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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
cw: medicinal reference to rape kit
There may be reason from the initial exam to warrant a more extensive physical. You have all four limbs, two eyes, one mouth and a nose. While you have contusions, you're dragging around evidence of having been held captive, by the way we should remove those before you leave.
I could perform a more intimate exam for evidence of recent trauma but there is nothing we can do here in this world to address a crime back in your own. An STI from such an event, if one has occurred, will show on your blood sample so I was thinking to avoid the physical, unless you have reason to request the physical?
Back to contusions and lacerations, none of which require stitches and given your strong disinclination to physical contact my intention was to provide you with the supplies to clean and disinfect the wounds yourself. Again, unless you would like to request I do it?
You aren't limping or exhibiting any evidence to suggest broken bones and ultimately your vitals suggest that you are in a state of health that would be admirable to any humanoid on this ship.
[ He paused, waited and nodded back to the main room. ]
If you've changed your mind and believe you are being cheated of a delightful experience, we can run the full monty but quite honestly I don't require it to diagnose anything I can't see with my eyes, deduct from the statistics I have and confirm from your blood sample.
But hey, it's your call?
[ Harumph, lazy indeed. ]
cw: sooooome vague mention of past rape
[ the very immediate response to 'a more intimate exam', because everyone can keep all of their extremities and tools out of his person, thank you very fucking much. he already knows there was crime and recent trauma in his world, he doesn't need other people digging evidence out of him for it. granted, it's been a couple years since anyone'd had the balls to try that one in particular with him, adrien wouldn't find anything.
not that anyone in his world would care.
not anyone with a voice enough to do anything about it, at least. he's gone a bit blank while that train of thought is running through his head, staring blankly at the dissolving device he'd just been testing, before he blinks rapidly several times, and comes back to himself. ]
No, I don't need it. Just wanted to make sure I wasn't gonna be stopped on my way out for skipping the 'turn your head and cough' experience.
[ though he is glad to hear adrien will be helping him get the cuffs off. much as he's used to them, they're a constant source of tension for him. so long as that weight's on his wrists and his ankles, Andyr still feels like he's at war. ]
So. Any pathogens?
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[ Adrien said in a dry tone before he turned back to his analysis work. He could practically feel the young man vibrating with the need to get out of all of this, sooner rather than later and the doctor didn't blame him. Hell, all these people? Adrien wanted out of here sooner rather than later, however he understood the importance of his job and he wasn't going to do it slip shod. ]
None that I can see, I just need to confirm one thing.
[ He remarked. He was referencing that skewing as a result of the KN gene. Given the properties it imposed upon the situation, Adrien had to take a moment to double and triple check that he had a clear mapping of how the skewing worked, to confirm that the situation was not capable of delivering a nasty surprise down the road.
Best that no one discuss how and why he's learned to look at an understand the destructive properties of what displays as perfectly normal.
One last check and he lifted his head and nodded. ]
No pathogens. I do have to make note of the genetic component, that it exists and is the root cause for some skewed variables with some of your numbers.
Otherwise.
[ As he'd been talking, Adrien had gathered the vial of blood and now he pulled the slide he'd prepared and been reviewing, as well as the materials he'd used to prepare the slide. He presented all of this to Andyr to place in the disposal unit. ]
Take care of this and we'll get those cuffs off and you can be on your way.
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it's all too easy to flashback to the crowded clinic in low town, where their father had taken them when jehanne had caught some kind of flu. he remembers overhearing the mumbling of the doctor and his father, but the only word that sticks out in his mind, now, was KN gene. that'd been the last time he saw his twin sister. they were nine.
reaching out his hand, it slaps, palm down, over the datapad Adrien had been filling out his results on, letting the slide and blood vial and all of that be ignored for the moment. this is more important. ]
No.
[ all the softness that'd come back in small moments over the last twenty or so minutes dissipates in that singular moment, and Andyr looks ready to murder again. ]
Nothing about the gene. At all.
[ whatever else he wants to do, put that he's not human, that he has some kind of weird condition, make something else up - he doesn't care. but there'd better be nothing about his genetic anomaly going into a computer system accessed by scientists and doctors.
by anyone, really. it's already obvious enough there's something wrong with him, just by the ports at his back, impossible to hide with how the come up onto the back of his neck, but letting even the chance that someone realizes they might be able to make a miracle cure out of him is absolutely out of the question. ]
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When he was finished, he looked over Andyr. His expression was not intended to be unkind but it was direct. ]
You need to understand something. [ He said, in a soft but firm tone. ]
I am not the only physician on this ship. I am not even one of the senior physicians on this ship. There is a high likelihood that depending upon the circumstances, even if you asked for me specifically, rank could be pulled and another physician will treat you.
