get the fuck out.
[ Procedure, blah blah blah, policy, blah blah, routine, blah blah. He'd deal with Curre glaring at him before he was going to force medical attention on someone. Turning as if to leave, Adrien did pause and glanced over his shoulder. ]
Though if you wind up killing this entire crew because you've brought a pathogen on board and were too much of a selfish fuck to think about anyone beyond yourself? Personally I'd have rather gone down swinging at you.
cries i remember this, yes :'|
no one following. no one pulling out guns, no one trying to tase him, no sedative suddenly stabbed into the side of his neck. a long pause settles, and he laughs, like he just realized the punch of a long joke. ]
If everyone in this fucked up building keels over the second I turn the corner, I'll be throwing a goddamn party. [ Because fuck everyone. They stuck him in a cement hole in the wall and cut up his insides and drilled into him and told him he was some kind enemy to humanity for saying no. he doesn't know these people, but assuming this is the same world (which he does assume, because what other world would it be?), they can all go straight to hell. ]
Thanks, doc. You're a gem. [ He shouts from outside the door, grinning like a kid in a candy shop, now, because what are stable mood shifts, and even bouncing a little from one foot to the other. ] Hey, you got a blow torch on hand, by any chance?
[ YEAH, BECAUSE ANYONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND IS REALLY GOING TO GIVE YOU A BLOW TORCH, ANDYR. ]
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escapedskittered out of medbay, the tech had brought over the chart and handed it to Adrien with an air of this is on your head. Head down, making notes on the pad (perhaps something to deliver to the MID to try to avoid this lunatic getting his hands on any weapons) the doctor simply shook his head. ]No.
[ He said simply.
There may be some looks flying around as others tried to determine who was the bigger lunatic here; the patient or the doctor. At this point even Courser was looking a little uncertain. ]
Oh. [ Adrien finished his note and looked up with the chart hanging from his fingers. ]
You're on a space ship, not in a building. If you want to get outside of here, look for the portals labeled 'air lock'. You can escape that way.
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[ forgetting basically all of the rest of that because wait, what. No, you come back here Dr. Douchealot. What the fuck are you on about right now. ]
Bullshit.
[ He comments, chin tilted up and brows knit. There's not freaking way. How would they get him up here this fast? How, without him noticing? There's no portals, sedatives wouldn't last long enough to get him up to the station in orbit, there's not this many people up there, so how the fuck? ]
That's bullshit, right?
[ A couple steps are taken back towards the lab doors, but he's certainly not coming back through them. ]
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Come on.
[ He said, stepping through the doorway but coming no where near Andyr as he crooked a finger in his direction.
Hands in the pockets of his uniform slacks, he'd lead the way through the hallways, walking with a purposefulness that kept most people out of their way. Hopefully Andyr wasn't interested in chatting because Adrien sure as fuck wasn't.
For the most part the hallways were ... industrial hallways, nothing to indicate a spaceship except perhaps Andyr might start to notice the sense of cold that was pervasive everywhere. There was also the scent of recycled air, the soft rumble of powerful engines, even many floors down and away the vibration working it's way into one's bones.
Eventually they took a turn that lead up to a door. Using his MID to activate the doorway, Adrien would lead Andyr into the observation area at the aft of the ship.
Taking only a few steps in, he moved off to the side, Courser moving to sit properly at his left leg. With just a gesture of his hand, he indicated for Andyr to look his fill. ]
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A moment of pause has him glancing back at the lab, and forward to the hall Adrien is beckoning him to follow down, evaluating it and considering. Here is no better than there, for as far as he knows, and getting away from a lab seems a plenty good place to start.
Jogging some, he catches up with Adrien, though stays a pace or so behind him, watching his back. The chains that dangle free from the heavy cuffs still attached to his ankles (what he'd wanted to blowtorch for), make a fairly awful jangling noise as they drag across the floor of the ship, but Andyr doesn't seem to notice, or rather, care. He's gotten used to it as static noise after six years.
But no, he isn't interested in chatting - only scans the areas they pass through, and the faces he spots, edging away from some of them that seem to pass to close, and sneering at others that stare at him too long. He takes note of all the details along the way - the hum, the rumble of engine, the vibration in some of the walls, the cold creeping in. He hadn't taken the offered thermals, and the majority of his clothes are bedsheet thin, save for the guard coat. there's a shiver, but he seems to be resolutely ignoring it for the moment.
what one might notice is that he's scratching a map into his forearm, with a jagged thumbnail, as they walk. taking note of which halls they went down, what turns they made. his memory for direction isn't great, unless it's one of the Houses, and he needs to know where to run, or where not to run, if it comes up.
