It's no trouble. We appreciate the heads-up, helps us carve out the time.
[ THESE C H I C K S. io is just watering a couple of the plants here but gives a nod when luke arrives. ]
Come, let's have a seat. [ comfy. comfy couch. io just kind of makes their way over and flops down, stretching out the running blade of their leg. rest time babyyyyy. ]
But!! Mod perks: If Io can experience the weekly effects, they'll be getting so much more of Luke's vibes than the nuggets I'm feeding everyone else. Though his greeting is friendly, emotionally, it's much more muted, as if there's a tight lid on his thoughts and feelings; even so, Io can probably pick up on a hint of wariness. Unfortunately, physical feelings aren't so easy to control--as he gets closer, Io might pick up on the phantom sensation of their right arm being completely numb. He doesn't move it, either, even as he joins them on the couch. To his credit, he moves in a way that ensures it doesn't look unnatural; without the feelings-share, it would be difficult to notice.]
I'll get straight to it, then--how detailed are your medical files on us?
it takes a moment, io process the feedback they're receiving. their own Everything is rather calm, like a black void. someone's home, but there's nothing palpable there save maybe the faintest flicker of concern, a glimmer of something and only that something. they turn a bit. just flexing fingers briefly. ]
They don't give us everything. We receive mostly what's visible on your profiles. After that, I'd take my time getting to know the rest of the crew on a more medical level. However - medbay's stuck behind one of the gates. So I'm doing what I can by being here on the ground.
[ basically just living that paramed life until their office opens back up again. on-call 24/7 baby. ]
[Luke doesn't look at them, his gaze fixed somewhere on the floor. The lack of vibes is equal parts suspicious and reassuring, but he's too lost in thought to pick it apart just yet.]
I see.
[Hmmm. He's quiet for a little while, pondering what to say. Even the wariness vanishes from his vibes, as though he's actively locking everything down.]
I'm not fit to be here. [He settles on, eventually. ] The medication I take isn't here. It's possible it's being stored in the medbay, but even then...
[Well. He glances at his arm. Finally, despite his best efforts, a thought creeps through--
If we continue to delay hospitalization, the consequences will be catastrophic.]
I can check and see. I haven't seen anything outside of what we normally carry in our stock, however. Worriesome.
[ well they hear that and something on their visor blips sharper than before. they do not mention the leakiness of luke's last thought, instead taking it as it is ]
How often do you take this medication? [ to begin ] And... do you know what it's made of? What it is supposed to do with regards to your symptoms...? Perhaps I can work on something to assist with this... until we can make certain to get what you need? I do not want you to suffer the poor packing and planning on our company's part.
[ we can certainly Try but it's just so funny that luke Will Die no matter what we attempt bc pixi is mean. the futility of life............. ]
Luke doesn't tap his heel against the floor, but there's a tension to him, like he wants to.]
I take it a few times a day, but I don't know exactly what it's made of. My doctor adjusted it recently to enhance its efficacy, but he didn't tell me exactly what he did to it. I was hoping to get in touch with him for that reason. [Okay mainly he wanted communications access to send an SOS but this isn't a lie.] It's... treatment for a degenerative condition. The neuropathy is the worst of it. I can probably handle the rest with painkillers, but...
[He reaches into his pocket and digs out the painkillers from the medkit, shaking them slightly.]
I can tell you for sure that these aren't going to help.
[I want to painblast everyone but it would be so funny if he died on anaesthesia crying about a banana like that Taylor Swift video]
[ shakes him like a death maraca in any case. io just looks at the painkillers and the sentiment of they sure as hell won't echoes softly from somewhere, like it's miles beneath the earth. ]
It would do more harm than good to blindly diagnose you if I know nothing about what you've been taking prior. The neuropathy... it feels painful.
[ there's a deep thread of resentment here, frustration. still far off, but still very much there. io's voice remains steady and autotuned.
i think it would also be hilarious if luke just ended up on anesthesia cry-laughing to his death, but instead we have this, which is fucking sad as fuck. true tragedy in space here. i'm so sad my lukey pookey boo... ]
I can offer you a stronger painkiller for now, stronger than what's in your kit. I don't have much of it, but you might not have to move around the ship in pain in constant pain. Once we can get to the medbay, I would perhaps be able to do a more thorough examination. [ truly unhappy... unhappy soup vibes. ] If you would like them.
[ these would still let you play with the pain of course but u know. keep yourself lowkey still pixi if you so desire especially during mini-event. this way you can kinda hover under the Radar and play it however you like. ]
[Ngh. Luke looks conflicted, but eventually, he concedes--] ...It's hard to treat something when you don't know the exact cause, either. That's why I'm sure I shouldn't be here. I wouldn't have been taken off the investigation.
