[ opens my crusty eyes. io is here, and has managed to drag himself to the edge of the cot and is just kind of tiredly scrubbing their face with their hands for a moment to kind of wake up. and they just unlatch the whole bothersome leg and toss it onto another cot for now. yeet. they hold onto the port with a hand and take a moment to breathe before slowly getting up on their good leg and hobbling a bit. ]
Hey... c'mere and sit. Let me have a look. Just hands, no tools.
You - Io, don't just do that when... you were out, too.
[ funny how that's what gets him to actually ease out of the mental distress of being forced unconscious by his prosthetic rebelling against him. again. ganymede doesn't bolt or flinch when keith comes closer, either, even as he's still tense. not a flight risk, at least. just fighting against a trauma response.
also his words are kind of slurred a bit, with the way that his wetware seems to be locking up. ]
[ help. one wakes up, then immediately the other... keith looking over at io and seeing him just YEET his leg, then hobble. ]
I think you both need to sit and take it easy. [ gets gan upright, gives him a pat on the shoulder and goes over to help io. one arm around his waist, the other holding one of io's across his shoulders. ]
So stubborn. [ shakes his head. but gets them both in the same spot, nudging a stool with his foot, so io has a place to sit with gan. ]
Any idea what might have made you guys' wetware act up?
[ gets stool'd. they drop down with a soft "oof" giving keith a little nod. look, sometimes you just choose to persist, even with one leg. sometimes, you just have to throw the whole leg away for betraying you when you needed it most. either way, they seem a little hesitant to use the support because that's a twink, but they are also missing a limb, which hacks off like 30 lbs... so. it's doable at this point in time. muttered to keith: ]
Thank you... [ considering ganymede's words are stilting a little, he will just start, shaking his head at first. because haha that sure felt like it came out of nowhere. ]
I'm not sure what happened, though. It was so sudden, don't think I've had the time to really think about why so much as how did it hurt that much. We've had aches and pains before... comes with the territory... but... considering the timing...
[ they're just gonna like. hang there head quietly and trail off. unhappy. while holding onto that port. ]
[ luckily, gan is mostly upright already and just - coltish. that's more the trauma than the pain, though, considering the pain that he's already used to. but keith helps, and he goes. he stays where he's put, so long as it's not near the recovery pods. ]
... right. [ working his jaw, he listens to io and tries to relax instead of remaining tensed up. one breath in. another. waiting until keith has settled them both in place as he breathes through his nose, exhales through his mouth.
the tension doesn't leave, but. it's a little better. ]
... stall us. [ the words still come out piecemeal. ] Stop... us from... stopping Rosamund. We were worried - if she was in the brig... maybe being here would be.
[ a pause. another inhale, another exhale. his jaw is loosening up slowly. ]
Be different. Bradley was - was himself. It felt safer.
[ keith just stands between them both, not directly, but you know... honestly maybe he's a little closer than he should be, giving them both some room might be better, but he's feeling very sticky right now.
watches gan breathe, unconsciously matching his breaths, while he places a hand on io's shoulder. a gentle pat pat... ]
No where is really safe, not from whatever is on this ship. [ frowns, thinking back to thursday and how he was snatched by weird tendrils. ] It seems to always finds a way.
Kinda feels like knocking you guys out, the way it did, was almost like a punishment too. [ he sounds so annoyed. ]
[ io just nods in agreement with the delivery of that because. yeah. that's precisely what it sounds like. at the gentle pat, io blinks somewhat... but does not pull away, settling a little into it as well.
dryly: ]
Can't wait to see what else is in store then.
[ glancing worriedly at ganymede's jaw for maybe too long a moment before looking away to just pat around his desk for his journal, paging it open and making a few notes. ]
And removal is... not optimal at this time. For any of us. Between having had them for quite a while and... the recovery time, we'd be down for too long.