However, once they reach the observation deck, and Andyr cautiously, carefully, steps around Adrien to look down the deck hallway, the rest of that is purged instantly from his mind, jaw dropping and eyes going wide. ] No way...
[ muttered, quiet, and soft, and Andyr looks more like the teenaged kid he was when Hapsburg picked him up, rather than the 24 years he is now, or the violent, savage of a human he's become. pacing, almost in a trance, he comes to one of the glass walls, and puts his palms up against the window. the glass is utterly freezing, and he couldn't care less. ]
I had no idea there could be so many stars. [ a near whisper, but it's otherwise quiet enough for Adrien to hear him. ] Dad would've loved this.
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It was quite impressive, even to the doctor's jaded eyes, the expanse of space velvety black with the soft wink of suns, gas clouds and planets. Some so far away that Adrien suspect the light they witnessed had long been extinguished, those were the ones that always filled him with a sense of awe; that light could travel so far and for so long.
Battling the ever present darkness, the vastness of it all.
When Andyr spoke, the doctor shifted and came forward a few steps. He didn't get into Andyr's personal space (or perhaps was simply protecting his own) and his hands remained at the small of his back as he took in the view. ]
This is only a snapshot. [ He said. His tone did not intend to be unkind, perhaps more a promise that Andyr would see even more.
Then, because he wouldn't assume what the man did or didn't know, Adrien released one hand and reached out to indicate spots of light that were constant. ]
The ones that are steady? Those are planets. [ He pointed over to one of the brighter lights that pulsed and 'twinkled'. ] The ones that pulse or seem to twinkle? They're actual suns or stars if you like. Planets can come in more expansive colors as well.
[ Ducking his head slightly, he pointed towards where Haistos curved at the bottom of the observation glass. ]
If you look just there? At the edge of the planet's atmosphere, you can see some meteors. [ Andyr might have to be patient though, there were quick slips of light as the rocks entered the atmosphere and began to burn. ]
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When he and Jehanne were little, their dad used to take them out in the boat, far out into the port, where the city lights faded and you could actually see the stars. It felt like you could've dove into the sky and swam around, but even that hardly compared to this. nevertheless, the thought from years and years past still brings a small, soothed smile, to his lips, as he moves to where Adrien's point out things. Stars. Planets. Must be incredible to watch them all go by. And then downward, at the planet surface below, and Andyr shuffles down to his knees, to peer over the edge of where the glass meets the deck. Whoa. ]
I've never been this high off the ground. That planet just looks on fire all over. [ he's looking close, and squinting some, looking for the meteors Adrien's mentioning. After spotting one, his smile goes wide, excited - yet, immediately falls again, like the act of it just reminded him of how little he should be grinning about anything.
something this huge, could be run by any kind of Mouse resistance. they don't have the means, or the funding. and anything that isn't Mice, are corporations or governments, and behind them, Houses. it sours it - this incredible view, this whole experience. reminds him of the luxury Bathroy gives their organ-farms to keep them happy and producing well. the flowers at Gloriana to offer a pleasant view. the cityscape in Hapsburg than Andyr long since stopped caring for. ]
Beats the hell out of Gloriana's gardens. [ Whatever Mice they hold here are damn pampered, at least. Good for them. Assholes. Still looking down at the planet, finding it some kind of calming, he asks mildly, almost regretfully. ]
Who owns the ship?
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While Andyr was on his knees, Courser took the opportunity to slink around his companion's legs and come a little closer. His nostrils were working curiously, though he turned to press his muzzle down against the glass, not far from Andyr's hand, as if trying to suss out what had the human's attention.
At that moment one slightly larger meteor skipped through the atmosphere and Courser tried to pounce on it with a paw. Spoiler? He missed.
Adrien's expression remained set in it's almost perpetual frown, though he relaxed his weight back on one foot, softening his own body language. ]
The captains. I've only recently returned myself but I heard that the captains found this ship, presumably derelict.
The Ingress is what brings us, if you want to know about it you'll need to ask the captains yourself. [ He hasn't gotten around to it and might never bother, Adrien hasn't decided yet. ]
But we're a definite mish-mash of species.
