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Who: Fiora (

meyneth) and Doc Yewll (

imaginary_wife)
When: Around April 9th
Where: Med Bay
What: Fiora comes in to get her hand fixed and her vitals checked. Continued from here
Warnings: Potential angst?

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Other than my hand, I feel fine. Less anxious since those things were on the ship, too.

Anyway, I'll head over now.

[And, a few minutes later, a petite cyborg girl will step into the Med Bay. Her left hand is wrapped up in a handkerchief. When she sees the Doctor across the room - at least, she thinks that's the doctor based on what she remembers from the network - she takes a few steps towards her.]

Doctor Yewll?

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[Things have been busy for Doc Yewll. And unfortunately she makes things busy for other people. Shoves her projects down the throats of others looking for assistance (though most people are happy to volunteer their help), constantly makes a point of spending most of her time at work, rarely returning to her personal quarters unless rest is absolutely required. She's a generally unhappy, unsociable creature severely lacking in bedside manner.]

[But she has a sense of humor and genuinely does want people to be healthier. For her own personal reasons, she wants to save lives.]

[Sometimes under the clause No matter what it takes.]

[She hears Fiora and turns toward her, pushes a pair of goggles she was wearing to look at something up onto her snakish-marked head, and gives the girl and her tech a good once over with eyes that have hexagonal pupils. Look close enough and her irises are even moving mechanically.]

[She heads over in her direction.] So, lady. Let's check your squishy bits. Everything else seem to be functioning alright?

[Whoa. Fiora doesn't remember her being this... odd-looking. And as soon as she thinks it, she feels a bit guilty. Despite the current state of her body, she can't help but think such a thing - while knowing, consciously, that it's pretty ridiculous for her to judge anyone based on appearances.

Fiora meets the doctor halfway. She's cradling her damaged arm with her other, but it looks to be more out of insecurity than anything else.]

I... I think so. [she scrunches her nose. "squishy bits"?] I mean, except for my hand, obviously. Can the machines in here fix it?

I can fix it. [She gestures to a table, before going to one of the drawers and getting out a repair kit.] You should go down to the armory and have Peridot see about your plating, too. I think she could probably give you a little extra reinforcement.

[The kit. The scanner. A small, glass bead sized thing. All were put on a tray and beside the bed.]

Mmm. Extra reinforcement.

[Fiora sounds none too happy about the idea, but she echoes the words with resignation. As instructed, she takes a seat on the bed, but her gaze stays downward -at the little bite marks peppered over her legs and feet.

Would extra reinforcement have stopped those things from gnawing on her? Maybe the scraplets would have just had a bigger buffet to enjoy. She doesn't want to think about what would've happened if Link hadn't come along.]

I suppose it wouldn't hurt. The extra weight wouldn't be a problem, and you never know when it could save me. [looking up, she watches the doctor.] Do you get a lot of metal patients in here, with all the ... unusual people on board?

Peridot's not exactly friendly but she is very good at what she does. You won't have to worry about that. It probably wouldn't have hardly any extra weight.

[She starts to scan the actual flesh and bone, checking her physical stability, for any sign of deterioration.]

[After the clones, she's been very worried about that happening to someone else. Knowing that she's claimed no further symptoms is only somewhat of a relief.]

[With her attempt at small talk having gone unanswered, Fiora falls silent and waits. She's got no idea what the doctor is doing exactly, or what she's looking for... but that's always how it's been since she woke up in this body, isn't it? Not knowing what's going on with herself, being completely dependent on the people who know what they're doing.

Eventually she glances at Yewll, unable to bear the uncomfortable silence.] Everything checking out...?

[Doc Yewll is being attentive as she scans her, mechanical looking eyes darting from the woman to her readings and back again.]

Well, you're holding up anyway. Doesn't look like anything is degrading compared to your first scans but your liver looks like it's been having a hard time.

[She squints at the read-out.]

Which we will discuss later as soon as we make sure you got two good hands.

[The little round, glass bead sized thing on her tray expands into a sphere about the size of a softball. It hovers over Fiora's arm as Doc Yewll picks up a charge blade and starts paying attention to that. It moves along with the doc as she's repairing circuits fairly quickly- more quickly than any human could.]

M-My liver?

[Fiora blinks at this information, a bit taken aback. That's one of the few original parts of her body she has left. And the liver, um... well, it's an important organ, right? Fiora can't say she's knows what it does; she was close to being a housewife before she got turned into a Face Unit. But if Vanea kept that organ, it must be critical to her body's continued functioning.