Not... not really. [ anywhere being safe. but, god, ganymede sure wishes that there was somewhere safe. it's so disheartening, and it's obvious by the way he lowers his head a little.
he does at least reach and rub at io's arm when he catches the look, before reaching up to carefully rub at the underside of his jaw, trying to work out the tension. like when you get a muscle cramp, but in your whole face. ]
Some of us... need it to live. Thebe. Amalthea. [ not their two big boys, at least. ] Recovery pods can't replace organs. And Io's right. Takes too long for... proper replacements. Io and Europa's ports are easier. Adrastea's eyes, my wetware. Metis'... everything.
Not sure about - about Callisto. [ looking to io like ???? what the FUCK wetware does callisto have, actually? like he can't remember what he might have needed replaced during their tour. ]
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Hey... c'mere and sit. Let me have a look. Just hands, no tools.
[ a gentle nod at keith. help him out here. ]
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[ funny how that's what gets him to actually ease out of the mental distress of being forced unconscious by his prosthetic rebelling against him. again. ganymede doesn't bolt or flinch when keith comes closer, either, even as he's still tense. not a flight risk, at least. just fighting against a trauma response.
also his words are kind of slurred a bit, with the way that his wetware seems to be locking up. ]
Just... a minute?
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I think you both need to sit and take it easy. [ gets gan upright, gives him a pat on the shoulder and goes over to help io. one arm around his waist, the other holding one of io's across his shoulders. ]
So stubborn. [ shakes his head. but gets them both in the same spot, nudging a stool with his foot, so io has a place to sit with gan. ]
Any idea what might have made you guys' wetware act up?
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[ gets stool'd. they drop down with a soft "oof" giving keith a little nod. look, sometimes you just choose to persist, even with one leg. sometimes, you just have to throw the whole leg away for betraying you when you needed it most. either way, they seem a little hesitant to use the support because that's a twink, but they are also missing a limb, which hacks off like 30 lbs... so. it's doable at this point in time. muttered to keith: ]
Thank you... [ considering ganymede's words are stilting a little, he will just start, shaking his head at first. because haha that sure felt like it came out of nowhere. ]
I'm not sure what happened, though. It was so sudden, don't think I've had the time to really think about why so much as how did it hurt that much. We've had aches and pains before... comes with the territory... but... considering the timing...
[ they're just gonna like. hang there head quietly and trail off. unhappy. while holding onto that port. ]
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... right. [ working his jaw, he listens to io and tries to relax instead of remaining tensed up. one breath in. another. waiting until keith has settled them both in place as he breathes through his nose, exhales through his mouth.
the tension doesn't leave, but. it's a little better. ]
... stall us. [ the words still come out piecemeal. ] Stop... us from... stopping Rosamund. We were worried - if she was in the brig... maybe being here would be.
[ a pause. another inhale, another exhale. his jaw is loosening up slowly. ]
Be different. Bradley was - was himself. It felt safer.
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watches gan breathe, unconsciously matching his breaths, while he places a hand on io's shoulder. a gentle pat pat... ]
No where is really safe, not from whatever is on this ship. [ frowns, thinking back to thursday and how he was snatched by weird tendrils. ] It seems to always finds a way.
Kinda feels like knocking you guys out, the way it did, was almost like a punishment too. [ he sounds so annoyed. ]
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dryly: ]
Can't wait to see what else is in store then.
[ glancing worriedly at ganymede's jaw for maybe too long a moment before looking away to just pat around his desk for his journal, paging it open and making a few notes. ]
And removal is... not optimal at this time. For any of us. Between having had them for quite a while and... the recovery time, we'd be down for too long.
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he does at least reach and rub at io's arm when he catches the look, before reaching up to carefully rub at the underside of his jaw, trying to work out the tension. like when you get a muscle cramp, but in your whole face. ]
Some of us... need it to live. Thebe. Amalthea. [ not their two big boys, at least. ] Recovery pods can't replace organs. And Io's right. Takes too long for... proper replacements. Io and Europa's ports are easier. Adrastea's eyes, my wetware. Metis'... everything.
Not sure about - about Callisto. [ looking to io like ???? what the FUCK wetware does callisto have, actually? like he can't remember what he might have needed replaced during their tour. ]