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either way, not something Andyr's much aware of, given there's a little cat thing pawing close to his hand, and do you know how long it's been since he even saw an animal that wasn't a bird outside a window, or a squirrel in a tree, similarly, outside a window? six years. and so, he starts playing with the cat, papping his fingertips over the glass where the meteor passes by, over another one. like playing whack-a-meteor with the cat.
he shouldn't be this carefree about these things. it's likely meant to have them more enthralled with what they don't have than anything else. but god, it's been so fucking long since Andyr felt even remotely human again.
he'll continue playing with the cat, but there's something lacking in the movement, when he starts to speak. and definitely something lacking in the voice. ]
So who owns the captains, or the Ingress, or whatever? People don't just abandon tech this huge, and sure as hell don't steal Templates from other Houses into them. [ At the last few words, he looks up to Adrien, a brow raised and expression serious. ] Not from Hapsburg. Not unless they have a death wish.
If it's the Resistance, you shouldn't have brought me here. I was fine how I was. [ Headed for Alva, for Posie, for Val, and then out of district, probably to Gaza for a while, to lay low, before they could contact Alva's family in Alaska. But he'd have been on his own, at least. When the Houses came after them, there wouldn't be anyone to get mowed through. ]
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For the time being, Adrien continued to hold his position, allowing Courser to work at making friends. The young tracker was quick to pick up on the game Andyr introduced and he gave a soft hiss of approval as he began to pounce with both paws. ]
As far as I know, no one owns the captains. [ He answered honestly. ] In fact, I'm not sure who they answer too, if anyone.
I'm afraid you're using terms that I can't speak too. Templates? Hapsburg?
[ He wasn't going to speak to the idea of Resistance, that stirred memories he was trying to bury at the moment. ]
Where ever you think you are, you are no longer in your world. Neither am I or anyone on this ship. The Ingress takes us from our dimensions and draws us here.
It's why the medical physical is mandatory. Anyone being brought here could bring a pathogen with them that could spread through the crew and kill. Also some people arrive with injuries or even near death and Medical has a short period in which to help bring them back from the brink.
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thankfully, they're stuck here on this tin can with them, vastly outnumbered if they start killing off rebels. but who knows what the ship has on it to back them up. either way, it'd be wise to figure out who they are and what they want.
he listens to what Adrien has to say quietly, starting to tap at the backs of Courser's paws rather than at the glass when he goes to pounce. ]
House Hapsburg is a corporation that specializes in building armies out of engineered clones. [ he explains, feeling dumb saying it, because everyone who is anyone would know this. But that's the point of why you don't steal from Hapsburg - you will have multiple national military forces chasing you down. To explain the other, he glances back down to the window, and the cat, now sitting more in a slouch, legs crossed under him, as he trails a tapping fingertip around on the glass for the alien cat to chase. ] Templates are the original humans they splice from.
[ The fact he has to say that at all says something about where he is now. But then again, lying isn't unexpected. Maybe the entire observation deck is an advanced projection. It doesn't seem like it, and that wasn't the kind of tech they'd been working on. At least, not from what Andyr could glean. It's a lot of work to go through just to get him to calm down, when they'd been accepting having to fight him any time he's brought to the lab for the last six years. ]
So. Somehow. This Ingress thing snatched me out of a hallway worlds away, and dropped me here. Just me. At random. [ he talks it out, arching brows up at Adrien again, once he's explained the point of the physical. He'll get to that in a moment, but he's trying to understand this first. Or, at least, understand what he's supposed to be getting from it. The story. The need to check for disease he can understand, in a community of people from various places. He knows the logic. But so much of this is just so implausible.
And yet, what's the better option? Sit here and stare at the stars until someone brings him more solid proof of it all? Maybe that seems like an okay option. Then again, they might just space him for being a pain in the ass. A long pause settles, watching the cat thing bounce around, before he answers. ]
Let me do it myself and I'll go back. [ Tell him what needs to be checked, he'll check it. He's been through an absurd number of physicals before, he knows what's usually being locked for, and if not, they can tell him and he can check his body himself. ] Don't inject anything into me, don't take samples of anything, don't touch my back. That's the only way this happens peacefully.
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Adrien was less sanguine as he stood and listened to what Andyr was describing. Even though it was not, perhaps, the worst thing he had encountered it was still abhorrent to the medical professional in him. Despite his insistence that he was the least empathetic doctor in existence, he still had a hard time settling the idea in his mind.
Which, he decided, was as it should be.
Setting the information into a mental file opened on this man, Adrien turned his attention to the queries he could address. He nodded to the question about the Ingress grabbing them. ]
I won't say you should see where they took me from, because that would have driven you right around the bend. However, you're correct. That is how it happens. [ Perhaps not the most comforting of responses but at least it was honest.