[ Just to make things clear. ]
If that happens and that physician comes across this genetic abnormality and discovers there is no mention of it in your file, they will investigate and they will be a lot more invasive then, than I am being now.
[ Given that Adrien had some of the story and well, his own closet was full of skeletons, let's be real here. He had no need or desire to dig into the skeletons in other peoples' closets. ]
So you have two choices. We put in vague, benign mention of it now and it ceases to be a thing. Or when someone realizes there is information mission, that someone, who is not me, is going to get a lot more involved in your file.
But it's your call.
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and this fuck is not Alva. ]
Nothing. At all.
[ he's grinding out, half wanting to just smash the datapad under his hand right now, but it'd be petty and antagonizing. more than he's currently being. if it were hapsburg, he'd have already done it. if it were hapsburg, he wouldn't even have gone this far without several guards and heavy restraints.
you start making compromises with your freedom, and they never stop. that is what andyr knows. better to suffer the worse end of it and say you stood your ground than just lay down and allow it. ]
It's no one's business what's in my blood, so long as it's not hurting anyone. Looking for pathogens was what you said, right? [ that's what you told him, Adrien, that's exactly it. protection for the crew. a genetic component isn't contagious, and someone would have to assault him to even get it out of him. ]
It's not a disease, it's not anything detrimental to me, it's not a risk. So then what the fuck is this?
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But even as he fought to reach that level of apathy (not my circus...) the spur of responsibility dug back in and he looked out at the main room where the rest of the new arrivals were being checked in.
Never mind the memory of Amette and how she ended up dead.
Finally he turned back to Andyr and leveled a look at him. ]
You have a choice to make. You can refuse to sign the contract that will bring you into the fold of this crew and this ship for it's journey. They can't send you back through the Ingress, though I can't imagine you'd care much about that, but they will drop you off at the next planet of call and from there you're on your own.
Which might be exactly what you do want.
[ It certainly seemed that way at least. ]
But if you're going to stay on this ship, then this information will be complete. See the issue with your genetics is simple; the rapid ability to mutate and the way that genetic marker skews everything a bit.
[ He flicked a finger up. ]
First, the skewing. Medical needs to know your baseline. The skew in your bloodwork is part of that baseline. If they don't know it's normal for you, then if something happens, they're going to waste time chasing that component down.
Second the rapid mutation. This is space and you will be exposed to all manner of organisms and species you never imagined. This also means that the rapid mutation property in your body makes you a potential bridge between organisms, and what might jump past you, no problem, could quickly evolve into a threat that wipes out this crew.
If Medical isn't aware of these pieces of the puzzle that slows down Medical's ability to respond in time to save lives, while they try to sort out information that should already be in your file.
[ Sorry Andyr but he was not going to not do his job in this instance. The stakes were too high. ]
The choice is completely yours.
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That's not a fucking choice and you know it.
[ maybe he doesn't. maybe he's never been a slave. the only contracts Andyr knows of are the ones the Houses gave out, which were 'agree to us owning you, or make us find our own way to', and even if the Moira doesn't mean it that way, with the alternative option being 'we'll drop you off on a foreign planet in the middle of nowhere', it looks exactly the same to Andyr. The contract he doesn't care about. He'll sign it because his consent never meant anything one way or the other to begin with. The issue is the medical records to him. But apparently those come hand in hand. ]
Fine. Put it. [ He tells Adrien, tight lipped, and then leans it, picking up the vial with the remnants of his blood clinging to the inside, and speaking quietly and sincerely to him. This gene isn't difficult to figure out once you study it, so it hardly matters what Andyr tells him about what it does. Because if anyone bothers to peek into it, they'll know. ] This little genetic compound you're about to share with every doctor in this lab? Killed my family, enslaved my world, turned me into an undying lab rat that could get dissected again and again and again, every other day, for six fucking years.
[ he's not saying it as a 'woe is me' speech, he's saying it because he wants Adrien to have perspective on what this is and what exactly it is he's exposing Andyr to in sharing it with a bunch of strangers with authority over what will get stick into his person. Because he needs to know where it is the next piece of this is coming from, and how very sincere it is. ]
So understand just how much I mean it when I say this. If someone figures out what this is, and comes trying to harvest from me, you're the first one I go looking to skin, and it won't be fast. [ and it hardly matters that he'll likely be killed, punished or stranded for it, because Andyr's entire life has been viciously fighting battles he knew he couldn't, because he refused to just lay back and accept it. ] And then I take out this entire team, until someone who's a good enough shot finds a big enough gun to stop me.