Frowning now, she watches the doctor begin to repair her arm. It would be fascinating and fun to watch if her mood weren't soured with news of more health problems.]

...You're quick with that. [she feels the need to say something, break the silence.] I'm lucky there are people on this ship who know how to fix me...

[Doc Yewll's always had a problem expressing kindness, compassion, or sensitivity. But she does express concern in her own way.]

Don't worry. I make it my job to make sure everyone has working parts. Hell or high water.

Your lungs haven't had a great time, either. I can probably cook you up some artificial parts, but I would like to see how long we can keep you holding onto the originals.

[She works away at the bit of arm, little repair drone working along with her almost like another limb, used as effortlessly as her own fingers. After a bit more silence, she asks-] Are you okay with this body?

[The originals. The word stings, coming from someone else, for some reason. Was she so sensitive about this before she came here? Back when she was still dying?

Fiora lifts her opposite hand in a half-shrug and looks away from the repair work.]

...Of course not. But I'd be dead if I weren't like this. [she stops, but then adds:] It's better than being dead.

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We could probably get you a body a little closer to what yours used to be.

[She offers, at least. Maybe something less hard, less unforgiving. There's a distinct lack of intimacy in what she's allowed now. Hugs, friendly handhakes, anything. It's been robbed of her.]

At least a bit.

[The drone moves with her thoughts, as easily as with her fingers. Just trimming away all the damaged wires as Doc Yewll smooths more down.]

[The statement makes her jump, possibly screwing up Meh's instrument, and her head swivels back to stare at the Doctor with wide eyes.]

You can? [She'd been told it was impossible by the very same person who altered her body in the first place. But the Moira had somehow cured her of her steady degradation, too - so maybe it really was possible...?]

Like what? What do you mean?

Well, I've been building prosthetics here for a while. Even ones meant to simulate feeling. Your normal sensations.

So what... could be done... with a little bit of- [Doc Yewll huffs and holds her arm more steady] -hold still- [and the floating orb returns to what it's doing] -effort, build another sort of artificial body that's closer to human. We could even imitate the armor optionally.

But it's something that would take a while and with the health risks you were worried about...

[Definitely a subject that would require a lot of thought.]

[Fiora stares at the doctor, her lips quivering, and says nothing. So... just another artificial body, not a real one. Not that the doctor had said anything about a real one, but Fiora's hopeful mind had jumped ahead.

Eventually, the intensity of her expression fades, and she slowly looks downward again.]

...Yeah. Yeah, it... it probably wouldn't be worth it. I mean - you'd really, really have a big project on your hands. I'm not much more than...

[A severed head being kept on life support, attached to a bunch of machinery that lets her walk around. Sure, she's got her spine and heart and lungs and liver, but the only part that really feels original to Fiora are the parts she can see.]

...well, a walking tin can.

Don't say that.

[She turns towards Fiora, pointing at her with the tool she's using. The drone floats around her head.]

Do you know how many of my people spend their lives as an upper torso connected to a ship? Working as the operations system? Well they're no less people.

And I wouldn't bring things up if I didn't think they were worth the effort.

[She swivels to look at the arm again.]

Who he hell knows how much longer we have on this joyride. If you have a chance you wouldn't have at home, you should at least consider it.

[Fiora flinches at the pointed tool and frowns like a kid being confronted by her teacher. Did she know how many people spent their lives as...... an upper torso connected to a ship? Er, no. She didn't. But she understands Meh's point.

When the doctor goes back to work on her arm, she relaxes again and sighs.]

...Alright. I'll consider it.

[She mulls it over silently as the Doctor works.]

Maybe... something small. Something that'd let me wear clothes again, without looking silly.

I don't think you look silly. You're still a gorgeous woman. But can't knock being able to dress up to suit your mood.

[She stands up straight and pats her newly repaired arm.] Stop by cybernetics won't you? Have them double check this.

[She holds out her hand, fingers spread, and the floating orb comptacts again to the size of a marble and drops into her palm.]

No, I mean the clothes look silly. Like... like draping a cloth over a piece of furniture. It's all bumpy underneath.

[With the pat, Fiora's attention is brought back to the reason she came. She holds up her repaired hand to the light. It looks... good as new. Fiora has no idea how the Doctor managed to do it, but it's amazing.

She flexes her fingers, testing the range of motion of each digit. Yes, exactly as before.]

You're a lifesaver, Doctor. [After lowering her hand, she accepts the marble thing.] Cybernetics? I didn't know we had anyone like that on the ship.

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