As for the last bit, again Adrien took the brutally honest approach. ]
I can allow you to draw your own blood, handle the equipment for a full spectrum scan and you can destroy the sample when we're done. However, I have to be able to review the results, myself, if I am going to sign off on your fitness.
I don't have to touch you but I will have to observe the readings on the equipment.
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he doesn't want to be agreeing to this. he wants to say fuck you and fuck this place and fuck everyone else here and just run until he finds somewhere quiet to curl in for the next few hours. until he can get his head on right. until his mind and his body can just be his. it's the singular, constantly pulsing urge he's had for the last six years, that had him carving his way through Hapsburg guards and leaving bloodied hallways as he broke free. but they'd always found him, in the end. hopeless, maybe, but he'd rather be throwing himself against a wall that just sit and accept his lot. surrender.
there's still information needed, Mikal and Alva are still out there somewhere, if he was stolen somewhere else, he has to find a way back to get them. he'd sworn he wouldn't leave without Alva and Posie in tow. to get to that information, he has to submit to this physical, and while the part of him that has survived and kept some part of his dignity by refusing to accept any compromises is disgusted with it, he's telling himself it's for Posie, and for Alva. ]
If you take my blood, I want to see what you do with it, I don't want anything outside of blood type and 'he's not carrying a pathogen' recorded. And I want to see it destroyed.
[ Not be told it was, he wants to see it contaminated and made useless. He wants to watch the testing, he wants to be certain nothing about his genetics or DNA is kept on record, anywhere, for any reason.
As for the bit about equipment - ]
That's fine. [ Andyr shifts, moving to stand, giving the cat a little boop on the nose as he pushes himself up, and spares a last glance down at the planet, then out at the stares. His dad really would have loved to see this. Would've been happy he got to, at least. ] Let's get it over with.
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He noted that Andyr was insisting on terms that Adrien had already offered but he suspected it was the younger rman's way of establishing control back over the conversation. From Andyr's attitude, appearance and what he'd shared of his background, Adrien could understand the desire and so he didn't make a remark.
Instead, he nodded in agreement. ]
Of course.
[ As Andyr moved to stand, Adrien gave ground, stepping back to ensure the man had plenty of room. Well, so long as Courser didn't count. Deprived of his finger spider to chase, the young tracker scooted around Andyr's legs and Adrien's, his colorful tail lightly brushing at pant legs as he careened between them both. ]
Come on. We can get this done and you can get to stretching your legs and possibly find some more answers to your questions.
Though I do strongly advise that you consider changing into the thermals they provide. Space is, quite cold even in the face of the strongest life support systems.
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there's an absent nod about the thermals - he is pretty cold as it is, and the clothes he wore in Hapsburg were hospital gown kinds of thin. all that's keeping him insulated now is the bloody guard's jacket. a change would be good.
he's on his way, at Adrien's side, tension and nerves mounting again the closer they get to the room, when every molecule in him is wanting to run. Instead, he's trying to focus on something else - the cat. ]
Don't remember them usually following people like that. [ of course, it's been six years since he's seen a cat, but he's pretty sure he got the feel for them.
then again, this really isn't a normal cat, is it? ]
He come from your world?
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This time, rather than sticking close to the doctor's left side, Courser continued to romp in between the two men. Occasionally he scooted forward as a scent caught his attention and he seemed to be able to unerringly make turns before Adrien motioned for a change of direction. ]
His name is Courser and he's trained. [ He remarked, paused and then amended. ] There is always work to be done, but he's well trained in basic obedience and shipboard life.
[ Adrien briefly considered opening up the topic of why and how Courser had come to be trained as thoroughly as he had but he quickly dismissed it. ]
He's called a bahari, subspecies tracker. He's still just a juvenile and no, he doesn't come from my world. I received him from my previous employer.
[ There was a brief pause and then one more, small amendment. ]
If you ever find yourself missing a singular sock, let me know.
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Hey Courser. I'm Andyr. [ yes, he's definitely just introduced himself to the pet cat before he has to the man who owns him. whatever, he likes animals more than people, and he's been right on them being kinder more often than not. or at least more pleasant to associate with. ]
Check it out. [ He's saying to the cat, as he holds out one of his wrists, the split chain that once connected it to the matching binding on the other arm now dangling, and he starts to wiggle it above the cat like a toy, while Adrien explains where Courser came from, and all that.