[ as he is pretty difficult to kill, and pain tolerance is a non-issue these days. with that spoken, Andyr leans back, and move his hand from the datapad, leaving Adrien to do his work, as he takes the remnants of slides and samples to be destroyed in the dissolving machine. ]
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Adrien had tried to be understanding. He'd tried to work with this guy, end to end. He'd given him leeway, he'd backed the rest of the medical staff off of him, listening to him and done everything he could to play nice.
But there was sympathy and then there was letting someone walk over you like a doormat. Not to mention, as threats went, Andyr wasn't even really in the top ten, which was actually probably (if anyone had the patience to dig deep) the root cause of his hitting the wall.
The doctor was known for having a temper that was already dodgy and events in his own life meant that picture Andyr was painting, hit a little too close to home for comfort. It was imagery that stirred up nightmare scenarios of Adrien's own. Nothing he was in any state of mind to try to actually explain; not that words had ever been his strong point in the past.
Instead, he defaulted to action.
Taking the data pad, upon which he had been dutifully recording the information for Andyr, Adrien set it down on the floor. Drawing a handgun from under his uniform coat, tucked into the small of his back, he chambered a round, the gun leveling at the data pad with obvious intent.
As the gun cleared the holster, a low raspy sort of screech, a sound of obvious distress came from Courser, who was sinking down on his haunches, ears flattened to his skull. He didn't look ready to attack, if anything he looked extremely distressed as his eyes and his feelers seemed to flicker between Andyr and Adrien. ]
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but this isn't hapsburg. it's a spaceship, in the middle of who even knows where, and andyr has nowhere to go, and no way to get back to the people he loves, still suffering back home, without the people running this ship. and there's no hapsburg board to deem him too valuable on a revenue standpoint to be killed off or discarded. it isn't about either andyr gets treated nicely or he has to put up with a fight that leaves him with broken bones, battered skin, and ISO for a week. it's about whether or not he has to give up on what small amount of people he has left to called loved.
jerking forward, his palm goes to cover the barrel of the gun, so the bullet would go into his palm, and dude to the tissue density, likely be lodged there, rather than hit the datapad. hurt, probably, but he'd spent three weeks having his spine drilled with no anesthetic once. a bullet in the hand isn't going to bother him much.
for a moment, he's still, something in him shaking, and looking into adrien's eyes with no idea what he can say or do here. that's when there's movement up and to the right somewhere, and andyr's eyes flick up to see... Alva. Being led into the room, chatting with some of the med staff, facing away from Andyr but there, healthy, unrestrained, calm. the sight alone is reassurance, enough that a small, tremor of an exhale leaves him, and Andyr swallows, blinking back to Adrien with eyes that look somewhat glassy. ]
Please. [ he starts, voice low, quiet, and a bit shaky. ] I'm sorry, it's just--
[ he looks down, at the gun, at his hand, at the cuff still secure over his wrist, the edge of the metal digging an angry red line against his skin by now. he's not even a full foot from adrien's face, and his voice is practically a whisper, as he tells him this. ] I... haven't had human rights since I was seventeen. I was cut open, left awake and responsive to my spine being drilled into for three weeks, dissected and pulled apart and put back together in new patterns, and passed around to however wanted to mess with my body whenever they wanted, and I haven't been outside of my cell without manacles since then.
[ this is the first time he hasn't immediately had them slapped onto him after he'd broken them, and it still feels very strange, even with the cuffs still attached. there's redness rimming his eyes and a rasp to his voice, nothing about this faked. andyr doesn't know how to. ]
The only one who ever tried to save me was me. No one in the building, no one on the medical team, no one in the whole damn world. Just me, and just like this. [ being vicious, being volatile, struggling against what he could, fighting to keep any part of him out of hands that wanted to hurt him at every instance. ] Record what you have to, but. Please, just--
[ he swallows again, and looks much, much younger than what he actually is. feels it. feels like he never left that lab table he'd been strapped to when he was 17. ]
I want to live again... but not like that.
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Standing there, with the young man in close, the desperate look on his face, Adrien felt realization kick, hard enough to his chest that for a moment he couldn’t breathe.
What the fuck am I doing??
He’d just spent the past hour with Andyr, listening to what the young man said and didn’t say. He’d spent an hour hearing how he had been dehumanized, treated as property, brutalized at every turn and given every reason not to trust. For the past hour he’d been stepping carefully in an attempt to be sensitive to the damage he could sense from the man’s words, his actions, his eyes.
Eyes.
