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station722017-02-13 06:50 am
polyphonos) wrote in station722017-02-13 06:50 am
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[closed] a noble profession
CHARACTERS: Aoba, Prince, Cathaway
WHERE: Medical Bay
WHEN: Day 0:10
SUMMARY: Cathaway and Prince do some investigation into Aoba's condition.
WARNINGS: Violence, mental trauma, other stuff probably. DmmD is a walking warning ok.
[The Station's medical bay is an almost perfectly circular room. It also appears at first glance to be totally empty. However, by the time Aoba arrives, Cathaway and Prince have opened a number of the built in compartments - unfolding an examination table, retrieving a series of tools and various monitoring machines so that it almost resembles a medical facility instead of something merely alien.
Cathaway has perched herself on a tall stool beside the examination table and is busying herself with the preparation of some minor equipment. She's-- not quiet, actually. Rather, Cathaway's humming absently under her breath as she loads a liquid filled cartridge into a small plastic device shaped vaugely like a gun with a capped needle instead of a barrel.
From the feel of her half of the room - bright sunshine, a warm breath of air, something sweet on the tongue -, she's in a good mood.]
WHERE: Medical Bay
WHEN: Day 0:10
SUMMARY: Cathaway and Prince do some investigation into Aoba's condition.
WARNINGS: Violence, mental trauma, other stuff probably. DmmD is a walking warning ok.
[The Station's medical bay is an almost perfectly circular room. It also appears at first glance to be totally empty. However, by the time Aoba arrives, Cathaway and Prince have opened a number of the built in compartments - unfolding an examination table, retrieving a series of tools and various monitoring machines so that it almost resembles a medical facility instead of something merely alien.
Cathaway has perched herself on a tall stool beside the examination table and is busying herself with the preparation of some minor equipment. She's-- not quiet, actually. Rather, Cathaway's humming absently under her breath as she loads a liquid filled cartridge into a small plastic device shaped vaugely like a gun with a capped needle instead of a barrel.
From the feel of her half of the room - bright sunshine, a warm breath of air, something sweet on the tongue -, she's in a good mood.]
no subject
Cathaway places the metal rods back on the small tray. She makes no immediate move to help Aoba from the floor and instead snaps her databank from some interior pocket of her wrap, unfolding it for review.]
Not quite, but we understand the sentiment. Would you like some water?
[To the Prince and only to him radiates a pulsing warmth, a nonverbal flash of sterile gratitude underwritten by the texture of a question - would he prefer to leave?]
no subject
It's not an answer to her question, though, no returning thought pressed into her mind like a flower between pages of parchment. It is just his thought. An honest desire. He has no wish to stay here looking down at the boy and far less of one to reach down his hand and lend assistance. He does not want to face the possibility that it will be rejected, and even less doesn't he want to face the possibility it may not be.
He was fine. It was a duty easily enough performed, and I'd his jaw was tense and his nerves thin, then that was simply- it simply was.]
If you will excuse me.
[It's a unique form of cowardice, unsteady, too hasty. He will regret it later, when the rest of his regrets run dry. For now he merely bows slightly and turns away from them, towards the only visible exit.]