Not that he isn't paying attention. He notes the bit about 'bahari' and 'tracker' and 'previous employer'. So space isn't new to this man. Good to know. ]
So you're the laundry gremlin. I always thought it was just my sister.
[ The last sentence is trailed off, because they're at the lab before he realizes, and Andyr's suddenly wishing he made "doing it outside of the actual room" part of the causes. But he doubts the equipment can be easily moved, so it's just as well. He does, however, unconsciously come to a screeching halt, with a sharp inhale. The scent of antiseptic and latex is already assaulting his senses, giving that same knee-jerk nausea that it has since he'd first been processed at Hapsburg. Just get it over with, he's telling himself, and stomping through the door, with jaw set, like a man on a mission.
Back to one of the empty sections, with the hospital bed and the beeping machines and the IV stands, and he crosses his arms over his chest, looking back to Adrien like he's already wanting to bolt. ]
Okay. So what now?
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He's also a little distracted by watching Courser out of the corner of his eye. The young bahari is immediately caught up by the game of dangling chain. For him, the implication of the chain means nothing, it's merely a toy and he jumps and twists and bats at it. At one point Andyr might witness teeth, that suggest the young cat isn't entirely to be trifled with, attach to chain and try to yank it down.
Adrien clears his throat at about the same moment Courser recognizes his play is getting too rough and he quickly lets go and goes back to darting in and around their legs.
Before the doctor can make a comment about the word 'sister' (and his ears did perk up a bit there) they are at the Medbay and Andyr is moving through the doors like a man possessed. He even leaves Courser in his wake and the bahari shares a quick glance with his companion, before Adrien nods and motions towards the young man. Unless Andyr pushes him away, he's going to find Courser jumping up on the bed with him, head tilting at him curiously.
Adrien's movements are more reserved and concise. He shares a glance with the medbay tech who had given him shit earlier and reaches his hand out to take the chart that is passed to him. It was the intake datapad they had opened on Andyr. Walking over towards the bed, he grabbed a cart that carried all the necessary evils for drawing blood and also taking vitals, though the doctor reached into the pocket of his lab coat and withdrew a stethoscope that did not appear to be standard issue.
He spun datapad about and held it out towards Andyr so the man could take it and read what was reported. ]
The vitals and data we take today will be used to set the baseline parameters that feed into your MID. This information is used to maintain a status check on your condition. If you are injured or your vitals drop to near death levels, it alerts medical to your need for aid.
[ Well aware of how it sounded, he gave Andyr a knowing look. ]
Before you say it. At this time there is no way to remove the MID. You want to find a way around it, I'm sure you're not the only one on the crew, you can go find friends later. For now, this is what it does and part of the file the data we're drawing now.
[ Would it be easier on him to lie? Yep. But Adrien chose his time and his place when he needed to lie and this was neither.
About this time, Andyr might also note that a paw was bumping his forearm. Excuse but ... ear rubs??
Pushy alien cat like creature was pushy. ]
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Adrien's talking, and he's absorbing it, but his eyes are dead set on that tray of instruments, blinking rapidly a few times. any other moment in his life, and other time tumbled together in the hell of the last six years, if any of those came this close to him, and there wasn't something strapping him into a bolted down surface, he'd be jerking away, and either attacking the first closest body, or running for the door. it takes an incredibly amount of will to refrain from either.
he nods about the MIDs, ignoring the issue of permanence for the moment. they'll put it on him one way other another, like the anklet tracer from Hapsburg that's still attached to his leg, though the mechanics had been melted. ]
It's fine. Let's just do it.
[ he does appreciate the honesty, and it'll raise his opinion of the man, later, after, but right now, he's too caught up in his mind, spiraling
the little paw bumping at his arm. oh, right. the fuzzy. blinking down to him, it takes a second or two, but he flashes the cat a little half-smile, eventually, and reaches up to scratch at his ears. ] Brat.
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This makes for a happy tracker and a very soft, low rumble begins to issue from the bahari's throat. His eyes half close and he pushes his head this way and that into Andyr's touch.
Adrien watches the display without comment, giving the pair a moment and taking his time gathering the equipment necessary to draw blood. Needle, hub, antiseptic wipe and vial.
Once he's got it all prepped, and Courser has gotten a decent amount of ear rub (it will never be enough for the tracker) Adrien clears his throat and holds the equipment out towards Andyr. ]
If you still want to do it yourself, I can hand these to you as you need them. Might be a bit easier than trying to juggle it all and keep your draw arm still enough.