Unbidden the knowing eyes of the Neraki flashed across Andyr’s face and for a moment, Adrien could only see the resigned distrust of the Khitlasi elders as they handed over the wooden coins. He could taste the snack a young Neraki child had pressed into his hands during the hours waiting for extraction from Macha; before it …
Adrien swallowed, twice hard and tight, the sort of action to suggest that he was swallowing back bile that was struggling to turn his stomach inside out. The gun under Andyr’s hand trembled and at least the doctor had enough were-with-all to take his finger off the trigger, laying his index finger along the barrel as he held the grip in a white knuckled hand.
Against his leg, he felt the pressure of Courser’s lean body as the bahari pressed against his calf, trying to push in between his legs but the doctor’s limbs were locked and frozen, caught in the past and the present. After all wasn’t he the boogyman in this young patient’s closet? Not literally, obviously but the words Andyr practically begged him with, the resignation in the man’s tone … it echoed the same sentiment from the Neraki in the moments before they were summarily slaughtered.
By him.
Alright, not exactly but near enough that in Adrien’s short circuiting brain, the distinction was so blurred as to be indiscernible. Blurred enough that his shredded conscience was screaming at him, how dare he be frustrated with the very real suffering Andyr described to him. He carried the guilt of just such atrocities against not just the Neraki and Macha, a living screaming planet …
Oh, ah. He’d forgotten about that. The cries of the planet itself as it came to an end. As desperate as the words spilling from Andyr’s lips with the same cry for understanding … mercy. He’d managed to block that sound deep into his subconscious but now it came roaring back with a vengeance, until it was all he could hear, his patient’s voice coming to him as a tinny noise, far down a distant tunnel.
The gun hand dropped and Adrien gave ground. He took a stumble step back from Andyr, catching himself on the edge of the counter, head down between his shoulders as he sucked in deep breaths. Courser glanced back at Andyr for a long moment, before he lowered his head and picked up the data pad in his jaws. Cradling it carefully, he padded to Adrien and sat obediently by his left leg, the pad in his mouth.
For a few more, deep breaths, Adrien continued to lean on the counter before he slowly reached back to re-holster the gun. His entire arm was shuddering by now, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow, causing the hair at his temples to stick slightly in odd patterns. He slowly pushed his way off the counter, testing his legs under himself without a word or even a glance at Andyr, before he reached down to take the data pad from Courser. ]
I, [ he began, his voice tight, accent thickened by the lump lodged in his throat. He had to cough to clear it. ] I’ll put in a note that due to patient confidentiality, any inquiries must come to the physician of record; myself.
[ It was bending the rules, cracking them a little at the base but fuck it. At this point, he was torn between apologizing to Andyr for sins the younger man would have no idea what he was talking about and just getting this over with and letting them both retreat to their corners. He’d caught that quick glance out towards someone in the main intake area. He hadn’t seen who and had no idea what it was about but if Andyr had someone here, and that presence was in any way helping them absolve this impasse, Adrien would take it.
Another breath and he was finally able to straighten, forcing himself to turn back towards Andyr. There was nothing glassy about the doctor’s eyes but perhaps it was the perspiration on his blanched flesh that made his blue eyes seem to burn.]
You can choose who else you speak with about these matters, on the medical team, in your own time.
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but then adrien's dropping his gun arm, and stumbling away, leaning against the counter and looking like he's having a break down, and andyr's completely unsure what to do with this. he hadn't known anything about this man, where he came from, what he'd seen there, what might've happened on the moira. just that he's a doctor, who came from another ship where he was also a doctor, and he has a cute cat thing. which andyr watches, as he picks up the datapad and pads over to adrien's feet. nothing about the scene makes sense to him, and andyr's mind is screaming, jumping between fight or flight, and jerking his head to look back at Alva, wanting to call to him, wanting to warn him, anything. But that would associate Alvary wit him and ruin any chances he had in getting free.
he's still looking that direction, when adrien picks up the datapad, and the movement has Andyr's eyes snapping back to him, terrified of what might happen next.
what he gets is entirely unexpected.
he isn't putting anything down. just a note. andyr'd thought his best option would be the vague explanation he had before, but he's only putting a note there, and one to refer only to him about it. he isn't making him talk to the others, or making him explain what the gene is, just taking him for his word on it.
it's a favor andyr'd never been given before. it's protection, and he'd just stood here threatening to kill him. the first year he'd been in hapsburg, he'd begged and pleaded, for it to stop, and it always fell on indifferent ears. even while he was screaming as they cut into him, there hadn't even been a pause to consider him. and here, he'd begged the man like he was another lab tech or another guard, and expected, at most, to get them back to where they were before the gun came out. but, the doctor had actually backed down just from putting a detail on record, for him.