[There's a slim chance Luke might've believed that the NSB assigned him to this case--but even without the amnesia, that's unlikely when he's been following the trail of NXX.]
It should be fine. I can tough it out until you all get us back home--I'm not going to die tomorrow or anything.
[No that's on Thursday. But he will be so confused because he's supposed to have three years left!!!]
But I'll take whatever you have--though I'd like a look at the ingredients, if you don't mind. [...] I'd rather no one else knew about this for as long as possible. They don't need to be worrying about me.
[There's a blip of sullen emotion, then, a tad immature. HE HATES EMOTIONSHARE. GIT OUTTA HIS HEAD AND BODY. GIT.]
[ they will open the pack on their chest, it is just a fanny pack worn crossbody, and remove a small, white bottle of pills, offering it over in an open palm. ]
Here. Ingredients on the back... I've used them myself before, and have found they work well when my leg acts up. Though... again there aren't quite enough...
[ and the ingredients are indeed normal, there is absolutely nothing wrong with these pills. they are Stronger painkillers. i don't know things. ]
[He was thinking more of other people getting to feel his owies, but he appreciates the reassurance all the same. Also he has learned that MULTIPLE OTHER PEOPLE ARE WALKING AROUND WITH WILD OWIES??? God I hope I end up in curfew with Dana after this thread with Scien I just had that would be soooo funny
ANYWAY Io can catch the stray thought of their leg?, but Luke doesn't ask--he just takes the bottle with a nod, turning it over in his left hand. Through the effect, Io might notice a little feeling starting to return to their right arm; it's an unpleasant prickling, but it's there.]
Thanks. I appreciate it. [And while he's highly wary of every single one of them, Io can, at least, sense that he... wants to believe this, if nothing else. It's something.]
[ i really hope you end up in a curfew that can throw people off tbh. keeps an eye out for you........ regardless, emotion share sucks! luke your Pains!
they don't really hide it, their leg is a metallic running blade. it's just there, it's been there peace sign :v: if io seems bothered by the stray thought or prickling, they do not seem to show it. they just glance down at their metal knee briefly before looking back at luke. ]
Is that everything you need, Pearce? Or do you have any other questions for me?
[The way I acknowledged the leg blade and then immediately forgot, it's fine. For Luke, it's just storing the knowledge that their leg bothers them sometimes... interesting data to sit on.]
That's all for now. [He pushes himself up, turning his face away and coughing against the back of his hand.] I'll write up the ingredients I remember from that medicine. Maybe it'll make sense once you see it.
[In his opinion, even a shoddy replica to keep him going is good enough, but. Luke's self-worth is not to be trusted.]
[ blows you a kiss. there's a little dim shred of concern, but it's a flicker, too overshadowed thickly by something else. ]
We will figure something out. [ firmly. stubborn. they believe this. ] I'll go through some of my notes tonight, see if there's anything else I could offer.
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[Have another.
Anyway, he will come!! And greet them with a wave.]
Thanks--I hope I won't keep you from your work too long.
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[ THESE C H I C K S. io is just watering a couple of the plants here but gives a nod when luke arrives. ]
Come, let's have a seat. [ comfy. comfy couch. io just kind of makes their way over and flops down, stretching out the running blade of their leg. rest time babyyyyy. ]
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But!! Mod perks: If Io can experience the weekly effects, they'll be getting so much more of Luke's vibes than the nuggets I'm feeding everyone else. Though his greeting is friendly, emotionally, it's much more muted, as if there's a tight lid on his thoughts and feelings; even so, Io can probably pick up on a hint of wariness. Unfortunately, physical feelings aren't so easy to control--as he gets closer, Io might pick up on the phantom sensation of their right arm being completely numb. He doesn't move it, either, even as he joins them on the couch. To his credit, he moves in a way that ensures it doesn't look unnatural; without the feelings-share, it would be difficult to notice.]
I'll get straight to it, then--how detailed are your medical files on us?
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it takes a moment, io process the feedback they're receiving. their own Everything is rather calm, like a black void. someone's home, but there's nothing palpable there save maybe the faintest flicker of concern, a glimmer of something and only that something. they turn a bit. just flexing fingers briefly. ]
They don't give us everything. We receive mostly what's visible on your profiles. After that, I'd take my time getting to know the rest of the crew on a more medical level. However - medbay's stuck behind one of the gates. So I'm doing what I can by being here on the ground.
[ basically just living that paramed life until their office opens back up again. on-call 24/7 baby. ]
Something going on?
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I see.
[Hmmm. He's quiet for a little while, pondering what to say. Even the wariness vanishes from his vibes, as though he's actively locking everything down.]