But you're on your own for telling him you've got to stop petting. His 'woe is me eyes' are deadly. [ The words were delivered in a perfect deadpan tone, which might make it hard to tell if the doctor was joking or not. ]
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It's better if I do it.
[ even if he did trust Adrien enough to start letting him put needles in him, there's still the kneejerk responses to violence he has, and he doubts this friendly compliance thing is going to last long if Andyr snaps and punches him in the throat. He also doubts Adrien will survive it, if he snaps and punches him in the throat. That's usually the purpose. He tends to go for kill first and foremost.
lifting his hand away from the cat, he gives Courser an apologetic shrug. ] I'll pet you much as you want after, okay? [ told him as he's peeling the bulky guard's jacket off his shoulders and arms, shrugging it off somewhere behind him. what's under is a loose sort of smock top, made from a material pretty similar to hospital gowns, though a bit softer. Like the coat, it's stained with splatters of blood, here and there, easier to see on the light grey of it than the black of the jacket he'd had on before. there's not really any damage to the garment, save in a couple places, but whatever injury he'd sustained earlier has stopped bleeding by now - nothing fresh. ]
Just handle the vial. [ he tells adrien, while shuffling the right sleeve up on his shoulder and out of the way, reaching for the tourniquet on the tray. It's a bit of a hassle, one handed, but he gets it looped on there well enough, with an end sticking out he can grab with teeth and pull free, when he needs to. Arm laid out against a knee, he flexes his fingers on that hand, opening and closing, to get blood flowing, while the antiseptic wipe is scrubbed over the inside of his elbow.
There's already a cluster of pinprick scars there, over the larger veins, and the same sort of pattern on his wrist, repeated on the other arm as well. it takes a lot to really leave scars on a body with his kind of regeneration abilities, but shoving needles into him every other day for six years? sometimes leaving them in for three weeks at a time? that'll do it. at least the one good thing is that it gives Andyr a clear marker for where to push the needle in. he seems to handle that part alright - leveling it and pushing in shallowly, a bit of adjusting, but it's steady, and there's no flinch or even twitch in Andyr's features for the sting of it. ]
Vial. [ he tells him, once he's sure it's settled right, and he tugs the tourniquet free, once it's all connected and flowing. ]
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This didn't mean that Courser didn't attempt a bit of a crestfallen look when Andyr stopped petting but rather than jumping down and going away, the bahari simply lay down on the bed and set his chin on his paws as he watched. Holding the vial in one hand, Adrien reached out with the other and gave Courser's tail a gentle tug as he let Andyr manage the needle and hub.
The scarring and marks were noted from out of the corner of the doctor's eye and he made mental notes to add to Andyr's file. Mostly strongly worded suggestions to the rest of the medical staff that if/when they treated the young man to do so carefully as to reduce the chance to triggering a trauma based response.
He'd leave the details that he'd learned (such as they were) out of the file. Andyr could choose what he did and did not wish to share with the others.
Handing over the vial, Adrien waited patiently as it was filled and would then trade Andyr a gauze pad and band-aid (if he wished to use it) for the vial. Usually he would then mark the vial with name and information but as he'd promised they would process the blood immediately and together, so he simply set the vial into a metal container on the tray. ]
I can do respiration from here but blood pressure and heart rate are going to require a measure of hands on. [ He said, again being direct but giving Andyr the call on how they proceeded. ]
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Eyes follow the vial on the tray, as if he's worried someone might come by and snatch it, but after a moment, he's settled with it's placement, and focuses back on Adrien.
Blood pressure, heart rate. He knows what both of those entail, considers what the contact would be and tries to decide if he's alright with it. ]
Tell me what you're doing before you do it.
[ Half for Adrien's own security, as a hand going somewhere he's not expecting it could be bad with his reflexes and how incredibly on edge he is. the cat's a comfortable presence next to him, but the longer this goes on, the more and more he starts to notice things around the lab that he'd seen in Hapsburg, or hear bits of conversation that remind him of something from his homeworld. He's doing his best to keep his eyes straight forward, watching some blank spot on Adrien's chest, and chant something in his head to cover up the noise.
Flavors of yoghurt. Types of fish. Morse code translations. He'd had a lot of time to read, in his cell, and the encyclopedia was one of the books he was allowed. a slow exhale leaves him. ]
If I say stop, it's a good idea to stop. [ a pause, a glance from that blank spot on Adrien's shirt, up to his eyes, and he nods, assenting quietly. ] Go ahead.
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cw: medicinal reference to rape kit
cw: sooooome vague mention of past rape
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