a bit overwhelmed in the face of the completely foreign kindness of it, and in the surge of relief that this secret will stay a secret, will keep him and Alvary safe, he half surges, half falls forward, with arms wrapping around the man's shoulders, hugging him tight, lost on anything else to do to properly convey his gratitude. ]
Thank you. Thank you so much. [ he murmurs into his shoulder with a shaken tone, fingers gripping maybe too tight in the man's shirt. he can't even begin to explain what an incredible relief and freedom having the nature of his DNA unknown will be for him, and for Alva. to be just another human, equal with the others around them. someone with rights, with free will, someone who matters. even if they do escape the houses back home, even if they take them down, there's still a stigma on him and anyone like him. they'll go off to their own country and live alone, but the rest of the world will still be looking at them like escaped rats.
Here, Adrien just gave them a chance to be normal. At least as far as Andyr sees it. ]
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He didn’t exactly possess the natural inclination to hug back, not the way most humans did. If he was expecting an embrace he would return it but unexpected hugs? His body stiffened in a way that might suggest that the doctor was not used to random hugs. Hell, Adrien wasn’t particularly inviting of casual human contact in general!
For a moment he just stood there, hands still on the data pad where he’d finished up his note, face pressed slightly into Andyr’s shoulder, as the man had a few inches on him. Most of the human population had a few inches on him to be honest. It was the softly spoken but heart-felt gratitude spilling from the younger man’s lips that provided the next blow.
Of course Andyr was only being kind, perhaps more so than Adrien would have expected but hearing the pure relief in the man’s voice, the doctor felt another twist from Guilt’s knife. Such a little thing, just a small note, and it obviously meant so much. What did that say about Andyr and the life he was coming from?
It said a lot and none of it good. Funny how in those four words of heart-breaking gratitude, Andyr said more about the truth of the reality he’d described than if Adrien had witnessed the atrocious acts directly. Though he’d been growing perturbed at having the imagery driven down his throat, now he felt petty for that mounting tension. In just four words, Andyr had driven home the full import of his desperation and the weight of the history behind it.
Inwardly kicking himself for having nearly undone all that he’d been trying to do for the younger man from the beginning, Adrien closed his eyes. Tentatively, he reached around with one arm and lightly touched his hand to his patient’s elbow. ]
Err … stop wrinkling the doctor.
[ He grumbled, voice gruff and accent thick from the lingering … actually he didn’t entirely understand what had just happened to him, in that moment when he’d been holding the gun. He’d have to think on that later. For now, awkward prickly doctor was awkward and prickly. ]
I need to get this note down, then we can get those cuffs off you and you can go.
[ Suddenly, getting rid of those damn cuffs was a top priority. Adrien wanted them gone; for Andyr’s sake. ]
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Right. Sorry. [ he shakes his head, taking a step or two back, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. hugging is generally not something he does often, even on a good day, but there'd been moments, when relief hit him too hard, when he couldn't think of any other way to express his gratitude or his joy. when he'd found posie. when he'd seen alva safe after one of the raids. he remembers he'd done it more as a kid - embraced friends, neighbors, his father. but since hapsburg, he's just wanted to curl in on himself so much, and he hasn't been that kid in a long time. sometimes, though. sometimes it feels nice to pretend he is.
glancing around, he spots the slides and vial still on the counter from before, and remembers he'd been in the process of getting rid of those. right. ] I'll just. Deal with this.
[ gathering it up, he wanders over to the device for dissolving things again, and sets to putting all the stuff from the tests in there, as he'd done with the paper, checking that everything was right, before closing the doors and hitting the button to dissolve it all. watching a while, he nods along with what's said, though he's a bit half here and half there.
it's bizarre, to think he might actually just get to... wander around all these halls, without a guard detail following, without chains rattling, without watching his back. he thinks, maybe, he'll go for a run. after he meets with alva and they talk everything out. just run through the whole ship. see everything, go where he wants, maybe get lost a little.
andyr makes it back around to himself, blinking several times, and realizing he'd been staring at the machine that'd finished it's task a while ago, and Adrien's likely finished up his note. right, the cuffs. which are really more like manacles, thick around his wrists, given the simple ones were too easy for him to break. pacing back over to adrien, there's a furrow between his brows, as he turns the heavy, metal cuffs over a bit, trying to pull the part where the locking mechanism is upwards. ]
Here. If someone can pick that or pry it open, that should work. Easier than trying to take a blowtorch to my arm. [ which, would work, and hurt like a bitch. but he'd heal. ]