I'm not fit to be here. [He settles on, eventually. ] The medication I take isn't here. It's possible it's being stored in the medbay, but even then...
[Well. He glances at his arm. Finally, despite his best efforts, a thought creeps through--
If we continue to delay hospitalization, the consequences will be catastrophic.]
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[ well they hear that and something on their visor blips sharper than before. they do not mention the leakiness of luke's last thought, instead taking it as it is ]
How often do you take this medication? [ to begin ] And... do you know what it's made of? What it is supposed to do with regards to your symptoms...? Perhaps I can work on something to assist with this... until we can make certain to get what you need? I do not want you to suffer the poor packing and planning on our company's part.
[ we can certainly Try but it's just so funny that luke Will Die no matter what we attempt bc pixi is mean. the futility of life............. ]
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Luke doesn't tap his heel against the floor, but there's a tension to him, like he wants to.]
I take it a few times a day, but I don't know exactly what it's made of. My doctor adjusted it recently to enhance its efficacy, but he didn't tell me exactly what he did to it. I was hoping to get in touch with him for that reason. [Okay mainly he wanted communications access to send an SOS but this isn't a lie.] It's... treatment for a degenerative condition. The neuropathy is the worst of it. I can probably handle the rest with painkillers, but...
[He reaches into his pocket and digs out the painkillers from the medkit, shaking them slightly.]
I can tell you for sure that these aren't going to help.
[I want to painblast everyone but it would be so funny if he died on anaesthesia crying about a banana like that Taylor Swift video]
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It would do more harm than good to blindly diagnose you if I know nothing about what you've been taking prior. The neuropathy... it feels painful.
[ there's a deep thread of resentment here, frustration. still far off, but still very much there. io's voice remains steady and autotuned.
i think it would also be hilarious if luke just ended up on anesthesia cry-laughing to his death, but instead we have this, which is fucking sad as fuck. true tragedy in space here. i'm so sad my lukey pookey boo... ]
I can offer you a stronger painkiller for now, stronger than what's in your kit. I don't have much of it, but you might not have to move around the ship in pain in constant pain. Once we can get to the medbay, I would perhaps be able to do a more thorough examination. [ truly unhappy... unhappy soup vibes. ] If you would like them.
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these would still let you play with the pain of course but u know. keep yourself lowkey still pixi if you so desire especially during mini-event. this way you can kinda hover under the Radar and play it however you like.]no subject
[There's a slim chance Luke might've believed that the NSB assigned him to this case--but even without the amnesia, that's unlikely when he's been following the trail of NXX.]
It should be fine. I can tough it out until you all get us back home--I'm not going to die tomorrow or anything.
[No that's on Thursday. But he will be so confused because he's supposed to have three years left!!!]
But I'll take whatever you have--though I'd like a look at the ingredients, if you don't mind. [...] I'd rather no one else knew about this for as long as possible. They don't need to be worrying about me.
[There's a blip of sullen emotion, then, a tad immature. HE HATES EMOTIONSHARE. GIT OUTTA HIS HEAD AND BODY. GIT.]
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[ they will open the pack on their chest, it is just a fanny pack worn crossbody, and remove a small, white bottle of pills, offering it over in an open palm. ]
Here. Ingredients on the back... I've used them myself before, and have found they work well when my leg acts up. Though... again there aren't quite enough...
[ and the ingredients are indeed normal, there is absolutely nothing wrong with these pills. they are Stronger painkillers. i don't know things. ]
But I'll do whatever I can to try and help.
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ANYWAY Io can catch the stray thought of their leg?, but Luke doesn't ask--he just takes the bottle with a nod, turning it over in his left hand. Through the effect, Io might notice a little feeling starting to return to their right arm; it's an unpleasant prickling, but it's there.]
Thanks. I appreciate it. [And while he's highly wary of every single one of them, Io can, at least, sense that he... wants to believe this, if nothing else. It's something.]
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they don't really hide it, their leg is a metallic running blade. it's just there, it's been there peace sign :v: if io seems bothered by the stray thought or prickling, they do not seem to show it. they just glance down at their metal knee briefly before looking back at luke. ]
Is that everything you need, Pearce? Or do you have any other questions for me?
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That's all for now. [He pushes himself up, turning his face away and coughing against the back of his hand.] I'll write up the ingredients I remember from that medicine. Maybe it'll make sense once you see it.
[In his opinion, even a shoddy replica to keep him going is good enough, but. Luke's self-worth is not to be trusted.]
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We will figure something out. [ firmly. stubborn. they believe this. ] I'll go through some of my notes tonight, see if there's anything else I could offer.
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[in the morgue]
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Until then.
[ goodbye sir im going to cry sorry pixi is so mean to you, luke. ]